The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... too. Wondered how it would feel to be there, to be in her position. Casually stripping naked, in the open air, before a stranger.

Rosa straightened up and dropped the shorts on the ground. All she was wearing were her high-heeled sandals.

I explored her body through the binoculars, admiring the brown skin of her legs, the plumpness of her thighs, the soft curve of her belly and the swell of her breasts. When I reached her face, I saw that her lips were parted and shiny, as if she'd just licked them. Her eyes were like two smouldering coals.

She glanced my way, and for an instant it was as if we were face to face. Her lips smiled, then she turned back to Roberto. "Do you like what you see? Do you want to fuck me?"

I did. I wanted to run my hands over her naked body, stroke her soft skin, kiss her lips. Feel her warmth press against me, feel Roberto press against me from behind, feel that hard cock between my thighs...

Careful not to lose sight of their naked bodies, I used my free hand to unbutton my trousers and pull them open. Beneath I was wearing a lace jockey. Not new, but nowhere nearly as tatty as last week's.

My bush wasn't a bush anymore either. Like Roberto pruning my garden, I'd carefully trimmed the hairs down to something more manageable, more sightly. They no longer escaped from the sides of my knickers, but stayed obediently within their borders.

A thought occurred to me. I focused the binoculars on Rosa's body, below her stomach. ...

... Something trembled inside me when I saw that her black pubes were groomed as neatly as my own. It gave me a sense of connection, as if our matching styles brought us closer together.

My view was blocked as Roberto stepped forward again. His cock pressed against Rosa's stomach, and she reached down to grasp it. "It's hot," she whispered, either for his benefit or for mine.

His hand went between her thighs and she gasped. "Do you feel how wet I am?"

My fingers were in my jockey, sliding down between my legs to feel my own wetness. "Me too," I whispered back. My clit was hard, like a button, eager to be pushed. Eager for my fingers.

Outside, Rosa had let go of Roberto's cock and was guiding him to the apple tree. She leaned her naked back against it and pressed his shoulders until he sank to his knees. "Give me your tongue," she commanded. "Show me what you can do."

Meekly he knelt before her and grasped her arse cheeks with those strong, capable hands. She placed her feet apart and pulled his face against her. Her face turned towards where I was watching. "Do it!"

Roberto's fingers squeezed at her flesh as his jaw began to work. He must have been doing something right, because Rosa smiled. "Good, good..."

"This is so hot," I murmured. "You're so sexy!" I felt a blush creep across my cheeks at my words, at my boldness.

Her smile spread wider. "Do you like it?"

Roberto's head nodded vigorously.

"Is he making you cum?" I whispered.

Rosa gave a tiny nod. ...