Garden Spirit

He arrived to the property, letting the car door close behind him with a dull thump. He looked up and down the road as he realized for the first time that it's nearly a half mile to his nearest neighbor. He shook the images of a dozen horror movies out of his head and took a deep breath of the cool country air. It smelled sweet, like lavender and roses.

He took a moment to survey the property. There was a house, sitting at the far end of what looked like a garden, a cobblestone path lead either left or right from the road, winding through the planters and garden boxes of freshly tilled potting soil before converging at the front door of the small house. Both sides of the garden were flanked by a seven foot tall hedge, providing almost complete privacy for the property.

The house wasn't much to look at by modern standards. Old bricks, a simple shingled roof which is in desperate need of some new tiles, a splintering wooden door, even some vines and vegetation growing up the south face of the structure. He knew it might need some work, but for his first place out of school, he wasn't too picky and it seemed much more his speed than another noisy apartment.

He'd heard of the cheap place through a friend of a friend who had recommended that he contact the landlord about renting out the small home. It was nearly $500 cheaper than anywhere else he'd found so it was an easy choice, and now he knew why.

He began to slowly walk the cobblestone path towards the house, feeling a gentle breeze creep through the thin shirt and chill him ever so slightly for just a moment before the bright sun warmed him back up again. As he passed between the planters, he could smell the sweet scent of flowers even stronger, but by the time he reached the front door the smell had once again dissipated. He grabbed the old brass knob and turned it gently, the old mechanism squeaked and then popped free of the door jam with a quiet "thunk". He swung the door open and slowly revealed the interior of the house.

Much like the outside, the inside was simple and old fashioned. The walls were made of a sort of rustic barn-wood, a small table and two chairs sat to the right of the door by a small window, directly across from the door was a small kitchen and butcher block counter tops, to the left was a wall with two doors in it.

He set his bag on the small table and closed the front door behind him. Immediately he opened the first interior door, behind which was a small bedroom with a double bed, a wardrobe, and a small bedside table. Reaching his hand over he opened the other door, which revealed a small bathroom, complete with a claw-foot tub that had been wedged into the space clearly not designed for it.

"Well I don't know what I expected, but this is probably good enough." he muttered to himself as he tossed his bag onto the small bed. He spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning, dusting, and then unpacking the rest of his things from his car. Every time he crossed from the house to the car and back, he smelled that same sweet aroma of flowers coming from the yet-to-be-planted garden. At first he thought maybe someone had dropped an air freshener or something, but he quickly realized the scent lacked that tacky sticky aroma that synthetic scents tended to have. This was something sweet and silky and natural.

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He flopped down in the small chair beside the table, setting down a small cup of tea as his gaze began to drift out the window. He watched the small patch of woods that sat on the north side of the house. The sun was beginning to set, casting the scene in a sort of pale purple light. He watched for a few minutes as birds emerged from the trees, snatching bugs from the air as they emerged for their evening scavenging. For just a moment he thought he saw something bigger walking between the trees. He swore he saw the shape of a person walking through the forest, swinging their arms and practically dancing, but as he looked closer he saw nothing but the small birds swooping and chattering. He relaxed in his chair, taking a sip of his drink as the sunlight slowly degraded from a dull purple to darkness. He got up slowly, placing the cup in the simple metal sink and heading to bed.

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He slept fitfully for a few hours before he awoke in the middle of the night, finally unable to pretend he was resting. He sat up in bed throwing the covers back, clad only in his boxer he climbed up out of bed and looked out the window. Through his hazy, tired eyes he saw the form of a woman wandering through his front garden. His pulse began to race, he blinked, rubbing his eyes, then looked again. Only darkness and the faintest outline of the empty planter boxes.

He swing his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor of the house against the bottom of his feet. He clicked his phone on, the bright screen informing him that it was just past midnight, however the scare at the window left him wide awake, and his unfamiliar surroundings left him somewhat anxious. He stood, stretching a bit before pulling the wardrobe door open. He reached blindly inside, pulling out a zip-up hooding and pulling it over his exposed torso. He opened the door to the front room of the small house. For just a moment, he smelled it again. The sweet scent of flowers, the smell of a beautiful sunny summer afternoon. Then just as quickly it disappeared again.

He pulled the front door closed behind him, feeling the cool air tickle at his exposed legs as he began to wander. He made it as far as the road, listening to the quiet chirps and squeaks of insects and birds from the woods all making the night their own without any knowledge or interest in him. He looked down the long dusty gravel road he'd come in on, then to his car which was already collecting a thin layer of dust after just a few hours being parked on the country road. Then he smelled it again, the sweet and smooth fragrance as if a fresh bouquet of flowers had passed just beneath his nose. He turned back towards the garden and house where he finally saw it with clear eyes.

Standing right in the center of the garden was a woman. He could only see her outline in the dark, she was made of gentle curves, her hips and thighs pulling in to her tummy which protruded just a bit out before her, her breasts which even in the dark he could see were large, but her body held them in such a way they seemed almost light to her. Her round face was flanked on both sides by curled hair which flowed from her head in a way that felt free and yet well cared for and properly cultivated. She bent down, seeming to not even notice he was there, completely unbothered by his presence as she grabbed a watering can from the ground beside her and lifted it up, tipping it away from her and sending a small shower of water dribbling into the soft tilled soil.

"Umm- hello?" He wasn't sure how indignant to be. One the one hand she was standing, seemingly naked, in his garden, on the other she didn't seem a threat or particularly out of place somehow.

"Oh you can see me?" She turned to him. A cloud slid away, allowing a gentle moonlight to bask the garden in it's cool glow, illuminating even more of her gentle curves. Her arms were not particularly long, but looked soft and inviting, her skin looked well tanned in the light, her wild and well cared for hair a deep dark brown color.

"Well yes you're- this is- I live here now I'm renting from Murray." He stammered a bit, his mind unable to decide on the proper course of action for this conversation.

"I knew there was a new one coming, though I have to say-" She paused, turning her attention back to the planter box she was watering. As the gentle spray splashed against the cool earth she looked back towards him, her eyes almost glowing green as looks him up and down, "- it usually takes a few weeks."

"Sorry are you- do you live here or- somewhere nearby?" He looks her up and down for a few more moments before it clicks in his mind. He's been looking over the body of a naked woman he doesn't know. His eyes drop to the ground immediately, he can feel his face turning red as embarrassment rattles through him. "Do you need some clothes?"

"I live nearby. I take care of the garden and the woods around here." she smiled at him, cocking her head to one side, though he wass too focused on the stones beneath his feet to notice she dodged the clothing question.

"Well I- it's nice to meet you miss- " he paused looking back up at her. His eyes are first drawn to her hips, then her face, before being drawn down to her breasts. He looks for a moment, watching their gentle curves subtly shift and jiggle with each movement.

"Do you like gardening?" She asked with a wry smile, "I could use some help with getting these planters ready." She stopped watering the boxes of dirt, extending the watering can towards him like it weighed nothing.

"I don't really know all that much about plants and stuff. I kept a spider-plant alive through all 4 years of college, but that's pretty easy I guess." He spoke quickly, feeling his tongue stumble over every other word as it left his lips.

"It's not so much about how much skill a plant takes, it's about caring and it sounds like you care more than enough." She gave the watering can a little shake, the liquid sloshing from side to side within. He crossed the distance between them quickly and grabbed hold of the can. It was heavy, as his hands took the weight it nearly pulled him over. "Careful there." She said with a giggle taking a step back from him.

She had been watching him since he had first pulled up in his sleek city car. She'd watched him unpacking, setting out his teas and preparing a kettle for himself as dusk drew near. He wasn't a body builder like the last one had been, no protein power or dumbbells in his bags, but she could feel he was sensitive and tender. She could feel that he cared. It didn't hurt that as he'd changed for bed he'd caught sight of his bum which was, to her eyes, perfectly rounded and pinch-able. She did her best not to snoop around until they could see her, and she knew they were ok with it, but sometimes her more mischievous nature got the better of her.

She released the watering can into his arms, immediately watching him shift under it's weight. She often forgot that even the strongest mortals would buckle under the weight she could carry with one finger. He held the weight of the large watering can in both arms, he began to slowly tip it forward, sending the gentle rain of water splashing across the large planter.

"Good good, make sure you're getting even coverage, like some more water in that corner there." She pointed to the corner of the planter, turning her body slightly, her breast brushing against him for just a moment. He immediately felt a jolt in his tummy. She felt warm to him, even through the sweater's warm material, her skin seemed to radiate heat. He turned his attention back to the planter, shifting the large watering can forward and sending a gentle rain of water over the dry corner. "Perfect, just like that." He could hear the smile in how she spoke.

"So you just wander around in the middle of the night watering the dirt?" He asked nervously as he tipped the watering can back, cutting off the tiny shower of cool water.

"No. Do you just wander around in your boxers all night checking out naked women you find?" Her retort had an edge to it, but he took it in the playful way she intended it.

"No no of course not. I'm sorry just, trying to make sense of all of this." He bent down and set the watering can on the cobblestone path. "I can't say I've come across a beautiful naked woman in my garden before but I also can't say I've lived somewhere with a garden before so maybe that's not surprising."

"Not so surprising. Most people don't have this kind of space." She looked up at the trees over the hedge to the north, then to the planters, and finally to him. She watched him for a moment as he did the same, looking at anything he could that wasn't her naked body. She noticed his jawline and stubbly beard for the first time. In the night it gave him something of a rugged look, even if the rest of his clothes gave away his city upbringing.

"Well umm- what's next?" He looked over to her, his eyes locking with hers for just a moment before flicking away again. She reached over placing a hand on his shoulder, gently turning him to face her. They both found themselves looking into the other's eyes. Hers glowed a gentle green, like the sunlight coming through a healthy summer leaf. His reflected the moonlight, the pale grey of his iris a gentle glint in the cool darkness. For a moment each looked at the other. He saw the gentle slope of her nose, how her soft cheeks held to her face, the peppering of freckles that seem to have been coaxed out by a day in the sunlight. She saw the strong nose that ran down the center of his face, appreciated the firm cheekbones and her eyes wondered what his cool lips would feel like against hers.

"Next we plant." She placed her other hand on his hip, pulling him closer to her as she leaned in towards him. He leaned in as well closing his eyes and pursing his lips as they came to rest against hers. At first it was just a soft kiss, her lips were warm and inviting. He wanted to drink deeply of her warmth, as the night air continued to cool him. She pulled away only long enough to part her lips, before he pulled her back in and kissed her again. His lips crashed into hers, his tongue darting out and tasting hers as they both danced along caressing the other.

His hands found their way to either side of her, the heat of her skin immediately warming his cold fingertips as he drew her close, pulling at the soft flesh of her hips against him. She slid her hand up along his body, feeling the texture of his simple hoodie before sliding around his neck and digging into his short brown hair. He kisses her again, feeling the heat from her body seeming to grow stronger as he held her close. She pulled his head towards her, feeling his body push against hers as his hands slid up her sides. First to her tummy, then finding their way around to rest between her shoulder blades.

She pulled his lips into hers yet again, drawing him into another kiss as her other hand slips between them. She quickly found his zipper and with a flash had it down to the bottom hem of the sweater and pulled pulled each half of the zipper back, exposing the thin mat of hair on his chest to the cool moonlight. Her warm fingers dig into the hair, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathes in, then out, and pulls him in for another kiss.

She moved her hand from the back of his head, to the shoulder of his sweater, which he quickly obliged in removing, pulling his hands from her back to tug the sweater off and toss it wherever it may land. As the sweater comes to land in the grass a few paces behind her, she reached for him yet again, placing her hands on either side of his head and pulling his lips back towards hers. His hands hesitated a moment before coming to rest on her again, one on her ass cheek the other on her tummy, but slowly sliding up to her ribs before coming to rest on her breast.

His hand grasped the soft flesh of her breast gently. It felt heavy, satisfying to hold, and yet still left him wanting for more. He pulled away from her ever so slightly, moving his lips to her cheek and beginning to kiss his way to her jawline first, then down her neck, across her collarbone, before dipping down and planting a kiss on the top of her breast. He looked up at her as she once again slid a hand around to the back of his head and gripped his hair gently. She smiled down at him, her lips parted ever so slightly, her warm green eyes shining down on him as he took her nipple into his mouth.

At first just his tongue darted across its tip, then he gave it a gentle suckle, followed by another darting movement from his tongue. He began to gently pull and nibble at it as she watched, her smile shifting with each movement of his tongue across her nipple. Her fingers dug into his scalp, then relaxed and pulled his head in closer to her body, her other hand came to rest on his shoulder and pulled him even closer in against her. She let out a gentle moan, the sweet scent of her breath filled his nostrils once again.

She held him there a minute or two longer, allowing his hand to hold her breast in place, his tongue and lips to tease and play with her nipple, and his other hand to slide up and down her side, before she decided she was ready to continue this. She pulled his head back, placed a hand in the center of his chest, then gently pushed him away from her. He stepped backward, immediately feeling a planter at the back of his knee and stumbling on it.

He fell for just a moment before coming to rest in the soft, moist soil of the large planter. She stepped towards him, her smile wide and her eyes seeming even brighter than before. With a quick motion she tugged his boxers down, leaving them around his ankles as his cock sprung forth, fully erect and throbbing in the cool moonlight. She climbed onto the planter with him, placing a knee on either side of his hips and coming to sit on his thighs.

She looked over him, now practically naked and laying in the cool soil, his mouth half open as her hands began to trace up and down his sides. Leaning forward she drew a finger up his side, over his ribs, across his chest horizontally, then began to draw a meandering line down through the center of his chest.

He watched her as she worked, her eyes glowing brightly, as she outlined his chest with her finger. He watched her form as her finger passed his belly button, then gently slid up his erect cock. Her warm touch sent a jolt up his spine, her gaze casting a gentle green glow in the dim lighting.

She shifted slightly, her knees making impressions in the cool dirt. She leaned forward, her eyes meeting his as her hand wraps around his cock. She pulled gently on him, his cock responding immediately by pushing against her palm. She smiled practically to herself as she shifted forward further, her other hand coming to rest on his hip as she looked into his eyes. She continued her motion upwards until the head of his cock was between her fingers and palm. She rolled her palm over and back against his head. The simple motion sent waves of pleasure up his body, his mouth hung agape and his eyes dulled with pleasure as he looked down on her. Her hand slid down over his shaft, then back up, her body shifting slightly with each tug.

She was the vision of perfection, her gentle curves accented in the cool moonlight, her breasts hanging down and bouncing gently with each jerk of her hand on his cock, her long dark flowing hair hanging to one side as she looked up and down the length of his body. He couldn't help but be enraptured by her.

She could feel his eyes on her, his desire for her. She felt each shudder of his breath and gentle thrusts of his hips as he helped push himself through her fingers. She felt the energy flowing from him as she tugged on his cock. She loved this part. No more thinking, no more buzzing electricity or screeching car motors, just the heat of a body, the cool night air, and the attention she was owed.

His hands came to rest on her thighs, still positioned to either side of him as she tugged and rubbed at his swollen cock. Every few jerks, just at the top she would twist her hand, rubbing her palm over his increasingly desperate head and grabbing a dribble of his pre-cum to keep his shaft wet and lubricated. He would buck and push his hips up through her fingers, then shudder and shake as her palm on his head sent a shock-wave of pleasure through him.

She could feel with each stroke him drawing closer and closer. She knew the time wasn't far off now, and that there were better places for his cum than spread across himself and the dirt. She lifted herself up, shuffling forward and positioning his cock at the lips of her pussy. She locked eyes with him, a devious smile on her face as she parted her lips slightly, her spare hand reached forward and took hold of his, pulling it toward her and placing his fingers on the side of her tummy. His other hand followed suit as she pressed the head of his cock against her opening.

She slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his cock push past her lips and gently within her. His mouth fell open, his eyes couldn't help but close themselves tightly as her inner walls gripped his shaft. Each inch sent a barrage of pleasure up his spine, each micro movement of her body as it took him inside of her sent another jolt and shock up his spine. His back arched slightly as her ass came to rest against him. He took in a deep breath, the night air filling his lungs as he felt her all around him.

She smiled, watching as he bucked and sucked in air. His hands began to slide up and down her form as she lifted herself up, squeezing her muscles around his cock pulling at his head as she rose. She hesitated at the top, only the tips of his cock remaining within her as the rest was exposed to the cool night air. For a moment his eyes opened, almost as if waking from a dream. He looked up, his eyes confused as she smiled down at him, her eyes glowing an even brighter green as that same devious grin spread across her lips. Satisfied with her toying, she brought herself back down on his cock, enveloping his entire length within herself in a split moment. As soon as her hips came to rest against his, she reared up again this time not nearly as far before bringing her hips back down.

He let out a gentle moan as she began to bounce on his dick. His hands felt their way from the sides of her tummy, feeling their way along the soft flesh of her torso before finding her breasts. He grabbed one in one hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she lifts her hips up again, then brings them back down against him. She planted a hand on either side of him, just above his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the dirt as she picked up her pace slightly. Her breath smelled sweet, like flowers and fresh rain as she rode him her lips drew closer to his as her muscles tightened around his cock.

Each buck felt like the first time, his hands moved from her breasts to her back, his hands dug into her soft skin, almost as if he was trying to pull her even closer to himself. She smiled as she planted a kiss on him, feeling his hips buck up into hers, his cock swelling as it thrust into her.

His lips melted against hers, his hips pushed up against hers as he felt his balls tighten. His hands pulled her against him, his hips thrust once more and before he knew it he released. He felt her relax, her weights bearing on him as he thrust himself into her. She smiled, feeling his excitement and pleasure not only from his vigorous thrusts against her, but from the energy seeping from his lips and eyes. Her eyes shone a bright green as he pumped his cum into her. She went in again, as his thrusts subsided, kissing him again. She drank deeply from his energies and felt him begin to relax.

As he relaxed, his muscles loosening and lowering himself back down against the soft moist soil, he had a million questions. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could ask any, she reached a finger forward and shushed him.

"Whatever it is, don't worry. There's plenty of time for talking later, for now I just- I want to be here."

There was a silence as he looked around. Her eyes slowly scanned the garden space, taking in the details of the space, then dropping down to him, still laying in the dirt below her. He watched her drink in the space, watching as her shining green eyes began to fade from bright bulbs illuminating the night, back to the dim glow that he had first seen earlier that night.

After a moment she took a deep breath of the cool night air and began to climb off of him and the planted.

"So-" he immediately started to ask,"Do you live here or-"

She smiled at him politely, but turned away, walking down the stone path towards the house. She could feel some of his cum dribbling out as she walked, but it didn't matter, the true power of the night had been in the energy released, the energy consumed, and the passion generated.

As she neared the house she turned, walking confidently across the lawn and towards the small wooded area to the north of the house. As she reached the corner of the house she placed a hand on the cool stone and looked back at him. He was now propped up on his elbows watching her as she walked away.

"I promise, I'll explain everything in time." She spoke warmly, but with an urgency in her words. He watched as she soft green glow of her eyes disappeared around the corner of his new house. He reached down, scrambling to pull his underpants back up and zip his hoodie back up. He awkwardly and quickly half-ran down the path and across the grass to the corner of the house she'd just disappeared behind. Looking out he only saw a faint glow of green through the trees, and smelled the sweet floral aroma that had greeted him when he arrived.

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He woke around 10am the next day. He sat up, groggily wiping the sleep from his eyes, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He brushed off the woman in the garden as an odd dream, at most just a strange. He flipped on the coffee maker, watching as the deep brown liquid began to collect in the cup.

He grabbed the cup, turning to the small dining table and sitting down. He reclined back in the seat and began sipping his coffee. It wasn't until he'd started his third sip that he noticed the dirty foot prints that seem to have appeared overnight. He traced the line from the front door, to the counter at the opposite end of the small room, where a small slip of folded paper had been left on the counter.

He stood and crossed the kitchen in just a few steps, grabbing the small slip of paper and unfolding. He was immediately struck with the same sweet flowery scent that he had smelled last night. In a flash all the hazy memories of the last night came flooding back, the woman in the garden, the shape of her body, the glow of her eyes, the heat of her hands, the crash of her kiss, and the the ecstasy of the orgasm she pulled from him.

He read the note, which simply said.

"Don't be a stranger." She had signed off on it with a little "~M".

He held the paper to his nose, drinking in the sweet scent he'd never smelled anywhere else in the world. He read the note a few more times, not sure how exactly to process it. He slowly turned, scooping up his coffee mug and proceeding to his front door.

He let the door fall closed behind him as the warm late morning sun cascaded across his face. He took a few steps down the stone path looking across the small garden. Something was different, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He took another sip of his coffee, then it hit him.

The fresh, rich soil in each planter was no longer a flat earthy brown, but was now a bright green, each bed had hundreds of tiny plant shoots sprouting across it's face.

"So," her voice sounded from somewhere behind him. He spun around, his eyes finding her leaned against the side of his stone house. She was naked, as she had been last night, not a hint of shame or hiding of her curvy form. The sun made her sun-kissed skin glow, her hair shone somehow even richer and darker than in the night, her eyes caught the bright sun, glowing a pale green."What did you want to know?"