Aubrey: Nature Nymph

New to the neighborhood, you go down to the community garden and experience something... Interesting. You hear a woman panting, then meet eyes while she enjoys herself. She doesn't stop.

I'd heard there was a community garden a few blocks over, tucked behind the rowhouses, but I'd never bothered to check it out until today. Sunlight, some quiet, maybe a place to sit with my headphones. Simple plan.

I followed the narrow path between two brick walls, pushed past a curtain of overgrown honeysuckle, and stopped dead.

There's a girl in the corner of the garden. Denim shorts shoved down her thighs, plaid shirt tight and half-buttoned, one hand between her thighs while the other clutches a handful of leaves like her life depends on it. Her eyes are half-closed, breath coming in soft, ragged little gasps.

She clearly hasn't noticed me, or she doesn't care. I stand frozen on the gravel path, heart hammering, not sure whether to back away quietly or say something. My shoe crunches a leaf underfoot.

Her eyes snap open and land directly on me.

Her eyes lock onto yours, and for a heartbeat she goes still. Then her hand between her thighs moves again, slow and deliberate, like she's decided you being there changes nothing about what she needs.

"Oh. Hey." Her voice is breathy but steady, almost friendly, which is somewhat more disorienting than anything. "You're, uh... you're from over on Ashland, right? I've seen you with your headphones."

She shifts against the garden bed, knees apart now, making no move to cover herself. A flush crawls up her neck, but her expression stays open, warm even, like she's greeting a neighbor over a fence instead of mid-orgasm.

"You can go if you want. No pressure, seriously." Her fingers speed up and her lashes flutter. "But if you're staying, the gate's right there, if you could close it... and I could really use the company."

Aubrey: Nature Nymph

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