Well, I think he don't mind if I watch

The princess was feeling more than the heat of the sun on her skin. She couldn't help but watch as the man continued his labor. Fully aware of the looks the royal highness was throwing at her the man wondered if he was doing something wrong. He looked down a bit to search if he had made a mistake of any kind or forgot something. Everything looks good.

"Is she... peeping at me?"

He look towards her and crossed her gaze. She was blushing and had this lewd almost predatory energy in her eyes. To test his hypothesis, the man decided to take of his shirt completely. He did it slowly and used it to wipe his forehead before throwing it away.

She keep looking and her tongue quickly passed on her teeth, betraying the nature of her attention. She brushed her right hand in her blonde hairs and slowly let her fingers follow from behind her ear, along her jaw line and to her mouth were she nervously played with her lips.

"It's so not my style...but..why not..." she thought as she admired the gardener who now was purposely exposing himself and giving her more to see. He was taking his time, stretching his body and buffing his muscles, being lusted by a noble like that was quite enjoyable and he was growing curious about his voyeur. Having finished his work on that section of the garden he picked up his wheelbarrow and tools and headed up inside a little tool shack not far away leaving the door open behind him.

The princess was very excited at this point, she could feel her blood rushing to her cheeks and her breast rising from her breathing through her heavy dress. In between her legs, a warm wetness was growing, leaving a visible mark in her underwears.