The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... smells... wonderful."

I was very glad I'd freshened up before I left the office.

I put my hand on his bare thigh - it felt good to feel another person's skin under my fingers - and levered myself up. "What else were you planning?"

He looked up at me, and for an instant I pictured myself as Rosa had been: naked, feet apart, those large, dark eyes gazing up from between my legs, meeting my own between the swell of my breasts as his jaw worked and his tongue probed my entrance...

Then he rose to stand beside me. With one hand pressed gently against my lower back he turned me to the apple tree in the middle of the lawn. "I need to work on the branches. It might take time. The wood can be... hard."

In my ear I heard Rosa hoot with laughter. "Oh, he's a naughty one!"

I moved closer to the tree and ran my hand up the smooth bark, seeking out the spot where Rosa had leaned against it. "I like wood," I said. "I like how it feels so firm to the touch."

Behind me I felt Roberto take a step, then his hands were on my waist and his crotch was pressed against my arse. I pushed back, turning my hips slightly to rub the swelling I felt.

"Yes, chica!" Rosa sounded almost incredulous in my ear. "Show him what you want. Take him, there in the garden. I want to see you do it!"

With both my hands on the trunk, I pushed back more firmly. Roberto's hands slid upwards, beneath my blouse. Their touch on my skin was everything I'd imagined: firm, competent, confident. ...

... There was some callous on his fingertips, but his palms were soft. A moan slipped out from between my lips.

Sooner than I'd hoped, he was grasping my boobs. Warm and gentle, his hands cupped them, his fingers like the bars of a cage that let my nipples peep out. Then he squeezed and pinched the sensitive flesh.

Pleasure and pain flooded through me, so new yet so familiar. I gasped as Roberto squeezed again and leaned forward over my back. His hard wood pressed rhythmically against my arse. I felt the wetness in my jockey.

Taking one hand from the tree, I reached down and pulled my skirt up above my waist. His face was almost beside mine, his breath warm in my ear. In my other, Rosa was whispering words of encouragement. I turned my face towards Roberto's. "Eat me."

He blinked, hesitated. His cock pressed against me again.

"Later," I whispered, grinding back against him. "First, eat me."

There was still reluctance in his eyes, but he obeyed. I felt his warmth leave my back, felt his hands slip away from my boobs so they swung free again. Then his hot breath was sweeping over the bare skin of my arse.

I hooked one thumb under the waistband of my knickers, and felt him do the same on the other side. The lacy material reluctantly came away and Roberto pulled it down over my thighs until I stepped out of it.

He might have been disappointed that I wasn't going to let him fuck me right away, but he didn't shirk his responsibilities. His hands glided up my legs, ...