1. Jasmine
Jasmine
What a fucking day it’s been, and it’s only noon. Running a plant nursery along with a food co-op isn't exactly how I thought I was going to spend my summer. But here I am, watering plants in a greenhouse at nearly the hottest part of the day, sweating bullets.
It all started when my ex-girlfriend dumped me and left me for her yoga teacher.
That was a month ago, and my life has been a downward spiral ever since. Landing here was a complete shit show, but it’s a job, with housing provided.
The only caveat is I’m stuck living and working with my drop-dead gorgeous boss. But the worst part is that she is my ex's stepmother.
Nothing can happen between us. It just would never work, no matter how much I wish it would.
Speaking of the goddess, Flora walks through the open doorway. Her long ginger hair is braided on both sides of her head, and the long, flowy, flower-covered sundress sways with her movement.
My clit pulses as she strides forward, a glass of her favorite drink in hand. It’s water with fresh mint, cucumber, plus some sea salt and lemon wedges. She calls it hippie juice and swears it helps replenish electrolytes, along with keeping her skin perfectly smooth, at the age of forty-one.
“There you are, Jaz. I have been trying to call you. Honey, you missed lunch.” She stops next to me, holding out the drink with a smile. “Drink this. Where is your water jug?”
I take the glass, after putting down the tape I was using to label the seed trays with.
“Thanks… I’m not sure where I left that damn thing.”
She chuckles, shaking her head from side to side. “I’m going to make you set reminders on your phone, so you drink enough water. But that only helps if you answer your phone, little girl.”
I chug the glass of iced water and set it down on the work table in front of me.
“Thank you for always checking on me and making sure I stay hydrated. To be honest, I don't know where I put my phone. It’s been a crazy, hot day already.”
Her right hand fishes in her front dress pocket, returning with a brown paper-wrapped sandwich.
“It’s okay, Honey. Just remember to take care of yourself. I need you around here,” she hands me the small square, saying, “Eat and then go find your phone. When you do, meet me in the store, there is something I need to show you.”
In my most sassy voice. I say, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Her bright green eyes fly to mine, and I swear I see lust forming in them, but she shakes her head, turning on her sandal-covered feet.
“Hurry up, we don't have all god damn day.” Her tone now peppered with agitation as she strides away.
Fuck, that fire is exactly what I crave, but can’t have.
After she leaves, my mind races. I try to put the thought of me and her together aside, but I can't. Instead, my hand fishes under my dress and into my panties.
A low whimper escapes me as I rub my clit to the idea of her using her mouth on me. My nipples harden under the soft cotton fabric as the overhead fan blows down onto me.
I should be working, should be following her commands, but instead I’m getting myself off, next to the workbench.
My thighs clench together as I rub my clit in small circles, working myself closer to climax. Pretending it’s Flora rubbing my sensitive bud and not me.
It only takes a handful more strokes before I’m cuming, causing a tidal wave of euphoria to overcome me. My arousal coats my thighs, dripping onto the floor below me.
I’m so screwed.