It was springtime and the earth was moist and smelled sweet. I was working in the garden with a tall woman. Her long brown hair comes down to her slender, angled shoulders, her beautiful young face covered in a light smattering of freckles, warm brown eyes glow as she smiles at me warmly. She was strong, her full thighs rose smoothly to a drum-tight, curvaceous butt. She stands, and then squats, planting our seeds in fresh furrows of soil, moving seedlings from inside our greenhouse. She works topless in the sun. Beads of sweat start to run down from her neck and glisten on her full ample breasts. A gust of spring wind cools us as it blows by, and I see her n*****s hardened, the skin on her breasts pulled tightly with goosebumps, and the few soft hairs around her n*****s stand up.
She was
