Toys with her.

Walking the rest of the way to the saplings with his hand on her butt, they finally arrive at their destination. But as they get there a wind chime rustles in the breeze and Sally stops in her tracks. Mr. Johnson however was mid stride and grips her cheek in the momentum. It was only briefly but he had spread her cheeks enough that her tight anus was momentarily bared to the world. Mr. Johnson hadn’t even registered the movement but Sally sure had. The inadvertent flashing of her butthole was like ratcheting her arousal up another level.

Mr. Johnson did however notice her breaths coming in short, ragged inhales. He knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her. But you see, Mr. Johnson was quite the dog back in his day, he liked the chase, enjoyed bringing women to there limits of pleasure before allowing release. It’s been so long since he was last able to experience this, fate had bestowed Sally to him and he was determined to make the most of it. So rather than push things, he wanted to let her fester in her sexual tension.

He acted as though her was thrilled to be in the section and was ready to look at the saplings. He patted her bottom a few times, being sure to squeeze hard enough on the last on to elicit another sharp breath from Sally before removing his hands and lookin at the trees.

Sally couldn’t believe it. She was actually missing the touch of his callous hands on her. Embarrassment was giving was to lust as she now was the one wanting to turn things up to another level. But her mind was clouded with tension so she was blind to the fact Mr. Johnson clearly wanted this as well, so she decided to try and make things seem causal as she attempted to have more fun.