The Walled Garden - Sex Stories

The Walled Garden

... mama!" Suddenly she gave a choked gasp, then a grunt, followed by a whispered wail.

She just came! Right in my ear, she came in my ear!

One finger was buried deep inside me, I realised, working in and out like a tiny cock. Roberto had risen to his feet and was gazing up at the honeysuckle. I wondered how much time was left of his hour.

In my ear Rosa gave a laugh. "That was good," she whispered. "Ah, I needed that!"

"You sounded like you were enjoying yourself," I said. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to sound sensual or sarcastic. In the end it probably came out neutral.

"I was," she replied. "How about you?"

"Still enjoying the view." It was true. Roberto was gathering his tools, and through the binoculars I watched the play of his muscles every time he moved.

"I'm going out for a drink," Rosa said. There was still a breathless edge to her voice, but her tone was matter-of-fact. "Want to join me?"

A sudden panic seized me.I can't face her now! I thought.I just heard her orgasm. And I had my finger inside myself, and it turned me on!

My mind raced.Would it be so bad, though? She didn't seem to mind. It could be exciting...

For a second that seemed to last an hour I hesitated. Then I replied. "I promised myself a soak in the tub. How about some other time?"

Part of me hated myself as I removed the bud from my ear.

II.

"Tina!" It was Rosa's voice coming through my car's speakers. "He's here again!"

A week had passed, and I was driving ...

... home from work. A strange week. At times I'd felt detached from reality, while at others I felt more alive, more present than I ever had before.

The days had dragged by, second by second, and yet all of a sudden it was Friday, and here we were again.

"Nearly home," I replied. It was still home for Rosa as well. I'd never had the talk I'd meant to have with her. In fact, I'd been avoiding her. I was afraid to be face-to-face with her, afraid of how I'd react. Afraid of how things had changed. Afraid of how much I wanted to see her. A few minutes later I was in the back room again, glass of wine standing by, binoculars in my hand. My boobs were swinging free in my blouse, rubbing against the rough silk and sending shivers down my spine to settle between my legs.

I'd been waiting for this, I realised. More than I'd dared to admit to myself.

"I'm here," I whispered.Why am I whispering? Roberto can't hear me. Still, it felt right.

Rosa chuckled in my ear. "Nice and early. He's only just begun."

No kidding. He was in the same shorts, but he was wearing a T-shirt as well. Part of me was disappointed, but another part liked to see how the thin material clung to his body.

A sip of wine. The same tartness on my tongue. It reminded me of last week's fantasies. After our phone call I'd run myself a bath and luxuriated in the scented steam, rubbing oil into my body.

I'd replayed the events in my mind. My first sight of Roberto, the close-up through the binoculars. ...