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Lynn sat inside the pick-up truck, watching the men as they worked in the orange groves. Most of them had their shirts off, the sun glistening on their muscles.
Her tits strained against the man’s shirt she wore, her nipples tingling. Her dark eyes held a smoldering expression. Her long legs, encased in tight jeans, felt a weakness and her cunt was bubbling.
It was always like this when she watched them working, the scent of oranges filling her nostrils. The smell of orange blossoms, the fresh fruit, had a heady effect upon her erotic emotions. Lynn didn’t understand it, she just enjoyed it.
She had inherited the orange grove when her husband passed away two years ago. When they married, he had brought her to this orange ranch right out of the city, and the lovely scents had affected her almost immediately.
For the past year, Lynn had been driving into the grove daily, watching the men work. She was the boss lady so none of the workers ever approached her. Lynn wasn’t sure if she would have accepted a pass from any of them but the possibility was always there.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.