The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... second-guess myself I gestured to Roberto's shorts. "Take them off. We're going to fuck now."

His haste was flattering. He almost stumbled as he pulled the material down past his knees and over his feet. When he rose, his cock was pointing at me. Hard, swollen, shiny.

I turned back to the tree and spread my feet. "Put it inside me!" I instructed. Nerves fought with excitement, and lost. Still leaning on the apple tree with one hand, I reached between my legs with the other and ran my fingers along my labia. They were slick with my arousal and Roberto's saliva.

With finger and thumb I pulled them apart. Roberto moved to stand behind me and ran the head of his cock up and down. It sent shivers along my spine again.

Rosa had gone silent, and a moment later I realised why. She was standing beside us, her long black hair loose, her sensual figure covered by a wide robe that she wore over her yoga trousers and top.

Roberto froze, panic and guilt flashing across his face, but Rosa just grasped his shirt and began to pull it over his head. The bronze skin beneath was slick with sweat now, I was pleased to see.

Rosa stroked his chest, then grasped his cock and guided it up and down my pussy. "Are you ready?" she whispered. With her free hand she stroked my back, almost as if she was soothing the nerves out of me.

I smiled up at her. "Put it in!"

I felt Roberto's head press against my entrance, then push its way inside, stretching me, stretching and filling and ...

... thrilling me.

Parts of me deep inside came alive, parts that I'd nearly forgotten existed. I surrendered to the sensation of having a hot cock sliding in and out of me, hearing a man's grunts, feeling his strong hands on my bare arse. Feeling a physical connection to another human being, even if he was a nearly total stranger.Does he even know my name? Does he care?

Rosa knelt down beside me. Her face was close to mine, eyes staring at me. I smiled again. Her presence here with me was comforting. I knew that without her I'd never have done this, and I was grateful to her.

She seemed to sense something of what was going through my mind, because she smiled back, then brought her face even closer and pressed her lips against mine.

Firm and plump and warm, sweet and intoxicating, for a long moment they made me forget about Roberto and his cock. I closed my eyes and let myself feel every inch of my body.

Rosa's lips and tongue. The sun, hot on my back through my blouse. The smooth silk brushing over the sensitive skin of my breasts and nipples. The bark of the apple tree under my palm, smooth and rough like Roberto's hands. The grass tickling my ankles. The slight breeze that caressed my legs like Roberto had a few minutes before.

And the grunts coming from behind me, the hot shaft that was sliding in and out of my pussy like a piston, the head brushing against the nerve endings at my entrance.

Rosa's lips pulled away from mine and I felt her hand slide across ...