The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... disappointment masked his face. "He was hoping I was you," I muttered.

"Don't worry, chica, once he sees those boobs of yours he'll be just as happy to see you."

I remembered I wasn't wearing a bra, and my boobs were swaying in my silk blouse with every step I took.

Roberto noticed. The disappointment fled from his face, replaced by a charming smile. His dark eyes flashed at me, and his lips spread to reveal even teeth.

"Roberto, isn't it?" I stopped a few feet from him.

His smile slipped a little at my tone. "Yes?"

"You seem to be behind on your work." I gestured towards the wisteria, where a branch was hanging loose. Inside my blouse, I felt my nipples brush against the silk.

Roberto's eyes lingered on my chest before following my hand to the wisteria. "I was about to start on it."

"Start?" I turned my stern boss gaze on him.

Guilt was written across his face. In my ear I heard Rosa hiss with laughter. "Make him sweat!"

I was about to turn away when I spied something glistening on his forehead.Sweat? Whatever it was, it made me stop. Roberto's eyes fixed on the motion in my blouse again.

Suddenly I felt powerful.I have this boy in my grasp! Not because he was working for me, not because I was an experienced woman and he was a callow boy. But because I was a woman and he was mesmerised by my boobs like a small animal confronted with a snake.

I decided to make it count. "Show me what you're going to do today," I said, stepping towards ...

... him.

He gave a visible gulp. In my ear Rosa was giggling.

"I- I was going to begin with the weeds," he said, gesturing at the borders. "They're coming through fast."

"Show me," I repeated. I was in control. This boy was putty in my hands.

I followed him to the edge of the lawn and knelt down beside him. My skirt was grasping my arse like a pair of giant hands. My boobs were swinging freely in my blouse as Roberto pointed out a green shoot poking up through the soil beside a small stand of lavender. "See?"

I leaned forward, feeling my left boob press against his arm. He glanced round, but I had my eyes fixed on his hands. I remembered how many buttons of my blouse were undone, and leaned forward a little more.

Rosa hissed in my ear. "His eyes are almost inside your blouse. He's all yours, mami. I told you so!"

She had, and I hadn't believed her. Yet here we were, this gorgeous, confident young man who could have smiled and had a million women, and me, a middle-aged woman who hadn't had sex in almost a year.

That was going to change. In that moment I decided I was going to fuck Roberto. There in the walled garden, just like Rosa had.

I moved my weight forward, brushing across Roberto's body, and breathed in deeply. "I love the smell of lavender." My back pressed against his chest. His warmth seeped through the silk of my blouse and sent a shiver tingling down my spine until it nestled between my legs. "Don't you?"

"Yes." His breath stroked my neck. "It ...