The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... my side, down between my legs. With almost expert confidence, she found my clit, two fingers rubbing circles around it. They lit a spark, fanned it into a flame, and in seconds I was shaking as I fought to hold back my climax.

My pussy squeezed tight round Roberto's cock, trying to pull him deeper inside me. He gave a loud moan and when his head passed my entrance again it felt bigger, swollen, that familiar experience of a man about to release.

I exploded in sensations, and I felt Roberto explode inside me too. Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure through me, from my arse along my stomach to my nipples and the base of my skull, wave after wave turning into ripple after ripple until my body was limp, my knees were trembling, and I realised it was Rosa's hands, not the tree, supporting me.

Roberto's motions slowed, and I felt an emptiness as he pulled out. Rosa helped me down onto the grass and stroked my hair as I recovered. My body twitched once, twice, involuntary spasms that filled me with memories of pleasure.

Roberto was still standing. He looked lost, and a bit silly, with his cock dangling before him. It was still half swollen, and I wondered whether Rosa was interested.

But she was pulling the robe from her shoulders to wrap around mine. I struggled to my feet and pulled it over my arms. Roberto's eyes followed our every motion.

"Wine," I managed to say, and Rosa nodded. She began to lead me to the patio.

After two steps I stopped her, and turned back to Roberto.

"You still have about twenty minutes left to work," I told him. The tremble in my voice was as easy to hide now as the tremble in my knees. "Make sure you finish the weeding."

Giggling, our heads together like a pair of schoolgirls, Rosa and I walked away and left him behind. A minute later we were settled on the loungers, sipping wine and watching the half-naked form of Roberto's sweat-covered body.

(Thanks to Devinter for his input and encouragement.)