In Leanne’s garden

I learned yesterday that shared manual labor can build some serious sexual tension. My friend Leanne asked me to help her build a few raised beds in her garden, and the two of us worked all day in her balmy backyard. Prior to yesterday, she and I had only flirted and shared one sloppy drunk kiss after a night at the bar, but after six hours of sweaty, dirty work, we both wanted more.

I arrived at about 10am to find her dressed in busted-ass jeans and a sweatshirt, making herself a smoothie for breakfast.

“Thanks so much for coming over, dude,” she said in her slow North Carolina drawl. “I’ll show you the garden.”

We walked to the backyard. She had her long brunette hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, and I watched the stray strands wisp behind her in the morning sun. She’s one of those beautiful girls that looks sexy no matter what she’s wearing. It’s effortless, and it shines through sweatshirts and sundresses alike.

We talked about the plan for her garden, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her lively, animated mouth. Her almond-shaped deep brown eyes laughed along with her lips as we joked. I pretty much missed the plan.

She finished her smoothie and we set to it. The work was simple enough; we’d build three raised beds for veggies and fill them with soil and compost.

As noon approached, the sun crept into her backyard and started to warm things up. It had rained hard the night before (that’s March in the NW for you) and the air quickly became balmy. The two of us toiled in the mossy, leafy enclosure of her garden, shovelling heavy dirt to the side. A thin film of sweat and smeared dirt covered our bodies.

Leanne wiped her forehead and disappeared into the house. She emerged a minute later with two mason jars filled with cold water. It was so good I almost didn’t notice that she’d taken off her sweatshirt, and was now wearing only a thin gray deep-v tshirt.

“Drink up,” she said. “I don’t want you collapsing out here.” Her breasts stood out impressively from her torso under the thin cotton. They looked so firm and buoyant for their size, and as she bent to set down her jar, I was allowed a look through her swaying cleavage to her smooth stomach.

Leanne is a curvy girl, without being the least bit pudgy. Her hips are wide, her butt is big, and her stomach has a smooth graceful curve to it. Her skin is taut and firm. When she stretches into one of her ambiguously suggestive yoga poses, her back arches like a cat. I’ve never seen another girl quite like her, and I find her body both beautiful and beguiling.

Crimson and clover

My new housemate is a bohemian by her own admission. And you all know how I feel about bohemians. She sunbathes in our backyard naked. That kind of bohemian.

Since I moved in, Bri’s taken me to two hot springs and a nude beach, so we’ve grown accustomed to being naked around each other. Her level of comfort with her body is contagious, it seems. Some curvy girls spend their days pining for a different shape, but Bri treats her hips like bragging rights and her tits like prizes hard-won.

A few days ago I came home from work to Bri wrestling with a bottle of wine, trying to get it open. Between the two of us, we managed to uncork the thing, and she insisted that I have a glass with her. Bri spends many an evening watching movies, drinking red wine, and every time I walk in on her we talk about sharing a bottle sometime. Tonight’s the night, she said.

I followed her into the living room, watching her skirt pitch and buck as her ass jiggled. Her ass makes me think of pears. We sat on the couch and let the spicy crimson wine push us down into the cushions. Bri looked relaxed, reclining on the couch, her chin nearly tucked in her soft cleavage.

“I’ve been so horny today,” she said, giggling self consciously after she said it. “I don’t even know why.”

“I’d take it as a sign if I were you,” I said. “A subtle signal from you body that it’s time to get off.”

“Yeah, and wine just makes me hornier. The warmth keeps going after it reaches my stomach and ends up in my pussy. I feel warm and horny and good.”