And twiggy messes

By the time Ben arrived home, you must have looked quite the state. Twigs and leaves trapped in your hair, muddy knees unveiled by the fact that you’d knotted up your dress around your waist to keep it’s trailing hem out of the way. Like some lost, dishevelled goddess of nature and fertility from a forgotten Greek pantheon. Tomi had made no comment as you had slowly wound up those side-slit flaps of cotton that had continually been tripping you up. Revealing those smooth, toned legs that you went through such daily pains to maintain. He’d made no comment that you’d in fact pulled them up so far that the occasional flashy of lacy, silken panties was all but inevitable. He’d made no comment… but you knew he’d noticed. Internally kicking yourself slightly that even around this young thing you felt so immediately protective over; you couldn’t hold back the exhibitionist urges.

If your lover and master was surprised not to find you waiting at the door for his arrival, he didn’t show it. He did at least get to see you on your knees as he pushed through the backdoor. Quietly watching you battle with a bramble for what must have been several minutes before announcing his presence with a laugh…

Said laugh was elicited by the stubborn, spiky monster finally giving way, only to topple you onto your backside and tear a great rent in your already battered dress. 'Oh, bother!', said in a Winnie the Pooh-like manner, seemed the only natural reaction. Which, in turn, only increased the chuckling at your expense. Even Tomi couldn't help but join in… Somehow, he had remained utterly spotless, despite having almost certainly managed to make a lot more actual leeway on the section of garden he'd been working on. Not a hair out of place, nor spot of mud on his smart, school uniform. You blossomed into a burst of beetroot red on realising how irreparably damaged you’d left your wonderful clothing, in front of the kind soul who'd only just bought it for you.

Still, he just waved away your apologies of course. Far more interested in being introduced to your hard-working guest and hearing how he'd arrived. Before long, your man had jumped into action himself… and all three of you spent a good hour more laughing and joking as you cleared a good quarter of the overgrowth already.

"You’d best wear something a bit tougher if you’re going to keep this up, though… Else you’ll be giving the whole neighbourhood an eyeful every afternoon!”

The smile your lover offered with this statement suggested he wouldn’t mind that much at all. His attention wandering most unsuitably across the exposed flashes of your soft skin and lacy undergarments. Between the eyes of him and your teenage guest, you suddenly felt very much like a plastic display mannequin; half-dressed in a wide shop window. A thrill shivered through you, just like the first time you had stepped out into the street in a skirt with shaved legs on show. By now, you were well aware that your cock-teasing, sissy heart loved nothing more than to flaunt the effeminate body you’d worked so hard to win. Still, some residual sense of guilt and shame made you squirm through every opportunity you had to do so.

“M-maybe I’d be better just starting off naked, in the first place… That way they wouldn’t get a surprise!” You tried to joke, leaning in for a reassuring kiss from the man who gave you the confidence to tease him so.

Tomi watched on with interest, smiling to himself. You got the impression seeing the relationship you and Ben had gave the younger man some sense of warmth and hope. At least you hoped that was the case.

“Well you know I wouldn’t complain…” The holder of your heart and soul suggested, his strong hand supporting the back of your head. Demanding that you study his jawline through several bated breaths. “But, for now... Why don’t you go get changed, and I’ll get started on dinner?”

He turned to face your guest, while you were still struck hypnotised by the handsomeness of your partner. “I take it you’re staying for dinner Tomi, as payment for all your hard work putting up with this one?”