




I felt tired. Coming to the city always overwelms me. I entered this little park behind the exibition hall. I take my shoes off and walk on a lawn sprincled with daisies. “Do you mind if I join you” I hear behind my back. “I am from the expo, you know Husqvarna. I came from New Zealand…” I look at him. His hands are worth mentioning. I love hands, my mind going away from the conversation. “No I don’t know” I say still thinking of his hands massaging my stiff neck. “You don’t know Husqvarna?!? They are Swedish company, I thought you were local?” He continues… We walk in silence for a moment, our bare feet on the soft grass, daisies between our toes. “Can you do me a favour, Mr Lawn Mower from New Zealand” I ask. “. Could you massage my neck for a while”… I take the straps of my glittering top slowly looking him in the eyes… “ And I will do you a favour afterwards” my eyes sliding down towards his leather belt…. “Humm..” he blushes charmingly. “I could try” 🌸Thank you for reading my stories 🌸 Enjoy yourself and tip me 🌸 Shade.