Steamy Dreams
Aurora was sitting on a bench in a secluded part of the garden, watching the fountain, half-asleep.
One of the younger gardeners walked into the small clearing, saw Aurora, and smiled. “Rora.”
She turned. “Hello Tren.”
He sat down beside her, looking her up and down. She was wearing a soft, thin gauze dress in pale blue. It was obvious, from the slight breeze, and the light of the sun, that she wasn’t wearing much under it. He could just see the shadows of her darker pink nipples straining against the fabric. Smiling, he slid closer to her. “That’s a lovely dress.”