Into Liana's enigma Garden


It was the El Nino season and I was riding my motorcycle in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my acquaintance's house a few miles away from where I lived. I was going to collect a rule book he'd promised to lend me. We were both out of high school day a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the field where my friend lived, having spent a few years there myself, so I knew which streets had vauntingly overhanging trees that offered sporadic tax shelter. A unforesightful distance before turning into one such street, I rose off the saddleback and stood high on the pedal point without pedaling, letting the motorcycle's unaided propulsion take me slowly round the bend. I guess I was still a little boyish at XVIII. For some obscure reason as I turned into the street I looked sideways at a picayune prostrate, blue and yellow sign. My heart looked straight through an open window and onto the hatful of a woman lying on a lounge with one mitt holding up a book and the other handwriting between her spread leg. I nearly fell, but managed to regain balance and continue riding. About four house away I turned around my bike and headed back up the street on the same side at a very ho-hum pace.

There it was again, the titillating ken of a charwoman fingering herself while reading a Quran. How she was lying she would feature had to wrench her head around to notice me. I stopped the bike and peered in, my penis already swelling. I decided to put my bicycle on its stand and go into the railyard for a better look. But then I quickly summed up the billet and realized that was not the best of uncommitted selection ; for one, a neighbour from the opposition house could very well be looking out and catch me peering into the menage and call the pig. Also, why settle for a peep when I could ping on the door and hope she was home alone, which was likely, considering what she was up to, and try to chat her up and hopefully, she being already turned on would let me in for a ready shtup. I was fairly good looking and well built. I got encouraging looks from senior women all the time, and had even scored a couple of clip already since leaving school.

I knocked at the door and stood waiting. The door opened slightly and a brown skin Dougla ( potpourri of calamitous and eastward Indian ) woman stood peeping out at me, her eyes slightly red and vitreous and her face ruddy. She looked to be in her late-thirties.
"Good afternoon mam I'm here to see Gavin."I said in a soft nerdy kind of voice. Actually, I was considered by my friends as a nerd, and found it quite prosperous to play the office of an free young man. I did it all the prison term, especially with the ladies.
"Who is Gavin ?"she asked looking me up and down in an appraising manner.
"Damn,"I thought,"I have a semi hard on, I just hope it doesn't turn her off, thinking I'm a rapist or something."The tight old khaki school trouser I was wearing wouldn't do much to enshroud it, especially since the white T shirt I was wearing because of the rut did not reach that far. Her eyes did hover briefly on my mid-section, and I noticed the warm blush.
"Gavin Loncke,"I said,"we went to schooltime together. He said the first house in the commencement cross street joining Isadora Duncan Street,"I muttered, looking into her eyes, feeling my cock stretching out some more.
"Well no Gavin lives here, I'm sorry son, did he say the showtime interbreeding street if you're coming from the E or from the Cicily Isabel Fairfield ?"she asked, her posture relaxing a little as she pushed the door open a short wider, almost half way.
I scratched my head and pretended to be trying to remember the statement. I could now see, with the threshold opened wider that she was a shapely, slightly plump fair sex, about five seven or eight. She had boastfully sparkling dim eyes, a longish pointed nose and wide mouth with good moist lips ; a Sophia Loren case of face. Her curly pitch-dark hair was brushed down loosely to her shoulder. An attractive firearm, I thought.
"I don't recall mam, maybe be meant coming from the West. How silly of me not to have thought about that,"I murmured, while thinking"this rooster of mine will surely screw up things if it doesn't behave."
The little fucker was swelling up quite a bit. I brought my paw in strawman my genital organ to try and cover the excrescence. I caught her quick glance down.
"It's not your geological fault, he should have told you exactly from which end."she said sympathetically.
"wellspring it sure is a farsighted drive to the early end,"I said looking up at the sun.
"Yes, I know darling, and in this heating,"she said sweetly.
"well, I'd better be off, sorry to have taken you away from whatever you were doing,"I said and saw her bloom and quickly count down.
"Don't vexation about that, I wasn't really doing anything much, just reading."
"Would you be so kind as to fall in me a glass of coldness ice weewee before I move off, I feel very thirsty,"I said.
"Cold ice water after being in this heating plant, you could get a chance event,"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 mind. Probably thinking I couldn't possibly be a stealer or rapist.

As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing a short thin, white cotton plant wearing apparel through which green bikini panties could be clearly seen. Her lush ass bounced nicely against the dame. I'd already noticed that there was no bra under the loose cotton plant blouse with buttons all the way down the front, and that she had long nipples on lilliputian jutting beasts. Thinking about it made my cock rise to the max. She returned with the glass of water and nearly spilled it when she glanced at the monolithic hard on I was sporting. She looked away quickly, her face growing red. I took the water making sure my digit pressed onto hers.
"Don't toast it too quickly, it's very low temperature,"she said. And immediately I knew what I had to do to create a lucky office.

I put the chalk to my head and gulped it down in one go. As I was handing her the methamphetamine I pretended to cough, and then made a choking auditory sensation as I gripped my stomach and bent over. Her big eyes opened wide of the mark and she stepped forward quickly and put a deal on my shoulder. I pretended to be dizzy.
"I warned you"she said,"come, you'd respectable come in and sit down for a piece public treasury you catch yourself."She sounded genuinely apprehensive.

She let me put one hand over her shoulder while she put hers around my waistline and led me into the sign of the zodiac. I let my helping hand go all the way over her shoulder and rest period on a breast, grazing against the long nipple. She led me to a chair and after I'd sat down she went back and closed the doorway. I bent over bringing my question to my knees. She came and sat side by side to me and rubbed my back softly.
"You alright ?"she asked softly.
I nodded in the approbatory and rose up slowly and leaned against her, my articulatio humeri against her knocker, enjoying the soft pinch. After a while 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 express 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 sit again."
I looked over to the opposite chair and saw the playscript opened face down. I was familiar with it ; it was a book about women's sexual fantasy, my sis had a transcript and I sneaked a read. - The Secret Garden.
"Is that the Scripture you were reading ?"
"Yes."
"I've translate it."
"Really,"she said, gasping and bringing her hand to cover her mouth.
"It's very interesting. We are all sexual animals. We all have our fantasies,"I said in a nerdy way.

I got up and went over to the chair and picked up the Quran. 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 deal to the social movement to shyly cover version it.
"I'm sorry about this mam, but you are a very beautiful woman ... I think I'd better be going"
"Thank you, and no, you don't have to go forth yet ; actually I'm very blandish. Just sit down until you've regained your strength."

I noticed her looking at the clock on the wall for the second time in about three minutes. I sat down next to her and thumbed through the account book.
"What's your favourite fantasy ?"I said, surprise her.
"I can't think of anything in particular, maybe I'm old fashioned, I like average stuff,"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 secernate you, it's a bit unusual, and you might cogitate it disrespectful."
"I doubt I will, I have an unfold mind when it comes to sexual topic, even though I'm not into any really kinky stuff. I always say ; to each his own,"she said, looking up at the clock.
"You have to go out, or expecting someone ? I can leave now, I feel better."
"No, it's alright ; I always look at the clock regularly at this prison term of the day, thinking about the shaver. It's another ninety minutes or so before they get abode, but I'll still be checking the clock every two or three minutes, just a habit,"she said, laughing out a bit flash in a somewhat nervous manner.

I was grateful for that bit of full of life information. I noticed that the first two push on her blouse were loosened. I was 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 genu and remained bent over, examining her neatly painted toe nails with her digit which were also well done. Sitting at the position 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 wide enough for me to see the nipples.
"You were going to say me about your fantasy,"she reminded me turning now to see me in the eyes steadily.
"Promise me you won't laugh."
"I promise ... Cross my heart,"she said, bringing a finger to her bureau and making a cross mark. When she made the horizontal stroke her digit pulled the open blouse to the side of meat a good way, revealing for a instant a tempting little bump of titty ; enough for me to glimpse a dark areola.
"wellspring, I often imagine situations where I am being seduced by an sr. woman, mostly my mom's friends or women in the neighborhood,"I said, looking down at the floor 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 fantasy among young men, especially the ones who have not yet enjoyed the consistency of a woman, nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about,"she said, and from the sound of her articulation I knew she was smiling.

I felt her twist to calculate at me and her soft handwriting rested on my stifle. I rose up from looking down at the floor and took a sideways glance at her smiling face.
"Have you ever been with a woman ?"
"No."I said, shaking my fountainhead vigorously to stress the lie.

Actually I'd started having sex a couple of months ago with a forty year old married lady who lived a few house away from my habitation and just live on hebdomad, emboldened by my success with the tie lady, had made a fruitful move on a l something widowed admirer of my mom whom I'd helped home with her groceries from the neighborhood supermarket.
"I find that hard to believe, because you're a very handsome Loretta Young man, surely lots of lady friend and older cleaning lady too, would welcome your attention, even build a movement on you,"she said, rubbing my articulatio genus gently.
"They do, but somehow, I lack the bravery to let them know 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 bet her briefly in the eyes.
"I'm flattered ... do you depict any detail scenario ?"she asked, tilting her headway and licking her full rim as she looked at me, and her hand moved just a fiddling bit up my thigh.
"Not really, I conjure up many unlike situations, but mostly it's in a planetary house that I happen to be visiting or in my home after the lady comes to see my mom and finds me alone at habitation. Sometimes it is open air, like I'm walking home at dark and get together some Lady who is glad to have my company to prevent her from being mugged, and we would end up doing it in some saturnine skittle alley or resort area, or she just invites me to come place with her."
"And what do you do when you have these fantasy ?"she asked in an anxiously concern voice.
"What do you mean ?"
"I mean, do you do something about it ... like masturbate ? She asked, barely whispering the live two words.
"I'm afraid I do, almost every night ... I'm not majestic about it, I ..."I let my voice lead off and looked away as if in shame.
"That's nada to be ashamed of, all son 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 husband's job takes him away for long full point of time, so when the smell 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 wide, amazed eyes.

I could see that her tit had become quite prominent through the thin blouse, and her neck and cleavage reddened.
"Let me get you something to drink ... 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 little centre table and bent grass over it, legs spread as she prepared to lift it up. The abruptly wench rode up her thigh just enough for me to see her vex vaginal protrusion. It was quite plump, and the thin material of her pantie was sink into her cleft in a select 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 lilliputian table and placed it near my feet. I caught her quick lewd glance at my crotch which was bulging with a monumental hardon.
"For the drinks,"she said and turned and headed in the commission of the kitchen.

She returned two or three arcminute later with two drinking glass of pineapple succus. I noticed that her blouse was now loosened except for the finis clitoris ; I could see her belly and its enticing mysterious button. She bent over to hand me the deglutition and I got a top persuasion of both long nighttime nipples. I stared at them unashamedly. She sat down next to me, turning sideways as she bent one leg and brought it to rest on the chair, allowing a nice view of hot crotch.
"Here's to fellow masturbators, may we bear on to delight ourselves when the going is rough,"she said, giggling girlishly as she raised her field glass of juice, making me wonder if she had taken a slug of vodka while she was in the kitchen.

She took a recollective sip and then licked her lips provocatively, looking me in the eyes, before starting to titter again, as if we shared some juicy secret.
"What's your name ?"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 minute met. I liked the feel of her soft finger and the tight grip with which they held mine. When we broke the shake she dragged her fingers along my palm.
"How old are you Alan ?"she looked at me with a quizzing gaze.
"18 and a bit"I quickly blurted out.
"You look much younger,"she said appearing to be pleased at the revelation.
"I know, the great unwashed always think I'm younger, it could be a drag sometimes."I told her truthfully.
"So what about you, what do you cerebrate about when you ... you know ... fall guy 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 lilliputian peep into my head after you so honestly let me into yours. My deary adventure is, in a way, a reverse 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 nice much younger man appear and says he'd like to spend some time in my beautiful garden and look at my efflorescence for a while. I invite him to bear upon and reek my flowers ... and one thing leads to another,"she finished, laughing.
She took up her methamphetamine hydrochloride, put it to her oral fissure and drained it while looking steadily at me. She leaned over and put the spyglass down on top of the board, in the process raising the leg on the chair up and spreading the former one wide-eyed. My center bulged at the crotch bulge and I followed suit in finishing my drink. My cock was bone hard in my trousers.
"I like you ... your innocence ... your honesty."she said, smiling, then added"and your reaction to me."looking directly, with unchecked luxuria at my massive boner.
"I like you too, everything about you,"I replied, looking at her queer crotch.
"semen, let me show you my garden,"she said, getting up quickly and taking hold of my hand, pulled me up.

I followed her, marveling at the bouncing ass and the promise it held. There was a dirt on the seat of the skirt, suggesting that her puss was wet. She led me to a bedroom, opened the door and standing in the threshold told me to enter. I made sure my shoulder brushed her prominent trivial tit with its heavy nipple and the back of my handwriting rubbed against her soft belly.
"Go to the window and flavour at the garden,"she said as she closed the door behind us.

I walked to the windowpane and looked out, and indeed there was a nice trivial garden at the side of the house with healthy looking bright colored plants and peak, in spite of the drouth circumstance prevailing.
"Your garden is nice,"I said after looking at it for a minute or two.
"I have a a great deal nicer one,"I heard her say behind me.
"Really, you have another one ?"I asked, turning around.

She was standing there completely naked ; the wearing apparel she'd been wearing bundled at her ft on the floor. Her ignite deep brown skin glistened. Her hands were at her crotch, the fingers gliding through a massive but nicely shaped thick clump of black bush. She gently pulled at the longsighted hairs then parted the overgrowth to display a fat clod of womanhood. She pulled the lips apart revealing bright red, almost purpleness, glistening material body. Her hands came up and her fingers latched onto the long nighttime nipple pulling them out. She poked out her tongue at me seductively and flashed a terrible grinning.
"Isn't this a much nicer garden ?"she asked, lowering one bridge player and cupping her pussy.

I shook my school principal in arrangement, feeling my pinna and neck grow hot as I watched her routine around to reveal her shapely back that led into a thick, pear shaped, slightly dimpled ass with a few stint marks at the side. The boldness were really wax and jiggled delightfully as she gave her soundbox a little shake, looking over her shoulder at me. She bent right over, running her hands down her second joint and legs, bringing them to rest on her shinbone. Her legs were slightly parted, enough for me to see the ball of black fur covered backing of Urania. She rolled her ass slowly, looking at me from between her facing pages wooden leg with big wet hungry black eyes. She straightened up and turned around.
"payoff off your clothes and come here."she commanded softly.

I wasted no fourth dimension ; I was out of my clothes in a flashbulb and headed for her, my strong tool leading the way. I stood in forepart of her, my nakedness introducing itself to hers. She looked down at my hammer with a prankish smile.
"puff it down and let it bounce up back and hit your belly."
I did as she ordered, repeating it twice at her command. She looked at it with obvious pleasure.
"Would you like to come into my garden young man ? Would you like to touch the flowers and smell out them ?"
I nodded in the affirmative. She stepped closemouthed to me, signaling me to get on my knee joint. I quickly obeyed and she pressed her crotch into my aspect. I brought up my deal and grabbed her ass cheeks pulling her harder against my red hot willing face. I inhaled deeply the musk of her bedewed kitty-cat and felt my nose get wet as it pressed against the soft pulsing brim. The haircloth tickled my scent holes and I stuck out my tongue and licked through them to the core bump. I managed to get my urgent tongue through the musky growth and into the cleft. I brought my script to the contraband heap and parted it, pulling the thick swollen mouth apart. My spit tasted her slightly salty slime as it made its way into her quivering flesh. Her dead body jerked a few times, and she grabbed my caput tightly as she rubbed and rolled her pussycat on my rima oris. Suddenly she started jerking wildly as her wetness increased, washing my mouth and scent and chin.

When she was done Cumming she reached down and grabbing hold of my cock tightly, pulled me up. She then got onto her knee joint and began licking all over my cock and balls. She sucked hungrily on my balls, causing a sweet but almost unbearable pain. In venom of the delight I was glad when she released them and turned her care to my jerk cock, taking it mystifying into her hot watery rima oris. She took it as far down into her throat as it would go, and gagged on it as her saliva flowed freely all over it. She choked, gargled and came up for air.
"What a gracious stiff, young cock. Come let's get on the bed."

She leapt onto the bed and lay on her rachis with leg spread wide and off the bed, bent at the human knee. I got between her thigs and felt her queasy hand snap my peter and direct it to her womb door. She shook the peter and knocked at the door a few time before forcing it in with my assistance as I pushed forward. She growled loudly and throw off her headway from side to side as I bored into her gushy softness. She jerked upwards helping me to drop down into her depth, and somehow managed with her legs 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 enrage daredevil. She brought her branch to my shoulder joint and urged me to adjure them down to her chest.
"exercise me deep,"she spat, almost angrily. And I obeyed.

I pounded her hard as she mumbled unintelligibly and tried to do her little ass rolling at the same clip as difficult a position as she was in. she was a biz fucker, wanting to delight as much as she was being pleased. I looked down at her flushed face. She was biting into her bottom lip hard, a sore grimace on her face. She rolled onto her side taking me with her without disentangling. On her side she raised a leg high so I could fall away around to the rear of her. In that position as she held her leg up with one deal, I slammed into her, feeling her ass jiggle against my mole with each hard thrust. I pounded her like my life-time depended on it, listening to her heavy trousering and occasional growl. Suddenly, I felt the flack run along my taper and pass on the dynamite. She, sensing the close at hand explosion, pulled away and quickly spinning around took me into her mouth the instant the initiative jet of cum flew out of my trembling eubstance. She clamped down hard just below the enflamed rooster caput as I spurted deep into her throat. She began to gag but managed to sustain suction and penetration. I felt her swallowing.

When she had downed all my thick waters I expected her to release my prick, but she didn't, she continued to soak up on it keeping me hard. She soon straddled me and holding my tool 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 tauten second joint, she started her lustful, dancing ride. I tried to match her, thrusting up and attrition 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 minute before I felt the familiar progress up and her sudden vastly increased gait. I tried to hold back for her but to no avail, I came with an uncontrollable rush. And just as I started to shoot into her I felt her body stiffen and then she was bucking wildly as her coming took over. I finished before her and quickly pulling away, slid down and brought her pussy to my mouth allowing her to finish off her convulsions on my face. She seemed to enjoy that and roared her approval.
"Yaaaayesss,"she shouted.
When she was finished she rolled onto her back and I brought my mouth to her chest and took an entire breast all the way it and sucked on it for about five minutes as she rubbed my close cropped head with one hired man and massaged my flaccid turncock and balls with the other hand.
"Fuck ... you're unspoiled. You sure this is your get-go time ?"
"Yes it is,"I lied smoothly
"red cent, at XXX eight I just fucked my number 1 Virgo the Virgin ... and it was so good ... thanks baby, I'm glad your first was a first for me also ... I'm so happy."
She kissed me retentive and voiceless, searching my rima oris with an eagre tongue.
"The shaver will be home soon. prognosticate you'll come back tomorrow and make love me again ... come in the morning at about nine, I want to induce a nice foresighted day with you."
"I'll be here, I promise. ”