Jaded Temptations / Hot Shorts
Lust Blooms
An erotic short story...
Janet finds great satisfaction and pleasure in working on the secret garden she found abandoned on the rooftop of her apartment building. When a mysterious, exotic plant she revived wants to express its gratitude, both it and a sexy, voyeuristic neighbor join forces to take that satisfaction and pleasure to a shockingly new, erotic level.
Genre: Paranormal Erotica/ Supernatural bondage/Exhibition/Voyuerism
Length: Approx. 6,170 words
A MICHAEL JADE Book
Copyright © 2011 by Michael Jade Smashwords Edition
First E-book Publication: January 2012
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Lust Blooms
Janet reached behind her neck to tie the black bikini top that barely held her full breasts in check. She turned slightly in the mirror to admire herself. Despite being in her late thirties and having raised a son, she felt she had weathered the “mom years” rather well. After tying off the neck straps of her bikini top, Janet let her long, blonde hair fall back to frame her face. She turned again and regarded her lower half in the bathroom mirror. Her hips and ass had a nice round fullness that wouldn’t get her on the cover of any fitness magazines, but garnered her more than her fair share of second looks when she was out and about. Janet wrapped a sheer sarong around her waist to cover up the bottom half of her suit and beamed at her reflection. She was looking forward to today.
“Better than mortal man deserves!” she declared with a wink in the mirror.
Mitch had gone into the office for some Saturday emergency meeting, which left her free to enjoy her new favorite hobby. Her smile widened as she slipped on a pair of sandals and glanced around for her tote and sunglasses. She and her husband had moved into the Victory Arms Apartments recently, after his company offered him a position in their newest division. The change came complete with a lot more hours to keep Mitch out of the house, and since their only son, Teddy, was already off at college, Janet had suddenly found herself with a whole lot of free time. Luckily, she’d soon found something to help fill it.
The week they moved in, she had been exploring the building when she’d discovered a door leading up to the roof. There, she had found the overgrown and long-dead remains of an abandoned garden. Where others would have seen nothing but unsightly dead weeds, she had seen enchanting promise. A secret garden, just like in a storybook.
Every chance she got, she slipped away to the rooftop garden, slowly and painstakingly restoring it to a former glory. Janet had hauled, replanted, and watered until at last she’d been ready to replace the rusted aluminum lounge chair. Now, the rooftop garden was a private haven where she could sun herself and read amongst thriving plants and flowers.
The day was quite warm, and Janet poured a tall glass of iced tea before grabbing her tote and heading up to the garden. She stopped beside the lounge chair, turning her face upward with a smile to bask in the late morning sun. She set her glass on the small, redwood side table that flanked the lounger and then grabbed the hose. While she watered, she turned an appraising gardener’s eye on each and every plant she had lovingly nurtured. When she moved to the one remaining casualty from the garden’s former days, however, she stopped with a gasp.
She should have dug up the brittle husk of a plant along with the rest of the dead foliage when she’d started cleanup duty. Some odd impulse stopped her, however, from pulling out the withered vines in this particular planter box. Instead, she left it and watered the remains, all of which were thoroughly desiccated from tip to root, daily. Nothing had ever happened, of course. Not until now.
Had she truly not been paying attention, or had the scraggly brown vines with curled-up leaves undergone a miraculous transformation overnight? The vine stalks had deepened in color to a rich green. New stems and offshoots had sprouted everywhere along the lengths, several of which were dotted with large, bright pink flowers in various stages of bloom.
“Well!” she said aloud, because she always talked to the plants. She’d read that plants liked it. That’s what her life had become, talking to plants alone on a rooftop.
“Look at you,” she went on, cocking her head to study the leaves and flowers, running it through her limited mental catalog. “What kind of plant are you? I can’t tell.” She’d never seen anything like it before. Whatever it was, it certainly grew fast.
“I wonder if you smell as pretty as you look,” she added, bending over the vines.
Janet inhaled deeply, and her senses were all but impaled by a myriad of pleasant scents. A mix of something like sweet jasmine and lavender mingled with other exotic notes produced a heady enough bouquet to burn her nostrils—in a most pleasant way. Whatever the strange plant was, she was delighted it had come back so strong and healthy.
Janet found herself inhaling again and again, indulging the unique scent. It was addicting. Intoxicating, even. Soon, Janet felt a bit lightheaded from all the heavy breathing, so she stepped back with a grin and regarded the odd plant. “Heavenly,” she said at last. “Welcome back.”
She finished watering and decided to move her chair closer to the newly-revived plant, where she could enjoy the beautiful flowers and enticing aroma while she soaked up some sun. By the time she was situated, the sun was high in the midday sky and her head felt a little fuzzy. Chalking the latter up to the former, she took a deep drink of her tea and pulled a bottle of suntan lotion from her tote.
Janet squeezed creamy white lotion into her palm and began smoothing it over her bare legs, where the slit in her sarong parted and displayed her recent tan. As she sat there contentedly massaging her skin, a bright glint of reflected sunlight caught her eye. She glanced up to a sight she’d never noticed when the lounge chair had been in its former spot—she was in full view of the apartment building across from hers. More important, someone was taking advantage of that view.
Her eyes widened behind her sunglasses when she spotted someone watching. As quickly as she’d seen him, however, the parted curtains fell hastily closed, and he vanished. She frowned for a moment. It had been a him, hadn’t it? A young man with binoculars, staring at her.
A little tingle shot through her at the thought. Had she been watched other times when she’d laid out here in her skimpy bathing suit? She glanced at the spot where the lounger had been, then back at the other building. Most of her body would have been in view from that window’s vantage point. Good thing she didn’t tan naked.
She giggled like a giddy teenager, but then clamped her lips together. Her first instinct upon learning her privacy had been invaded should have been to cover up and retreat. At the very least she should feel angry, violated. Today, however, she felt dizzy and oddly frisky. The thought of a hot young buck giving himself an eyeful of Janet in the garden was, well, rather appealing. Exciting.