Going back to work at such late hours would have been an unpleasant affair for most people. Especially after such a drab evening. Mary had spent her few precious hours alone doing her laundry, getting groceries, doing the kind of necessities that you didn't quite regret but that also woke the wish to just lie down in your bed and let your thoughts rest. But rest didn't come. Instead Mary remembered that she had forgotten to take care of the plants in her lab.
Mary loved her small botanical experiments, they needed care and tenderness. More than most people would find appropriate. She couldn't just leave them unattended. If you neglected them it would show and tomorrow was her big day. If she would succeeded, she would have made it. She jumped out of bed, grabbed her car keys and drove to the lab.
"Hello Boys", Mary said, "Sorry I forgot about you today." In the beginning she had always felt a bit foolish when she had talked to her fosterlings. But by now it had become common to her. She went over to the backside of the room where large plants wound around wooden beams. She felt them up, to determine their health - and to rouse them. She slid her hands up and down the long tendrils and they responded with blue glowing throb that transported liquid to their tops, where they terminated in thick knotty buds.Then she knelt down and started to caress a small bud that growing in the earth between the other tendrils. "Hello
small one" she said. "I'm here to take care of you."
Mary got down on her knees and gave the small bud a kiss. It responded with a weak pulse. She started to gently rub its tip. "Here you go, nice and slow." The plant pulsated and slowly filled with liquid. The pylsation got quicker fast and moreuncontrolled and suddenly the plant erupted in a small outburst of green liquid. Mary sighed, a hint of humor on hear breath. "Always the quick one, aren't you? But don't worry, the others will take care of me."
She put her hands under her pajama pants and felt the middle of her crotch. She had already felt her wetness seeping into the fabric, when she drove to the lab. By now she was soaking. She made sure to rub a good amount of her juices unto her hand, then gently massaged the
small plant in front of her. Tenderly at first she increased the pressure little by little, tending to to the plant with a slowly growing vigour, the plant responded to her touch and Mary was aroused by the reaction. The life in the thickening tendril, the juice leaking from its tips. She started kissing the bud at its end. Gently first, as she had done with the small plant, then becoming more passionate. Her tongue slowly revolving around the pulsating tip, her lips caressing the shaft.
She started to feel up herself with one hand. Her belly, her breasts, her legs. The fine hair on her skin bristling with anticipation. A thin coat of sweat forming on her skin. She could smell her own arousal.
