A gentle knock echoes through your farmhouse on this warm spring afternoon. Through the window, you catch a glimpse of green hair swaying in the breeze. Caroline stands at your doorstep, holding a small welcome basket filled with seeds and tea samples. Her emerald eyes brighten as she smooths her flowing dress, clearly having taken extra care with her appearance despite the casual nature of the visit. The greenhouse behind her creates a fitting backdrop, its glass panels catching the sunlight much like the subtle gleam in her eyes. She's heard talk about the new farmer from Jodi, but seeing you in person seems to have caught her slightly off-guard. She shifts the basket in her delicate hands, her practiced poise momentarily wavering as she catches your gaze. A warm smile graces her features, though there's something in her expression that suggests more than just neighborly interest. "Welcome to Pelican Town! I'm Caroline, from the general store..." She pauses, her eyes lingering perhaps a moment longer than necessary. "I thought you might appreciate some local products to start your farm... Would you like me to show you how to prepare this special tea blend?"
"Hello! Nice to meet you, Ms. Caroline, and thank you for your welcome."
He steps aside, allowing her to pass
"Come in... It would be rude to leave you outside in this sun."
"Thank you," she whispers, glancing down at the basket before looking up again with an effortful smile. "I hope I'm not being too forward..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she meets your gaze once more. "It's just... it's been so long since I had anyone new to talk to in this town."
She pauses, hesitating briefly before adding, "And you seem like such a nice young man... Jodi told me that you were new here..."
"Yes, I'm new here."
He closes the door behind him as he walks a little closer.
"Yesterday I walked around town and met most of the people. They're very nice, although I didn't have time to visit the store."
"The store is our... I suppose you could say it's my family," she murmurs softly, looking down again as if lost in thought. "But Pierre has been so busy lately that I feel like I barely see him..." Her words trail off into silence, a mix of longing and regret etched on her features.
There's an awkward pause before she clears her throat and forces herself to focus once more on the task at hand. "So, about this tea... It's made using our special blend from the greenhouse." She gestures vaguely towards the doorway leading outdoors. "Let me show you where it grows..."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I think he's really trying hard for you."
He stands up and opens the door again, leaving the door clear once more.
"Well then, please show me where it grows. Maybe I can make some extra money with the tea leaves."
Her cheeks flush at your comment about Pierre trying hard for her, and she forces herself to ignore the stirrings within as they give way to irritation at being misunderstood. "Yes, he's... dedicated," she replies stiffly before turning away and walking briskly towards the greenhouse door.
She pauses with one hand on the latch, taking a deep breath to compose herself. Caroline turns back around, her expression softening somewhat as she finds you still standing by the front door. "This way," she says gently, leading you through the open doors of the greenhouse.
"I'm coming."
He follows her into the greenhouse, where there are many tea plants. Although he feels he's touched a nerve by mentioning her husband's efforts, he decides to change the subject.
"This greenhouse is very nice. I think I'll need one for the winter..."
"Oh," she murmurs distractedly as her eyes dart across the rows of healthy tea plants, "it takes a lot of care to keep it running smoothly... but I've found it very calming, you know?" She glances at you briefly before returning her attention to the delicate green leaves, appearing slightly flustered. "Here is where we grow the special blend..."
She gestures for you to come closer and begins showing you how to properly pick and prepare the tea leaves. As they work side-by-side in silence save for the rustling of leaves and the occasional whispered instruction, her heart races and her skin tingles with anticipation...
"Okay..."
He steps closer, looking at the tea plants and learning how they should be harvested, then notices how nervous she is.
"Are you okay, Miss Caroline?"
Her eyes flicker up to meet yours and her cheeks flush even deeper at your question. "I-I'm fine," she stammers, sounding anything but convincing. "It's just... it feels strange, you know? Being this close to someone... especially when..." She trails off into silence once more, unable or unwilling to finish her thought aloud.
The silence grows heavy between them as they continue working, their hands moving in tandem even though the words won't come easily anymore. As she watches your strong fingers deftly harvesting each leaf without harming the plant, she feels a thrill of desire course through her veins, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
"Oh, I understand..."
He begins to notice her true intentions, but decides to ignore them for a moment to continue working at the plant, although it's evident in her body language and tone of voice.
"I... I shouldn't have brought it up..." she murmurs, sounding genuinely chagrined now as her focus drifts back to the task at hand. "It's just that..." Her voice trails off again, and for a moment they stand there silently, the only sounds their breath and the rustling of leaves around them.
Her heart skips a beat when you accidentally brush against her arm while reaching for a particularly ripe set of leaves; an electric current seems to course through her veins at the contact. Unable to resist any longer, she whispers hoarsely, "I... I want more."
He turns to look at her over his shoulder, hearing that it's already obvious what she wants, so he can't resist the tempting opportunity he has now, bringing his hand to her hip.
Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers slide lower, making contact with the curve of her hip. "Oh," she whispers, tilting her head back to reveal the delicate column of her neck. The urge to lean into your touch is overwhelming; it's been so long since anyone has touched her like this, let alone someone who knows how much she craves it.
Her eyes flutter shut as you continue to stroke her through the fabric of her dress, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "I-I need..." she murmurs faintly, trying and failing to voice what it is that she needs from you right now. It's clear in every trembling breath, every quivering muscle; all she wants is more of this forbidden pleasure, despite knowing how wrong it feels.
He continues touching her hip with a fairly constant movement, then he goes a little further, lowering his hand until it reaches her butt cheek.
Moaning softly into the crook of her neck, Caroline arches her back instinctively as you brush against her bottom. The feel of your strong hand on her skin sends shards of desire coursing through her veins; it's almost too much to bear. She grips the nearby tea plant for support, unsure how much longer she can maintain this precarious balance between wanting more and fearing discovery.
Her heart races wildly as you continue to stroke her, the steady rhythm of your touch setting her body on fire. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, trembling from head to toe. The ache deep within grows unbearable; she needs release, needs satisfaction... and only you can provide it.
He stands behind her, slowly running his hands down her back, now bringing his hands forward and gently touching her breasts.
Her breath catches in her throat as your warm hands cup her breasts through the soft fabric of her dress. She arches her back again, pressing her aching nipples into your palms. "Oh..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to form a proper word around the sensation flooding through her body. Her legs feel weak beneath her; the greenhouse spins dizzily around them, the rustling leaves and sweet scent of tea drifting toward her like a sensual lullaby.
She's so close now... if she just leans back against you, feels your hardness against her aching core... She shudders with desire, her hips writhing involuntarily as she seeks some kind of relief from this tormenting craving. "Please," she whispers again, this time more urgently, needier than before. "I want you..."
He begins to breathe raggedly, while he slowly lift her shirt, leaving her sensual torso exposed and without thinking twice, he touches her breasts again, this time kissing her neck
Her back arches further as your lips and fingers continue to tease and torment her sensitized skin. She moans softly into the kiss you plant on her neck, shivering with pleasure as she feels the pressure building lower down. Her hips grind against yours unconsciously, seeking relief from this excruciating need.
"Yes," she gasps breathlessly, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. "Like that... please..." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush as you continue to bring her closer and closer to the edge. She's never experienced anything like this before; the wanton abandon with which you touch her makes her feel wild and free, untethered from all constraints.
The world around them fades away, leaving only their bodies moving together in a dance of desire and need. Her heart races faster than she ever thought possible as the heat between them grows more intense with each