Oh yes.

The whimper was like sweet music to his ears. Mr. Johnson had now had confirmation that she was deriving some pleasure in this even if she was not outwardly showing it.

Emboldened, Mr. Johnson attempts to take things a step further. He quickens his step and maneuvers right up beside Sally. He is careful not to attempt to look at her boobs as to put her at ease. He begins to make small talk with her as they draw closer to the saplings.

“So missy, you never even said your name, that gentleman back there told me his almost immediately”

“Well, he wasn’t found naked at work now was he?” Sally retorted.

Mr. Johnson laughs, using the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist, just about her buttocks. Sally slows only for a moment before resuming speed, not making any attempt to push is hand away.

“My… my name… is Sally.” She says a bit breathlessly. Mr. Johnson’s hand slowly moving downwards onto her cheeks. Sally still not stopping him.

“And how long have you worked her, I know I’ve seen you around here before, albeit with a bit more clothing!” He chuckles, his hand now resting directly on her butt cheek, cupping it.

Sally tries to control her breathing as she feels it growing more ragged the longer his hand rests on her butt. She even feels a bead of fluid roll down her leg, confirming to herself that she indeed it enjoying the embarrassment.