Into Liana's Secret Garden


It was the El Nino season and I was riding my wheel in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my acquaintance's house a few miles away from where I lived. I was going to gather a book he'd promised to impart me. We were both out of high schooling a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the area where my admirer lived, having spent a few years there myself, so I knew which streets had large overhanging tree that offered sporadic shelter. A short-change distance before turning into one such street, I rose off the saddle and stood high on the pedal without pedaling, letting the bike's unaided propulsion take away me slowly round the bend. I guess I was still a little boyish at 18. For some unknown reason as I turned into the street I looked sideways at a little flat tire, dreary and white-livered home. My eyes looked straight through an clear window and onto the sight of a woman lying on a sofa with one hand holding up a book and the early hand between her spread legs. I nearly fell, but managed to regain proportion and continue riding. About four houses away I turned around my wheel and headed back up the street on the Saami incline at a very slow pace.

There it was again, the titillating mass of a adult female fingering herself while reading a book of account. How she was lying she would have had to turn her foreland around to notice me. I stopped the bike and peered in, my penis already swelling. I decided to put my wheel on its stand and go into the chiliad for a better look. But then I quickly summed up the situation and realized that was not the best of available options ; for one, a neighbor from the face-to-face sign of the zodiac could very well be looking out and trip up me peering into the house and call the cops. Also, why settle for a peek when I could knock on the room access and hope she was home alone, which was likely, considering what she was up to, and try to jaw her up and hopefully, she being already turned on would let me in for a quick shag. I was fairly effective looking and well built. I got encouraging looks from erstwhile women all the clip, and had even scored a twain of sentence already since leaving school.

I knocked at the door and stood waiting. The door opened slightly and a John Brown skin Dougla ( admixture of bootleg and due east American-Indian language ) char stood peeping out at me, her eyes slightly red and glassy and her look ruddy. She looked to be in her late-thirties.
"commodity afternoon mam I'm here to see Gavin."I said in a soft nerdy kind of vocalisation. Actually, I was considered by my friends as a nerd, and found it quite promiscuous to represent the region of an innocent young man. I did it all the time, especially with the ladies.
"Who is Gavin ?"she asked looking me up and down in an appraising manner.
"Damn,"I thought,"I have a articulated lorry hard on, I just hope it doesn't turn her off, thinking I'm a raper or something."The nasty old khaki school trousers I was wearing wouldn't do much to veil it, especially since the gabardine T shirt I was wearing because of the passion did not accomplish that far. Her eyes did linger briefly on my mid-section, and I noticed the nimble blush.
"Gavin Loncke,"I said,"we went to school together. He said the firstly house in the offset crossing street joining Duncan Street,"I muttered, looking into her centre, feeling my cock stretching out some more.
"Well no Gavin lives here, I'm dismal son, did he say the first hybrid street if you're coming from the due east or from the west ?"she asked, her posture relaxing a niggling as she pushed the door open a little wider, almost half way.
I scratched my pass and pretended to be trying to remember the instructions. I could now see, with the door opened wider that she was a shapely, slightly plump char, about five seven or eight. She had bombastic sparkling total darkness optic, a longish pointed nose and extensive mouth with entire moist brim ; a Sophia Sophia Loren type of font. Her curly black tomentum was brushed down loosely to her shoulders. An attractive piece, I thought.
"I don't reminiscence mam, maybe be meant coming from the West. How silly of me not to have thought about that,"I murmured, while thinking"this turncock of mine will surely spoil things if it doesn't behave."
The little fucker was swelling up quite a bit. I brought my hands in front my genital organ to try and obliterate the gibbosity. I caught her quick glimpse down.
"It's not your fault, he should induce told you exactly from which end."she said sympathetically.
"Well it sure is a recollective ride to the other end,"I said looking up at the sun.
"Yes, I know darling, and in this heat energy,"she said sweetly.
"wellspring, I'd better be off, sorry to suffer taken you away from whatever you were doing,"I said and saw her bloom and quickly look down.
"Don't worry about that, I wasn't really doing anything much, just reading."
"Would you be so kind as to give me a trash of cold ice water before I move off, I feel very thirsty,"I said.
"Cold ice water after being in this heat, you could get a stroke,"she said laughing softly.
"I do it all the time,"I boasted
"Okay,"she said and turned around. She started to close the door and then changed her judgment. Probably thinking I couldn't possibly be a thief or rapist.

As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing a shortstop thin, white cotton plant dress through which super acid bikini panties could be clearly seen. Her lush ass bounced nicely against the skirt. I'd already noticed that there was no bra under the loose cotton blouse with buttons all the way down the front man, and that she had prospicient nipples on tiny jutting beasts. Thinking about it made my putz rise to the max. She returned with the glass of water and nearly spilled it when she glanced at the monumental hard on I was sporting. She looked away quickly, her face growing red. I took the piddle qualification sure my fingers pressed onto hers.
"Don't drink it too quickly, it's very frigid,"she said. And immediately I knew what I had to do to create a favourable situation.

I put the chalk to my forefront and gulped it down in one go. As I was handing her the field glass I pretended to cough, and then made a choking phone as I gripped my stomach and bent over. Her big middle opened wide and she stepped forward quickly and put a hand on my shoulder. I pretended to be dizzy.
"I warned you"she said,"come, you'd safe come in and sit down for a patch till you catch yourself."She sounded genuinely occupy.

She let me put one hand over her shoulder while she put hers around my waist and led me into the house. I let my hand go all the way over her shoulder and rest on a breast, grazing against the long pap. She led me to a chairwoman and after I'd sat down she went back and closed the door. I bent over bringing my headland to my knees. She came and sat next to me and rubbed my back softly.
"You alright ?"she asked softly.
I nodded in the affirmative and rose up slowly and leaned against her, my shoulder against her breast, enjoying the soft touch. After a piece she shifted away slightly, and asked if I wanted some tea or anything. I said no and looked into her eyes.
"Thanks for helping me mam, you're very kind, I wish there was something I could do to show my appreciation."
"It's alright, you're welcome and you don't have to do anything but sit here for a while until you're fit to ride again."
I looked over to the contrary professorship and saw the Quran opened face down. I was familiar with it ; it was a book about fair sex's sexual fantasies, my babe had a transcript and I sneaked a read. - The Secret Garden.
"Is that the book you were reading ?"
"Yes."
"I've read it."
"Really,"she said, gasping and bringing her hired hand to insure her mouth.
"It's very interesting. We are all sexual animate being. We all have our fantasies,"I said in a nerdy manner.

I got up and went over to the chair and picked up the book. When I turned around and started walking back to her I saw her eyes settle on my very obvious hard on. I looked down at it, and brought my mitt to the front to shyly concealment it.
"I'm sorry about this mam, but you are a very beautiful fair sex ... I think I'd near be going"
"Thank you, and no, you don't have to leave yet ; actually I'm very flatter. Just sit down until you've regained your strength."

I noticed her looking at the clock on the wall for the back clip in about three proceedings. I sat down next to her and thumbed through the book.
"What's your front-runner fantasy ?"I said, surprising her.
"I can't think of anything in particular, maybe I'm old fashioned, I like ordinary poppycock,"she said, without looking at me, then added,"what's yours ?"
I looked down at the floor, feigning shyness."I don't know if I should severalize you, it's a bit unusual, and you might mean it disrespectful."
"I doubt I will, I have an open judgement when it comes to sexual matters, even though I'm not into any really frizzy clobber. I always say ; to each his own,"she said, looking up at the clock.
"You have to go out, or expecting soul ? I can lead now, I feel better."
"No, it's alright ; I always look at the clock regularly at this clock time of the day, thinking about the kids. It's another ninety minutes or so before they get habitation, but I'll still be checking the clock every two or three proceedings, just a drug abuse,"she said, laughing out a bit loud in a somewhat queasy manner.

I was thankful for that bit of vital information. I noticed that the get-go two buttons on her blouse were loosened. I was for sure that the blouse had been fully buttoned when she first came to the door. She bent over and ran her hands down her legs, starting from her knee and remained bent over, examining her neatly painted toe nails with her digit which were also well done. Sitting at the side of her as I was, I was able to get a little down blouse of her bare tits, just the top ; the blouse wasn't open astray enough for me to see the nipples.
"You were going to tell me about your fancy,"she reminded me turning now to reckon me in the eyes steadily.
"Promise me you won't laugh."
"I promise ... cross my heart,"she said, bringing a digit to her chest and making a cross sign. When she made the horizontal stroke her fingers pulled the outdoors blouse to the side a secure way, revealing for a here and now a tempting little prominence of breast ; enough for me to glimpse a drear areola.
"fountainhead, I often imagine situations where I am being seduced by an older charwoman, mostly my mom's friends or women in the neighborhood,"I said, looking down at the storey in a shy manner.
"I know for a fact that you're not alone in that, from what I've heard that is the most common illusion among young men, especially the ace who have not yet enjoyed the body of a woman, nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about,"she said, and from the sound of her voice I knew she was smiling.

I felt her turn to look at me and her cushy bridge player rested on my knee. I rose up from looking down at the storey and took a obliquely glance at her smiling face.
"Have you ever been with a cleaning lady ?"
"No."I said, shaking my head vigorously to emphasize the lie.

Actually I'd started having sex a couple of calendar month ago with a xl year old married lady who lived a few firm away from my habitation and just cobbler's last week, emboldened by my success with the get married peeress, had made a fruitful move on a fifty something widowed Quaker of my mom whom I'd helped habitation with her groceries from the locality supermarket.
"I find that hard to think, because you're a very handsome young man, surely lots of girls and former women too, would welcome your attention, even make a relocation on you,"she said, rubbing my knee gently.
"They do, but somehow, I lack the courage to let them make love how I feel. Don't be fooled by how I'm talking to you so easily, I'm actually quite shy around females. I don't know ; there's something about you that relaxes me."I said, turning to take care her briefly in the eyes.
"I'm flattered ... do you figure any detail scenario ?"she asked, tilting her head and licking her full backtalk as she looked at me, and her hand moved just a little bit up my thigh.
"Not really, I conjure up many different situations, but mostly it's in a house that I happen to be visiting or in my family after the peeress comes to see my mom and finds me alone at menage. Sometimes it is open air, like I'm walk home at dark and meet some lady who is glad to have my party to foreclose her from being mugged, and we would end up doing it in some dark alley or playground, or she just invites me to come plate with her."
"And what do you do when you have these fancy ?"she asked in an anxiously interested vocalism.
"What do you mean ?"
"I mean, do you do something about it ... like masturbate ? She asked, barely whispering the last two words.
"I'm afraid I do, almost every night ... I'm not proud about it, I ..."I let my voice trail off and looked away as if in shame.
"That's cypher to be ashamed of, all boys and men do that ; females too."
"Really"I said naively"women masturbate ... do you ?"
"Yes I do, fairly often too."
"But ... but aren't you married ?"
"Yes, but my married man's job takes him away for long menstruation of time, so when the feeling for sex gets me I would usually please myself."
"Wow, I wouldn't have believed it if you hadn't told me so yourself,"I said looking at her with full, stupefy eyes.

I could see that her nipples had become quite outstanding through the melt off blouse, and her neck and segmentation reddened.
"Let me get you something to fuddle ... a beer maybe, or some vodka ?"
"I don't drink ... some juice or soda if you have,"I said tentatively.

She got up and walked over to a fiddling pith table and bent grass over it, legs spread head as she prepared to lift it up. The scant dame rode up her thighs just enough for me to see her flummox vaginal bump. It was quite plump, and the thin cloth of her scanty was sunk into her cleft in a prime cameltoe. I started to get up with the intention of grabbing it, but just then she straightened up and turned around. Smiling, she brought the little table and placed it near my foundation. I caught her prompt lustful glance at my genitals which was bulging with a monumental hardon.
"For the drinking,"she said and turned and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

She returned two or three moment later with two glass of Ananas comosus succus. I noticed that her blouse was now loosened except for the last button ; I could see her belly and its enticing thick push button. She bent over to handwriting me the crapulence and I got a clear up view of both retentive darkness nipples. I stared at them unashamedly. She sat down future to me, turning sideways as she bent one leg and brought it to remain on the chair, allowing a nice sight of hot crotch.
"Here's to fellow masturbators, may we go forward to please ourselves when the going is rough,"she said, giggling girlishly as she raised her glass of juice, making me inquire if she had taken a slug of vodka while she was in the kitchen.

She took a long sip and then licked her lips provocatively, looking me in the eyes, before starting to giggle again, as if we shared some juicy secret.
"What's your epithet ?"she asked sweetly
"Alan."
"And I am Liana, Alan and Liana, rhymes a bit,"she said, reaching out her hand.

We shook hands as if we had just that second met. I liked the feel of her diffuse fingers and the pissed grip with which they held mine. When we broke the shake she dragged her digit along my palm.
"How old are you Alan ?"she looked at me with a quizzing gaze.
"Eighteen and a bit"I quickly blurted out.
"You look much immature,"she said appearing to be pleased at the revelation.
"I know, people always think I'm younger, it could be a dredge sometimes."I told her truthfully.
"So what about you, what do you opine about when you ... you know ... fool around ?"I asked, pretending to be bashful about the subject.
"You mean when I fuck myself"she burst out laughing heartily.
"Well ... yes."
"I guess you deserve a little peek into my head after you so honestly let me into yours. My preferent adventure is, in a way, a turnabout of yours. In it I have this little garden, and I'm sitting in it naked, thinking that I'm alone in there, when suddenly I see this overnice much youthful man appear and says he'd like to expend some clip in my beautiful garden and look at my blossom for a while. I invite him to touch and smell out my flush ... and one matter leads to another,"she finished, laughing.
She took up her glass, put it to her sassing and drained it while looking steadily at me. She leaned over and put the glass down on top of the tabular array, in the process raising the leg on the chair up and spreading the other one blanket. My eyes bulged at the crotch bulge and I followed suit in finishing my drink. My shaft was bone hard in my trousers.
"I like you ... your purity ... your honesty."she said, smiling, then added"and your reaction to me."looking directly, with ungoverned lust at my massive boner.
"I like you too, everything about you,"I replied, looking at her exposed crotch.
"semen, let me picture you my garden,"she said, getting up quickly and taking clutches of my handwriting, pulled me up.

I followed her, marveling at the bouncing ass and the promise it held. There was a stain on the seat of the skirt, suggesting that her pussy was wet. She led me to a bedchamber, opened the door and standing in the threshold told me to infix. I made sure my shoulder brushed her prominent fiddling tit with its hard nipple and the back of my deal rubbed against her soft belly.
"Go to the window and look at the garden,"she said as she closed the door behind us.

I walked to the window and looked out, and indeed there was a nice lilliputian garden at the English of the sign of the zodiac with healthy looking bright colored plants and peak, in spite of the drought circumstance prevailing.
"Your garden is nice,"I said after looking at it for a minute or two.
"I have a much nicer one,"I heard her say behind me.
"Really, you have another one ?"I asked, turning around.

She was standing there completely naked ; the apparel she'd been wearing bundled at her groundwork on the trading floor. Her clean chocolate cutis glistened. Her deal were at her genital organ, the finger gliding through a massive but nicely shaped thick clump of black George W. Bush. She gently pulled at the long hair's-breadth then parted the overgrowth to display a fat clod of fair sex. She pulled the back talk apart revealing bright red, almost purpleness, glistening flesh. Her paw came up and her fingerbreadth latched onto the tenacious wickedness mamilla pulling them out. She poked out her knife at me seductively and flashed a repellant smile.
"Isn't this a much nicer garden ?"she asked, lowering one hand and cupping her slit.

I shook my promontory in correspondence, feeling my pinna and neck grow hot as I watched her turn around to uncover her shapely back that led into a thick, Pyrus communis shaped, slightly dimpled ass with a few reach marks at the side. The cheeks were really full and jiggled delightfully as she gave her body a little shake, looking over her berm at me. She bent right over, running her paw down her thigh and legs, bringing them to remain on her shins. Her legs were slightly parted, enough for me to see the lump of black fur covered mount of Venus. She rolled her ass slowly, looking at me from between her gap legs with big wet hungry Negro eyes. She straightened up and turned around.
"issue off your clothes and come here."she commanded softly.

I wasted no time ; I was out of my clothes in a jiffy and headed for her, my hard cock leading the way. I stood in front man of her, my nakedness introducing itself to hers. She looked down at my cock with a repellant smile.
"wrench it down and let it spring up back and hit your belly."
I did as she ordered, repeating it twice at her bidding. She looked at it with obvious pleasure.
"Would you like to number into my garden Whitney Moore Young Jr. man ? Would you like to touch the peak and sense them ?"
I nodded in the affirmative. She stepped penny-pinching to me, signaling me to get on my knees. I quickly obeyed and she pressed her privates into my boldness. I brought up my handwriting and grabbed her ass cheeks pulling her harder against my red hot unforced expression. I inhaled deeply the musk of her dewy pussycat and felt my nose get wet as it pressed against the indulgent pulsing sass. The hairsbreadth tickled my nose cakehole and I stuck out my glossa and licked through them to the burden swelling. I managed to get my pressing clapper through the musky growth and into the cleft. I brought my handwriting to the black mass and parted it, pulling the thick swollen backtalk apart. My tongue tasted her slightly salty muck as it made its way into her quivering flesh. Her dead body jerked a few times, and she grabbed my brain tightly as she rubbed and rolled her pussycat on my oral cavity. Suddenly she started jerking wildly as her wetness increased, washing my oral fissure and nose and chin.

When she was done Cumming she reached down and grabbing handgrip of my cock tightly, pulled me up. She then got onto her knees and began licking all over my cock and formal. She sucked hungrily on my balls, causing a sweet but almost unbearable pain. In spite of the pleasure I was glad when she released them and turned her care to my saccade cock, taking it recondite into her hot watery oral cavity. She took it as far down into her throat as it would go, and gagged on it as her spit flowed freely all over it. She choked, gargled and came up for air.
"What a overnice stiff, young cock. Come let's get on the bed."

She leapt onto the bed and lay on her back with legs spread wide and off the bed, set at the articulatio genus. I got between her thigs and felt her anxious hand grab my cock and manoeuvre it to her uterus door. She shook the cock and knocked at the door a few time before forcing it in with my assist as I pushed forward. She growled loudly and shake off her read/write head from incline to side as I bored into her gushy softness. She jerked upwards helping me to sink into her depth, and somehow managed with her branch off the bed to roll her ass under and against me. She dancing and me pounding, we sweated and grunted and hissed and growled like enraged lunatics. She brought her leg to my shoulders and urged me to conjure them down to her chest.
"Drill me rich,"she spat, almost angrily. And I obeyed.

I pounded her hard as she mumbled unintelligibly and tried to do her petty ass rolling at the Same time as difficult a status as she was in. she was a plot fucker, wanting to please as much as she was being pleased. I looked down at her reddened boldness. She was biting into her ass lip hard, a painful grimace on her face. She rolled onto her face taking me with her without disentangling. On her position she raised a leg high so I could slip around to the back of her. In that situation as she held her leg up with one hand, I slammed into her, feeling her ass jiggle against my groin with each intemperately driving force. I pounded her like my liveliness depended on it, listening to her heavy heaving and casual growl. Suddenly, I felt the fire run along my taper and extend to the dynamite. She, sensing the impendent explosion, pulled away and quickly spinning around took me into her mouth the moment the kickoff jet of cum flew out of my trembling dead body. She clamped down hard just below the enflamed cock head word as I spurted deep into her pharynx. She began to gag but managed to wield suction and insight. I felt her swallowing.

When she had downed all my thick waters I expected her to publish my shaft, but she didn't, she continued to nurse on it keeping me heavy. She soon straddled me and holding my cock straight up, put it to her dripping entrance and sat down hard, sending it deep up into her. Leaning forward she gripped my articulatio humeri and after hugging my face with her spongy yet firmly second joint, she started her lustful, dancing drive. I tried to match her, thrusting upward and grinding and rolling in unison with. Her sweat was falling onto me like it was coming from a leaking tap as she bounced and rolled and jerked. She rode me for about half an hour before I felt the familiar build up and her sudden vastly increased pace. I tried to guard back for her but to no avail, I came with an uncorrectable rush. And just as I started to shoot into her I felt her body stiffen and then she was bucking wildly as her orgasm took over. I finished before her and quickly pulling away, slid down and brought her kitty to my mouth allowing her to end up off her turmoil on my face. She seemed to relish that and roared her approval.
"Yaaaayesss,"she shouted.
When she was finished she rolled onto her vertebral column and I brought my mouth to her chest and took an stallion bosom all the way it and sucked on it for about five minutes as she rubbed my stopping point cropped school principal with one hand and massaged my flaccid cock and testis with the other hand.
"shtup ... you're good. You sure this is your showtime clock time ?"
"Yes it is,"I lied smoothly
"Damn, at thirty eight I just fucked my first virgin ... and it was so proficient ... thanks baby, I'm glad your first was a number 1 for me also ... I'm so happy."
She kissed me longsighted and grueling, searching my sass with an eager tongue.
"The tiddler will be home soon. foretell you'll come back tomorrow and sleep with me again ... come in the morning at about nine, I want to have a nice long day with you."
"I'll be here, I promise. ”