Ask him to fix your arm.

You point to your arm, trying to distract him from your accidental nipple slip. He nods, and moves back into his med-pack. After a second of searching around, he lets out a sigh. He lifts one finger and then points somewhere around the corner of the maze.

You nod, and he gives you a gorgeous smile in return. He takes a step back, and picks up a towel, wiping away some of the sweat and dirt from his face. Then he beckons you with a wave. You start to follow him, watching his hot ass as he walks away.

The pair of you move around the edge of the maze and you quickly realize that he is taking you to what looks like an oversized toolshed. He bends down next to the entrance at a water sprout, quickly rinsing some of the dirt off of his hands. Then he stands back up, opens the door, and walks into a dark room, flicking on a light switch as he enters it.

You follow him in, standing at the entrance of the door. The room isn’t terribly large. The floor is cold concrete and most of the wood looks unfinished. It certainly doesn’t have the glamour and beauty of the mansion that it supports. The walls are lined with tools necessary for gardening. There are hedge clippers, and prunes, lawnmowers, and shovels.

The gardener is reaching up on one of the side shelves, pulling down what looks to be a bigger med-pack. Across the back of the shed sits a nice sturdy shelf that is almost bare, except for a few bags of mulch, seed, and dirt. The place smells strangely of freshly cut grass, and it is quite warm. You immediately breaking into a sweat, and you use the edges of the robe to try to move some air against your chest and neck.

It isn’t until the gardener turns back to you and stops dead in his tracks that you once again remember that you’re wearing nothing under the robe, and have once again given him a show. You cover yourself once again and blush in embarrassment.

The man motions for you to sit at a chair nearby in front of a desk. **** to move on from your second foopa, you sit down immediately. The man pulls out a few ingredients from the kit, some kind of wash and Neosporin, and then precedes to care for your wounds. Within no time, the stings from your accident are gone, and a small little bandage sits over your wounds.

You give the man a bright, reassuring smile and he returns it, dropping his hand down to your knees. His hand lands on your bare thigh, and it takes you a second to realize he’s not moving it. Instead, he’s looking up at you with eyes that look surprisingly lustful.

You’re a little surprised by this, but not all that surprised. After all, you did give him a peep show twice, maybe he was expecting something a little more. He really was hot, but he didn’t seem to speak a single ounce of English. Then again, he wanted to fuck you, and you didn’t think it would be much to get the message to him.

He starts working his way slowly, hesitantly up your thigh, his rough fingertips gliding across your soft skin. You stand up impulsively, and he gives you a look of confusion. The truth is, you’re pretty horny, but you did have a mystery to solve and you weren’t sure fucking a guy you just met in a toolshed is what you want.