The gardener

The middle-aged man is still oblivious to Stacy's presence as she crosses a patch of grass to reach him.

"Hello, sir?" Stacy says in the meekest voice she's ever used.

The man grunts with annoyance at being disturbed from his work tending to the flowers, but then his displeasure turns into unfiltered excitement as he sees the erotic sight in front of him.

"Hello, lady!" He says in a friendly but gruff voice. "Has an angel fallen from heaven?"

Stacy has to fight with her body to avoid rolling her eyes.

"Something like that." She tries her best to smile seductively. "And I think you might be able to help me earn my wings..."

At this point, the man looks around the park, probably trying to spot any hidden cameras.

"I must be dreaming..."

"Well maybe you can make my dream come true. You see, I'm playing this fun, sexy game with some friends, and to win, I need a big, strong man to fill this condom with his hot, tasty load."

The time for half-heartedness was at an end. Stacy needed to win, and to that end, she tried to act as erotic as possible in front of this man. At least he wasn't looking at her with disapproval like the woman had been.

"You're on! Your place or mine?" The man started to get up to his feet.

"Nuh-uh. That would take too long." Amelia could already have one of those guys halfway to orgasm for all Stacy knew.

"But these flowers are mighty tall, aren't they? Can't you just kneel down in here, and tug one off while staring at my perfect body?" Stacy offered.

The man frowned, clearly having already gotten the impression that he was going to get some physical one-on-one action.

Stacy sighed, not having time for this. "Fine! Lie down and I'll give you a BJ. But only if you make it fast."

The gardener shrugs, and seems to decide this is acceptable.

"I'm probably going to be a laughing stock when the hidden cameras come out. But it's worth it, just for even the chance this is real..."

He kneels down so that most of his body is hidden in the flowers, and unbuckles his overalls, slowly shimming them down his body. He's not, like, super fat or super ugly, but he's way older than Stacy, and has a bit of a dad bod. Hardly her type. Even worse, he's been working under the hot summer sun, and his entire body is soaked in sweat. Yuck. It's all Stacy can do to hide her distaste.

Finally, his overalls are down far enough, and next he lowers his underwear too. His manhood is already rock hard, jutting out at a respectable but not particularly impressive six inches. Taking one final look around to check that nobody is looking, the gardener lies down on his back, so that his dick is now pointing directly upward.

This whole situation is just so surreal, and not particularly pleasant. Stacy isn't sure she has it in her to do what needs to be done.