“Why are you working in the garden naked?”

“I don’t want to get my clothes dirty.” The gardener shrugged at the man as she continued her work.

The gardener worked in a very large garden with a variety of different plants and flowers. She tends to the roses, as they are her specialty, but also helps maintain the rest of the garden. The gardener tends to the herbs, vegetables, and fruit trees that are planted in the garden. She also helps with the weeding and pruning, making sure that everything is looking healthy and vibrant.

She spends most of her days outside, tending to the plants and enjoying the sun. She loves the smell of fresh air and the feeling of dirt on her hands. The gardener is proud of her work and loves to see how beautiful the garden looks.

But she also loves the feeling of being naked outside. The breeze on her skin, the sun on her body, the feeling of the earth beneath her feet. It’s all so freeing and natural. She’s not ashamed to be naked and enjoys the fact that she can be her true self.

Not many people worked in the garden, and the few who did were always respectful of her nudity. They didn’t judge her or ask questions, which she appreciated. They knew that she was just trying to do her job, and that was all that mattered.

But the man who approached her was a new employee. He’d started working at the garden a few days ago and she’d never spoken to him before. He was always off working in another part of the garden and they never crossed paths. But now, he was standing in front of her, staring at her naked body.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked, standing up from where she was kneeling in the dirt.

She put her hands on her hips, not caring that she was covered in mud and soil. She stood tall and proud, but that was just how she felt, in reality, she was only 5’2.

“So you just work naked?” The man asked, looking her up and down.

“It’s more comfortable,” she replied, shrugging. “Plus, it’s more efficient. I don’t have to worry about getting my clothes dirty or sweating through them.”

“And no one minds?”

“No, everyone’s fine with it. They know it’s my thing, and they respect that. If it bothers you, you can always look away.”

“Well, I don’t want to look away,” he said, his eyes lingering on her body.

“That’s your problem, not mine,” she replied, turning back to her work.

The gardener wasn’t shy, nor was she ashamed of her body. She had a petite frame, small breasts, and a round bottom. She didn’t care if other people found her attractive or not, as long as she was happy with herself.

“So, do you think I should take my clothes off too?” The man asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Go ahead,” she replied, not looking up from her work. “But don’t blame me if you get a sunburn.”

The man took off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. He was muscular, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, exposing his boxer briefs.

The gardener didn’t look up, but she could see the man’s underwear out of the corner of her eye. They were tight and left little to the imagination. The man stepped out of his pants and tossed them aside, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” The man asked, teasingly pulling down his underwear an inch.

“Like I said, do what you want. I’m not gonna stop you.”

The man pulled down his underwear, letting his hard cock spring free. The gardener glanced over, taking in the sight of the man’s erect penis.

“Do you like what you see?” The man asked, stroking himself.

“It’s not bad,” the gardener replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

She stood up and walked over to where the peppers were growing, bending down to check their progress. Her ass was on full display, her pussy visible between her legs as she bent over.

“I’ve got a question,” the man said, walking over to the gardener. “If I fucked you right now, would that be a sexual harassment lawsuit?”

“What?” She looked over her shoulder. “No, of course not. Sex is a natural part of life, and we’re in a garden, after all. Everything here thrives on natural interactions, don’t you think?” She smiled, her tone casual and unbothered.

“So, you wouldn’t mind?” he pressed, curious about her nonchalant attitude.

“Why would I?” She shrugged, turning back to her work. “It’s just another part of life. Like the flowers blooming so the bees can pollinate. It’s all interconnected.”

“What about consent?”

“Animal’s in the wild don’t ask for consent,” she explained. “They just do what they need to do to survive. Besides, we’re all animals here, aren’t we? Why should we be any different?”

“So, it’s okay for me to fuck you right now?”

“If that’s what you feel you need to do,” she said, bent down further to pluck a weed.

The man paused, surprised by her response. He expected resistance, maybe even a slap or an angry retort. Instead, her demeanor remained calm, almost philosophical.

“But ... what about feelings? Respect? Dignity?” he asked, trying to understand her perspective.

She straightened up, brushing dirt off her hands. “Feelings and respect are important, sure. But they don’t always fit neatly into the natural order of things. Out here, it’s about survival, about doing what comes naturally. The flowers don’t worry about dignity when they bloom, and the bees don’t think about respect when they pollinate.”

“So what you’re saying is that when a bee lands on a flower and uses it to pollinate, the flower doesn’t care whether the bee respects it or not.”

“Exactly,” the gardener agreed, smiling. “It’s about natural processes, about nature doing what it needs to do. Sometimes, those processes involve fucking. And that’s okay. That’s part of the natural order of things.”

The man hesitated, struggling with the direction of their conversation.

“So, you’re saying that when it comes to sex, the natural impulses and desires should outweigh societal norms?”

“Yes. In nature, things happen in a raw, instinctual way. It’s not about the flowers or bees having rules, they simply follow their natural drives. And when it comes to human interactions, those instincts are part of who we are. To ignore them would be dishonest and disrespectful to our true selves. It would be like trying to deny a bee its ability to give a flower pollen. It goes against the natural order, the natural design of the universe. We should all be able to act on our primal urges without shame or guilt. Because it’s simply the way things are meant to be.”