In Your Secret Garden

She was drawn to him like a magnet, and he caught her in his tanned arms. She allowed herself to be put down gently on the warm rocks. The rays of the sun tasted her skin, tickled the little hairs on her naked legs.
“I see there’s need for some trimming here as well,” he said softly as he stroked her calves with one of his fingertips. She felt the hard bedrock under her body. It made a pleasurable contrast to his gentle touch. She returned with a bowl of water, a bottle of shaving cream and a razor.
“The large areas are the most important. Must let the light in,” he said, and began to lather her left calf.

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