The Woman

Heather walked across the grass towards the greenhouse, all the while feeling increasingly warm under the collar. Something about this place made her feel uncomfortable.

She reached the greenhouse and stepped inside only to feel her unease grow.

“Hello?” She called out.

At first she got no response and assumed she was alone until she heard a faint humming coming from deeper within the building.

“Hi, do you work here?”

Heather felt her blood boiling. She knew she was making a scene in the lobby, but more and more she couldn’t look at Brian without feeling her blood boil. It didn’t help that he wouldn’t tear his eyes off the ditzy blonde receptionist.

Rounding the corner, Heather froze. Standing with her back to Heather was perhaps the most curvaceous woman she had ever seen clad in a skintight green dress. The woman was hunched over what looked like a potted plant.

“Excuse me?” Heather said, her already paper-thin patience waning.

The woman stood up straight and turned around, wide-eyed. Heather’s eyes inadvertently locked on the woman’s massive breasts. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and envy.

Great, she thought, another floozy for Brian to ogle.

The woman looked at Heather and flashed a sweet, disarming smile and strolled over, her gorgeous body jiggling with each step.

“Hi, sorry about that! I didn’t hear you.”

“It’s fine,” Heather said.

“How can I help you?”

“My fiancé and I are looking for some plants to put in our backyard. Some flowers and maybe a few fruit bearing plants.”

“Oh sure thing! Is your fiancé with you?” The woman asked.

Her voice was fruity and musical and listening to it almost made Heather forget her barely contained anger.

“Uh, he’s in the bathroom. He’ll probably be a while.”

“That’s fine, I can show you around in the meantime. What kind of fruit were you thinking of raising? Raspberries? Currents?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Heather said.

The woman motioned her forward down the back of the greenhouse. They came to stop at a massive bramble bush filled with large, raspberry like fruit. However, these were larger than any raspberries Heather had ever seen and they almost seemed to glow slightly. There looked to be hundreds of them packed into the large bush.

“What are these? They look fantastic!” Heather said.

“They’re a special hybrid blackberry. Aren’t they huge!”

“Yeah, I almost want to grab one and try it right now! Don’t worry, I won’t.”

The woman winked at Heather and plucked a single berry from the bush and handed it to her.

“Are you sure?”

“Go for it! How are you supposed to make a decision if you don’t know how it tastes?”

Heather nodded and plopped the berry into her mouth. The flavor was impossible to wrap her head around. When she bit down, the berry exploded in a rich, dark juice that was sweeter and more pleasant than any fruit she had ever tasted. What followed was a mind numbing sense of warmth and pleasure.

The warmth spread through Heather’s body, settling as a steady fire between her legs. This burning ache made her deeply uncomfortable.

What the hell? She thought. Did the berry turn her on?

Still, it was impossible to deny just how amazing this fruit was.

Heather looked back at the woman, finding it difficult to keep her eyes on her beautiful face. Every few seconds, Heather’s vision dropped to the woman’s creamy chest, causing the embers between her legs to flare up.

Was she attracted to the woman? She wasn’t into women.

“That was interesting,” Heather muttered.

“It’s always intense the first time around.”

Heather gave the woman a confused look and tried to shake her head out. She was here with a purpose.

“Well, um, could you - what’s your name?”

“Marcy,” the woman said, extending her hand.

Heather shook it, secretly relishing the touch of the beautiful woman’s skin.

“Well Marcy, I’m Heather Madison. Nice to, um, meet you. Can you show me your other plants as well?”

The woman smiled and motioned Heather forward. Heather followed, notching the pleasure growing in her pussy.