The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... could handle us both."

As soon as the words left my mouth I was astonished at myself. Besides my girlfriends at school and uni, I'd never really talked about sex to anyone I wasn't fucking. Rosa was less inhibited, but I'd always let her carry the conversation.

Is it the wine? I wasn't feeling lightheaded, not from the few sips I'd had.Maybe I just don't care anymore. Maybe that's it.

Whatever it was, now that I'd begun I found myself almost eager to continue. "Do you think he's experienced?"

I heard Rosa scoff in my ear. "Looking like that? He'll have been on every father's watchlist for the past half-dozen years."

"And most of the mums too," I whispered back, and was rewarded with a laugh from Rosa.

"No kidding! I bet he's had plenty of experience with women our age." I was flattered that Rosa put me in her own age bracket. The fact was that she was in her late twenties, and for me that was almost a dozen years ago. It felt like a lifetime.

Outside Roberto was reaching up to tie back the wisteria. Rosa's sigh came through my bud. "I like it when he bends over, but this stretching is nice too."

I agreed. The sight reminded me of the joy of running my fingers over a lover's back. Feeling the muscles play under his skin, savouring the heat that radiated up through my fingertips, listening to his gasps as the nerve endings came alive under my touch...

A faint moan brought me back to the present. For a second I thought perhaps it had been me, but ...

... then I heard it again, coming through the bud in my ear. "Rosa?" I asked. "Are you playing with yourself?"

She didn't reply immediately, but a grunt on the other end of the line told me enough. "Not going to lie," she whispered after a moment. "I'm thinking about licking his chest. Biting his nipples. Rubbing my face in those hairs."

I almost choked on my wine. Even knowing Rosa, knowing her sexual confidence, it was a shock to find out she was masturbating. Right in my ear, as it were. It was exhilarating too.

My body was responding. Not just from the sight of Roberto, or from hearing Rosa's whispered gasps in my ear. The excitement went deeper. It was as if I was entering into the world of sex for the first time.

In a sense I was. It had been months. Nearly a year. I'd retreated into my mind and forgotten about my body and its needs.

In an impulse I set aside my glass and unbuttoned my trousers. As I pulled them down and kicked them from my ankles I wondered,Trousers and sweater. When did I start dressing like a man?

The movement set my boobs swinging against my sweater. For a second I could imagine the material was Roberto's calloused fingers brushing my nipples.

A glance down almost made me blush. I hadn't given up on looking after myself, but my knickers had seen better days, and my bush was bushier than it used to be. I could see the dark mass pressing against the thin material and peeking out along the sides.

A thought flashed across my mind.What ...