The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... would Roberto think if he saw me like this? It made me feel old and dowdy. Then I gave an inward laugh.A gardener is just what I need down there.

My stomach was still smooth and feminine, though. I knew my arse was a good shape, thanks to the office gym. And my breasts were firm under my sweater.Give me ten minutes and he'd be drooling at the sight of me. It was a comforting thought, and a slightly intoxicating one.

Feeling naughty I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my knickers. The elastic wasn't as tight as it should be. Definitely time to throw them out.

The thick curls felt strange beneath my fingers. Besides that period at uni when I wanted to save the planet I'd always kept everything neat and trimmed. Not shaved, except once for a boyfriend who'd nagged me. I decided I was fonder of my pubes than of him.

It took a bit of digging, finding my way between material and flesh and getting the hairs out of the way, but then I felt my slickness. I was surprised by how wet I was. My finger pressed against my entrance.

In my ear I heard Rosa give a gasp, then another. She wasn't just rubbing herself while she watched, I realised. She was going for it.

A second finger joined the first. I felt my arousal coat my fingertips, and I rubbed it along my slit. I avoided my pearl for now. Somehow I felt that would be crossing a line. Like I was committing to pursuing my orgasm.

For now, I could tell myself I was just teasing.

Rosa didn't seem to have that ...

... reservation. Her breathing was heavy in my ear. "Yes, yes," she was murmuring. "Puta de madre, I'm going to make you enjoy me." This was followed by a soft moan.

Outside Roberto had kneeled down and was bending forward. He was doing something with the roots of the honeysuckle, I thought, but mostly I was interested in how the late afternoon sun was making the sweat gleam on his back.

It felt like an age since I'd felt the sun on my skin, let its warmth seep inside me and soften the knotted muscles. My excuse for drinking wine as soon as I arrived home was to relax, but it hadn't really helped. Even now, I could feel in my entrance how tense I was.

Gently I ran my fingers round in a circle, as if I was a massage therapist working away at a client's stressed muscles. The idea helped to distract me from what was really happening.

"A young boy like that," Rosa whispered between gasps, "he could go all night. Fill me every way I wanted, and come back for more."

The idea was interesting, and I gave it some consideration.Tease him with my mouth, I thought,until he's twitching, until he's ready to burst. Let him swell, so big his cock stretches my mouth as far as it goes.

I put the binoculars down to drain what was left of my wine. Putting them back to my eyes, I ran the tart liquid around my mouth, swirling it around and remembering what it felt like to pleasure a cock.

Rosa's breath was ragged now, interspersed with moans and grunts. "Si, si... yes, give it to ...