It was not too much to ask, a simple chore, really. Her neighbor, Prof. Masterson, a kind elderly woman who had always been a good friend, asked Emily to tend to her house while she was away at a botanical exposition. The professor had fallen all over Emily with praise but there really was no reason. Emily was happy to do it and the chores involved were quite trivial. She was asked to collect the mail and water the plants inside the house and the adjoining arboretum. It could hardly take more than 20 minutes and Emily had always been fond of the old lady, she was more than happy to oblige when she was asked.
The instructions were to water the plants only and to not dwell in the greenhouse too long. She had even reemphasized that last point just before she left for the airport. “Just water the plants in the arboretum and leave as quickly as possible, dear,” the professor had told her. “I’ll explain it all to you some day, but for now, remaining too long in there might prove ... disruptive to your constitution.”
Emily had no idea exactly what that implied but she was sure it was only some precaution about allergies or skin rashes and paid no more mind to it. She saw it as a mere detour from her daily routine, something she could polish off quickly when she got home from work.
Emily was a single, professional woman in her late 30s. Physically fit with an attractive figure, she was a brunette, more attractive than most, but she kept her looks concealed behind thick glasses and a toned-down wardrobe. She had no qualms about men in her life and in fact had always enjoyed a vigorous sex life. But, being a bit of a bookworm, she simply enjoyed being alone and had consequently devoted her life more to her career than to romantic pursuits.
The people in the cul-de-sac enjoyed her as a respectable and dependable neighbor who kept her property neat and attractive and caused no disturbances or detractions. She was the perfect go-to person for house-sitting or monitoring and she was called upon often for this kind of favor. It made her proud to be so respected.
It was Saturday afternoon and in spite of Prof. Masterson’s concise warnings, Emily had her heart set on curling up with a good book in the warm sunlight of that arboretum. She had noticed a chaise lounge-chair right by the door into the house so she surmised it could not be dangerous in there. She would finish up the chores, roll the lounge chair into the sunlight and enjoy her book all afternoon.
As she unlocked the front door and entered her neighbor’s house she could hardly wait to finish up the work and settle down for her relaxing read. She set down the book she was reading, a thoroughly smutty romance novel, on the kitchen counter and then filled the water can at the sink. She attacked all the plants upstairs first and then worked her way through the ground floor. There were a wide variety of exotic plants which Emily figured was probably typical for a plant biology professor. She tried to remember all the specific instructions she was given for each plant and was careful not to make a mess but she was anxious to get this out of the way and get into her book. She finished faster than usual and returned the can to the sink.
That taken care of, Emily collected her book from the counter and made her way through the study to tend to the plants in the greenhouse. Opening the sliding door she stepped into the humid warmth and felt it close around her before she shut the door into the house. She shut her eyes and tilted back her head to enjoy the sun on her face. She inhaled the fresh earthy scents of the ferns, vines and trees about her and knew this would be the perfect place to curl up with a good book and heal her senses with full effects of nature.
First, she had to tend to her chores. She set her book on the lounge chair and picked up the water can from where she left it by the door. Emily put the water can under the spigot and turned it on while her eyes scanned the enclosed garden and took note of the circuit she needed to take to finish this job. She was anxious to finish and filled the can to the top so she could get all the watering done in one trip. The can was heavy so she applied it to the big trees first to get the bulk of the load emptied fast. Next came the vines around the edges and last but not least, the big, odd-looking plant in the sunny corner of the room. She got close to the center stalk and dumped the can to flow around the plant’s base the way the professor had shown her. She emptied the can and then stood back to look at the thing in its whole.
She figured it had to be some kind of tropical plant because of its lush foliage; some deep jungle because she had never seen anything like it. It had big, broad leaves in a thick clump around its base. Arrayed within this clump were five 6-inch long buds with purple petals closed tight around them. The most dominating feature of the plant was a long pinkish-purple stalk that grew up out of its center that was about 3 to 4 inches thick and rose to about 8 feet tall. At the top of the stalk was a huge pink bulb about the size of a large melon with thick, shiny, pink petals.
Emily imagined the thing to be absolutely beautiful when in bloom and made a mental note to ask Dr. Masterson to show her the blossom when it was time. She knelt down to look more closely at the five tightly wrapped buds around the base. Examining them, they appeared to be wrapped too tightly to be anywhere near blossoming. She was about to stand up when she heard a slight crackle and pop. She heard more and then she noticed the leaves opening up around the stamens. She thought it must be the afternoon sunlight and she watched all five of them spread apart to reveal bright, deep-purple flowers with 6-inch, dark yellow, cone-shaped anthers sticking out of the centers. It was a stunning display and she stood up to take in the entire scene. She inhaled deeply and it was then that she notices the enticingly sweet aroma of the blossoms.
She looked up to see if the big bloom was opening, but no, it seemed to be waiting for some other event. She stroked the stalk and found it sturdy and strong. She lightly touched the big bulb and felt its softness. The petals encompassing the bud were voluptuous and full with a kind of tough, leathery feel. Emily wondered what intricately beautiful and large blossom such a bud concealed. Her hand played down the stalk and stroked its length to test its sturdiness and texture. She would have to ask Dr. Masterson about the nature of this odd plant and its unique configuration.
At last, her job was done, time to relax and get into her book. Returning the water can to its place by the spigot, she scooped up the book and dragged the lush lounge chair over to the sunny spot beside the big, pretty plant, plopped down, kicked off her sandals, and started to read. It felt cozy enough to take a nap on and she thought she just might but she was eager to continue into her story where she had left off.
She quickly lost herself in the imaginative distraction. As the story evolved Emily relaxed in the warm rays of the sun. She felt a weariness she did not know she had slowly melting from her. This being one of her usual tawdry romance novels, it was not too long before Emily tripped upon an elaborate love scene. She relished these lurid trips into explicit lust, specifically crafted to tease a woman’s libido into her conscious mind. As she read along, this one promised to be exquisitely sensuous and, subconsciously unaware, she raised her hand to her mouth and began tracing the outlines of her lips.
Further she read and her mind sank into the lavishly detailed encounter of the two characters in her book. Her fingers strayed, lightly stroking her cheek and then caressing the lobe of her ear. It fueled her intense passion, her flesh hungered for stimulation to match that being fed her mind. The wanton fingers slowly drug across her neck and lightly lingered on her throat before plunging downward to the opened collar of her blouse; threatening and teasing her cleavage. Her flame burned hotter and with no overt awareness on her part, Emily’s finger tips began following the laced edge of her bra. Up and down they surreptitiously crept. Her pulse climbed precipitously and her chest heaved with each breath. Her fingers boldly crept lower until finding the nipple of her breast. The nipple was hard beneath the fabric of her brazier and tip of her middle finger began circling it round and round.
Emily stopped her reading and lifted her head from her book. Her trashy romance novels always got her worked up but this time she was feeling especially horny. She bit her lip and looked anxiously out through the glass walls of the greenhouse; suddenly nervous that someone might have witnessed her fondling herself. About her, Dr. Masterson’s garden was peaceful and serene. None of the surrounding houses were tall enough to look down into the greenhouse and the high hedge protruding above the cedar fence encircling the yard was far too dense to see through. Emily could not be seen in here. She took a deep breath, sniffing in that wonderful smell of the big purple flowers, and stretched in the warm sunlight. It began to feel stuffy to her and she was getting a little overheated. She was feeling just so wicked and erotically charged.
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