The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... forgotten about. Rosa must have heard it as well. "Easy there. I saw him first." There was something of a smirk in her voice.

I dragged the binoculars up to Roberto's face. It was everything Rosa had promised. A slightly pointed chin, full red lips, a straight nose, and a pair of dark eyes filled with a soulful gaze. I watched as he pulled off a glove and brought his hand to his face to brush his hair back. His hand was just as I'd imagined it, but with a long pale scar running along the back, almost to his wrist.

In my ear I heard Rosa hum approvingly. "Can you imagine what it would feel like to have those hands on your body?"

I pictured it in my mind. I had to recall what it was like to have someone else touch me, but then it was easy enough. Calloused fingertips, with a delicate touch, warm and insistent, exploring my skin, seeking out the sensitive areas and lingering there... I needed another sip of wine.

But instead of reaching for the glass, my hand came up to squeeze my nipple through the material of my sweater. A thread of electricity shot down and ended up in my toes.How long has it been, anyway?

But fuck! my body ached for someone's touch. Sex would be good, but so would a massage - a real one, a personal one, from someone who cared about me. It didn't even have to be a very good one, just a pair of warm hands on my shoulders. Or someone's fingertips brushing the naked skin of my arm.

A sense of connection, that was what I was missing. ...

... Surrounded by people all day I was still alone.

Lately I'd been so wrapped up in work that I'd barely even taken time to treat myself properly. It was great that my consultancy firm had just won that big contract, that I was becoming a name in the industry. Someone to be reckoned with.

But sometimes it was hard to remember that my name wasn't "Boss". That there was a Christina beneath the designer sweaters, a human with a human's needs.

In fact, I realised as I gazed at Roberto's lean body, I couldn't remember the last time I'd looked around and really seen anything. I'd scoffed often enough when people talked about mindfulness, and told them that just looking up from their phones would do the trick.

But now I thought I understood what they meant. Experience the moment. Savour it.

Well, I was savouring this moment alright. I imagined how the sweat on Roberto's chest tasted. How his skin would feel under my tongue. How his breath would sound in my ears. How-

"Tina? Are you still there?" There was a note of amusement in Rosa's whispered voice.

"Still here," I murmured back. "Just imagining... Well, you know."

She giggled, sounding like a schoolgirl instead of the grown woman she was. "Don't I just? Poor boy, being molested by two older women and he doesn't even know it!"

Despite myself I found myself grinning along with her. Rosa had always known how to bring me out of the darkness. I raised my glass in a silent toast to her, and took a sip. "He looks like he ...