The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... shared a bottle of wine. By unspoken agreement neither of us had mentioned Roberto, or what else had gone on. Instead, we'd talked and laughed like old friends. It had felt good.

Leaving the car out in the drive, I slipped into the house, kicking off my shoes as I went. The wine bottle was in the cooler, cork already drawn, glass on the counter. Upstairs, the binoculars were waiting.

Roberto was in the garden, as Rosa had promised. He wasn't sweaty yet, and he was still wearing his shirt. He didn't seem to be doing much work, though. A few snips at the rosebush. Plucking a weed. Mostly he had his eye on the guesthouse.

Rosa noticed it too. "Come on, work up a sweat!" Her voice was like a lover's kiss in my ear. "Tina isn't paying you for nothing."

I couldn't contain a laugh. "You didn't mind distracting him from his work last week."

"All for your benefit, mami, and you know it. And he was working hard then. Not like today."

I giggled and sipped my wine. "Maybe we should go and have a word with him. Tell him off." There was a moment's silence, then Rosa spoke. "Give him a moment. Maybe he'll develop a conscience and get to work."

I decided to remove my bra while we waited. It was difficult, and in the end I just took off my blouse, tossed aside the bra and pulled the blouse back on. I only did up a few of the buttons, and didn't bother to tuck it into my skirt. My tights followed. They'd only get in the way, and I liked the feel of air gliding along my ...

... thighs and up my skirt.

When I was done, Roberto still wasn't sweaty. I felt let down. After a week of anticipating, of wondering how today was going to play out, it left me feeling hollow. The emptiness that had been a constant companion for so long, that I thought I'd evicted these past few weeks, reared its pale head.

"Go and tell him off!" Rosa's voice insisted in my ear.

"What?" Even though I'd suggested it a few minutes earlier, I couldn't picture myself doing it. "No, you go!"

"I can't. If I go, he'll want to fuck me."

"And what's wrong with that?" I felt the emptiness retreating again, driven back by the sense of togetherness. "Don't tell me you don't want him. And I'd like to watch."

"He hasn't earned it today." Rosa's voice was contemptuous. "Expecting me to fuck him just because of last week? No, he's going to have to work for it." Her voice was firm. "Work hard. And you're the boss. Go on, tell him!"

For a moment I hesitated. It wasn't what I'd imagined, but when she phrased it like that... "Boss" was a label I was comfortable with. I took another sip of my wine and put down the binoculars.

"Alright then. I'll tell him to get his arse into gear. Let him get nice and sweaty. And point out that he seemed to have missed some spots last week too."

Rosa gave a hoot of laughter. "Oh no, last week he found all the right spots!"

I fought to keep my face straight as I stepped from the sunroom into the garden. Roberto looked up eagerly before ...