Some hand action.

Mr.Johnson led Sally between two bushes. Where the garden path started, it was made of grass.

So Sally's missing shoes weren't a problem.

As they walked deeper, and deeper. Mr.Johnson hand still on her bottom, gently fondling and squeezing it.

Sally started to feel familiar pleasure.

Hardly listening to what Mr.Johnson was saying, focusing mainly on her butt.

He must noticed her state because suddenly she felt sharp pain.

SPANK!

Painful slap landed on her buttcheek.

“ARE you listening?” Mr.Johnson asked.

“You know it’s disrespectful to ignore someone who is speaking to you.” He continued.

“Only naughty girls do that.” And with that he spanked her cheeks again.

One on the left and one on the right.

SPANK, SPANK.

“So are you a naughty girl, lass?”

“No, I was just distracted by your beautiful garden.” Sally quickly answered.

Mr.Johnson smiled, and gently patted her left buttcheek, as to assure her he is satisfied with her answer.

“It is very beautiful indeed. But it is not the only beautiful thing here,”

He said, and squeezed her soft buttcheek again. With a mischievous smile he observed her blissful expression.

Sally bit her lip, as she was trying to hold her composure.

“We start here,” Mr.Johnson continued as nothing happened. Pointing at the greenhouse.

He opened the door, and warm air and humidity washed over Sally's exposed skin.

She was glad that she was almost naked. Working there would be like working in a sauna.

Even when she was wearing only a garden apron.

Mr.Johnson waited until Sally stepped inside.

Narrow path led from the door straight between work tables.

Garden tools, plants and pots laying everywhere.

Mr.Johnson positioned himself behind Sally.

He stood so close, she could feel the fabric of his clothes on her beck and butt.

His hand found a way behind the apron and rested on her belly.

With the second he started to point at various plants. And giving Sally instructions what to do with them.

As he was pointing, they both slowly started turning in place. Almost as they were slowly dancing.
Sally was clearly enjoying his attention, however she had difficulties focusing on what he was saying.

Mostly because his hand moved from her belly to her crotch. And started gently playing with it.

Sally exhaled, when he touched her down there.

His fingers on her freshly shaved pussy. She started to breathe heavily.

Mr.Johnson didn't make it easy for poor Sally.

He stopped pointing, and put his hand back on her butt.

And started massaging it.

Moans escapet her lips, as she tried to resist plesure in her privat parts.

Sudenly it was over. Both hands disappeared, and Mr.Johnson said.

“When you finish here, come to the house. I will prepare some refreshments.” Before he left he get her butt last patt and was gone.

Sally took several deep breaths, in an attempt to clear her head. He almost got her over the edge. When suddenly stopped. She felt dissatisfied.

Took her several seconds to get her composure back.

Then she started working. After maybee 45 minutes she was done. When she returned to the house Mr.Johnson was standing on the terrace.

“Greenhouse is done.” Sally slightly yeled.

But when he turned around startled by her voice. Her heart almost stopped.

It wasn't Mr.Johnson.