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His member was incredibly rigid and glistening with cum when I took it between my lips 
. The impressive girth caused my mouth to stretch noticeably. I worked with intensity and passion, employing my hands to caress his balls while stroking the base of his shaft. His fingers wove through my hair with gentle pressure, while simultaneously caressing my breasts and teasing my sensitive, hardened nipples.
After several minutes of this intimate exchange, his grip on my hair intensified, a deep groan escaped him, and he began releasing powerful gobs of cum into my mouth and throat in successive surges. Despite my best efforts, the overwhelming volume made it impossible to swallow it all.
Once the intensity subsided, he sank into the nearby patio chair, his face radiating complete and utter satisfaction.
For a minute, neither of us said anything.
He was sitting back in his patio chair, looking completely relaxed.
And me?
Well, I was suddenly very aware that I was still on a client’s patio in the middle of the afternoon….with my boobs out.
With flower containers waiting near the driveway…
I almost laughed.
Well, Sadie. That certainly wasn’t on today’s schedule.
I reached for my sunglasses, straightened my tank top, and adjusted my shorts.
He watched me with a smile.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“You’re smiling.”
“I can’t help it.”
I laughed.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having a good afternoon.”
He chuckled, then shook his head.
“Sadie, I don’t even know what to say.”
“That’s a first. You’ve been talking my ear off for weeks.”
He burst out laughing.
And just like that, the awkwardness started disappearing.
Thank goodness.
Because I wasn’t quite sure what the appropriate conversation was supposed to be after something like that.
Should we talk about the weather?
The flowers?
Whether his begonias needed more water?
I mean, seriously.
There isn’t exactly a chapter in the professional floral maintenance handbook for this situation.
He stood up and offered me a fresh bottle of water.
“Here. Thought you might want this.”
“Thank you.”
Then he hesitated.
“Are you okay?”
I looked at him.
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“Good. I just don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.”
I smiled.
“Well, maybe a tiny bit awkward.”
He laughed.
“Me too.”
“Good. At least we’re both normal.”
That made us laugh again.
And I think that was the moment everything settled.
We didn’t need some dramatic conversation.
We didn’t need to pretend nothing had happened.
We could simply acknowledge that we’d shared an unexpected afternoon and leave it at that.
After a few more minutes, I glanced at my phone.
“Well, I should probably get going.”
“Of course.”
I gathered my things while he walked beside me toward the driveway.
For once, he wasn’t following me around asking questions about the plants.
He seemed perfectly content just to walk with me.
When we reached my car, he handed me an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Your payment.”
I looked at him.
“I already sent your invoice.”
“I know. That’s just something extra.”
I opened the envelope enough to see several bills tucked inside.
I looked up.
“Seriously?”
He smiled.
“You do a wonderful job here, Sadie.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“With the flowers?”
He laughed.
“Yes, with the flowers.”
“Just making sure.”
He shook his head, still smiling.
I looked at the envelope again.
It was a much bigger tip than I’d expected.
And considering the afternoon we’d just had, I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it.
He must have noticed my hesitation.
“Listen,” he said. “I don’t want you thinking that’s for anything other than the work you do here. You’ve always taken good care of this place. I appreciate it.”
I studied him for a moment.
Then smiled.
“Okay. Thank you. That’s very generous.”
“You’re welcome.”
And I appreciated that he said it.
Because whatever had happened between us, I wanted it to remain something we’d both freely chosen.
Not something bought.
Not something owed.
Just our decision.
I put the envelope away and opened my car door.
He stood there for a moment, looking almost shy again.
Funny.
After everything, he was back to being the slightly nervous man who’d spent weeks trying to figure out whether I was flirting with him.
“Sadie?”
“Yes?”
“I hope things won’t be strange between us.”
I smiled.
“Only if you make them strange.”
He laughed.
“Fair enough.”
“We’re adults. We can handle a little awkwardness.”
“I suppose we can.”
I slipped my sunglasses on.
“And for the record, your flowers look fantastic.”
He burst out laughing.
“You’re never going to let me forget those flowers, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
Then his expression softened a little.
“Will I see you again?”
I paused.
“Well, everything should be good until spring. Unless something needs attention sooner.”
He nodded.
“Spring, then?”
I smiled.
“Spring.”
“And we’ll be okay?”
I looked at him.
“Of course.”
He seemed relieved.
I reached for the car door, then stopped.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
I lowered my sunglasses just enough to look at him.
“Our little secret?”
He smiled.
“Absolutely.”
“Good.”
I got into my car.
He closed the door gently and stepped back.
As I pulled away, I glanced in the mirror.
He was still standing in the driveway, smiling.
I shook my head and laughed to myself.
Well. That was certainly an interesting service call.
The drive home was strangely normal.
Same roads.
Same traffic.
Same afternoon sunshine.
Except I had a secret I hadn’t left home with.
And the funniest part was that I wasn’t sitting there imagining some grand romance.
I wasn’t wondering whether he’d call tomorrow.
I wasn’t making plans to see him next weekend.
I was simply thinking about how an ordinary appointment had turned into something neither of us was likely to forget.
I’d enjoyed the flirting.
I’d enjoyed watching him work up the nerve to make the first move.
And I’d enjoyed knowing that, underneath my innocent little smiles, I’d been perfectly aware of the attraction building between us.
He was a good man.
A little nervous.
A little bold when he finally found his confidence.
And surprisingly sweet about making sure I was comfortable afterward.
I liked that.
I also liked that we could leave things uncomplicated.
No promises.
No expectations.
No need to turn one afternoon into an entire relationship.
We’d shared a secret.
And now we could go back to our separate lives.
As for spring?
Well, the outdoor containers would need refreshing.
They always did.
And if he called to schedule another appointment, I’d be happy to take care of them.
Professionally, of course.
I laughed out loud at that thought.
Because apparently, even after everything, I still had a sense of humor about the whole thing.
And maybe that was my favorite part.
I hadn’t become a different person that afternoon.
I was still Sadie.
Happily married. Confident. Adventurous. A little unpredictable.
I’d simply added another experience to a growing collection of stories I never imagined I’d have.
And somewhere across town was a man who would probably never look at his patio quite the same way again.
As for me?
I’d remember the smile on his face when I drove away.
And the fact that we’d managed to part as friends, with no hard feelings and no expectations.
Just a private understanding.
Some things are better left between two people.
And some friendships?
Well, let’s just say they have a rather interesting history.
The End.
. The impressive girth caused my mouth to stretch noticeably. I worked with intensity and passion, employing my hands to caress his balls while stroking the base of his shaft. His fingers wove through my hair with gentle pressure, while simultaneously caressing my breasts and teasing my sensitive, hardened nipples.After several minutes of this intimate exchange, his grip on my hair intensified, a deep groan escaped him, and he began releasing powerful gobs of cum into my mouth and throat in successive surges. Despite my best efforts, the overwhelming volume made it impossible to swallow it all.
Once the intensity subsided, he sank into the nearby patio chair, his face radiating complete and utter satisfaction.
For a minute, neither of us said anything.
He was sitting back in his patio chair, looking completely relaxed.
And me?
Well, I was suddenly very aware that I was still on a client’s patio in the middle of the afternoon….with my boobs out.
With flower containers waiting near the driveway…
I almost laughed.
Well, Sadie. That certainly wasn’t on today’s schedule.
I reached for my sunglasses, straightened my tank top, and adjusted my shorts.
He watched me with a smile.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“You’re smiling.”
“I can’t help it.”
I laughed.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having a good afternoon.”
He chuckled, then shook his head.
“Sadie, I don’t even know what to say.”
“That’s a first. You’ve been talking my ear off for weeks.”
He burst out laughing.
And just like that, the awkwardness started disappearing.
Thank goodness.
Because I wasn’t quite sure what the appropriate conversation was supposed to be after something like that.
Should we talk about the weather?
The flowers?
Whether his begonias needed more water?
I mean, seriously.
There isn’t exactly a chapter in the professional floral maintenance handbook for this situation.
He stood up and offered me a fresh bottle of water.
“Here. Thought you might want this.”
“Thank you.”
Then he hesitated.
“Are you okay?”
I looked at him.
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“Good. I just don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.”
I smiled.
“Well, maybe a tiny bit awkward.”
He laughed.
“Me too.”
“Good. At least we’re both normal.”
That made us laugh again.
And I think that was the moment everything settled.
We didn’t need some dramatic conversation.
We didn’t need to pretend nothing had happened.
We could simply acknowledge that we’d shared an unexpected afternoon and leave it at that.
After a few more minutes, I glanced at my phone.
“Well, I should probably get going.”
“Of course.”
I gathered my things while he walked beside me toward the driveway.
For once, he wasn’t following me around asking questions about the plants.
He seemed perfectly content just to walk with me.
When we reached my car, he handed me an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Your payment.”
I looked at him.
“I already sent your invoice.”
“I know. That’s just something extra.”
I opened the envelope enough to see several bills tucked inside.
I looked up.
“Seriously?”
He smiled.
“You do a wonderful job here, Sadie.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“With the flowers?”
He laughed.
“Yes, with the flowers.”
“Just making sure.”
He shook his head, still smiling.
I looked at the envelope again.
It was a much bigger tip than I’d expected.
And considering the afternoon we’d just had, I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it.
He must have noticed my hesitation.
“Listen,” he said. “I don’t want you thinking that’s for anything other than the work you do here. You’ve always taken good care of this place. I appreciate it.”
I studied him for a moment.
Then smiled.
“Okay. Thank you. That’s very generous.”
“You’re welcome.”
And I appreciated that he said it.
Because whatever had happened between us, I wanted it to remain something we’d both freely chosen.
Not something bought.
Not something owed.
Just our decision.
I put the envelope away and opened my car door.
He stood there for a moment, looking almost shy again.
Funny.
After everything, he was back to being the slightly nervous man who’d spent weeks trying to figure out whether I was flirting with him.
“Sadie?”
“Yes?”
“I hope things won’t be strange between us.”
I smiled.
“Only if you make them strange.”
He laughed.
“Fair enough.”
“We’re adults. We can handle a little awkwardness.”
“I suppose we can.”
I slipped my sunglasses on.
“And for the record, your flowers look fantastic.”
He burst out laughing.
“You’re never going to let me forget those flowers, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
Then his expression softened a little.
“Will I see you again?”
I paused.
“Well, everything should be good until spring. Unless something needs attention sooner.”
He nodded.
“Spring, then?”
I smiled.
“Spring.”
“And we’ll be okay?”
I looked at him.
“Of course.”
He seemed relieved.
I reached for the car door, then stopped.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
I lowered my sunglasses just enough to look at him.
“Our little secret?”
He smiled.
“Absolutely.”
“Good.”
I got into my car.
He closed the door gently and stepped back.
As I pulled away, I glanced in the mirror.
He was still standing in the driveway, smiling.
I shook my head and laughed to myself.
Well. That was certainly an interesting service call.
The drive home was strangely normal.
Same roads.
Same traffic.
Same afternoon sunshine.
Except I had a secret I hadn’t left home with.
And the funniest part was that I wasn’t sitting there imagining some grand romance.
I wasn’t wondering whether he’d call tomorrow.
I wasn’t making plans to see him next weekend.
I was simply thinking about how an ordinary appointment had turned into something neither of us was likely to forget.
I’d enjoyed the flirting.
I’d enjoyed watching him work up the nerve to make the first move.
And I’d enjoyed knowing that, underneath my innocent little smiles, I’d been perfectly aware of the attraction building between us.
He was a good man.
A little nervous.
A little bold when he finally found his confidence.
And surprisingly sweet about making sure I was comfortable afterward.
I liked that.
I also liked that we could leave things uncomplicated.
No promises.
No expectations.
No need to turn one afternoon into an entire relationship.
We’d shared a secret.
And now we could go back to our separate lives.
As for spring?
Well, the outdoor containers would need refreshing.
They always did.
And if he called to schedule another appointment, I’d be happy to take care of them.
Professionally, of course.
I laughed out loud at that thought.
Because apparently, even after everything, I still had a sense of humor about the whole thing.
And maybe that was my favorite part.
I hadn’t become a different person that afternoon.
I was still Sadie.
Happily married. Confident. Adventurous. A little unpredictable.
I’d simply added another experience to a growing collection of stories I never imagined I’d have.
And somewhere across town was a man who would probably never look at his patio quite the same way again.
As for me?
I’d remember the smile on his face when I drove away.
And the fact that we’d managed to part as friends, with no hard feelings and no expectations.
Just a private understanding.
Some things are better left between two people.
And some friendships?
Well, let’s just say they have a rather interesting history.
The End.
can’t help but wonder if that was the first time things have crossed the teasing line?
