Into Liana's Secret Garden


It was the El Nino time of year and I was riding my bike in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my friend's house a few knot away from where I lived. I was going to collect a book he'd promised to contribute me. We were both out of highschool schooltime a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the area where my friend lived, having spent a few years there myself, so I knew which streets had expectant overhanging trees that offered sporadic shelter. A inadequate length before turning into one such street, I rose off the saddle and stood high on the pedals without pedaling, letting the bike's unaided propulsion necessitate me slowly round the bend. I guess I was still a little boyish at eighteen. For some unnamed intellect as I turned into the street I looked sideways at a fiddling insipid, blue and jaundiced house. My eyes looked straight through an open window and onto the sight of a cleaning woman lying on a sofa with one bridge player holding up a book and the former hand between her spread legs. I nearly fell, but managed to regain equipoise and continue riding. About four mansion away I turned around my cycle and headed back up the street on the same side of meat at a very slow pace.

There it was again, the titillating sight of a woman fingering herself while reading a Koran. How she was lying she would have had to sprain her top dog around to comment me. I stopped the motorcycle and peered in, my penis already swelling. I decided to put my bike on its pedestal and go into the grounds for a just 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 opposite household could very well be looking out and catch me peering into the house and telephone the cops. Also, why settee for a peek when I could bump on the door and promise 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 immediate roll in the hay. I was fairly estimable looking and well built. I got encouraging looking at from one-time women all the meter, and had even scored a distich of times already since leaving school.

I knocked at the door and stood waiting. The door opened slightly and a Brown University peel Dougla ( mixture of black and east American-Indian language ) woman stood peeping out at me, her centre slightly red and glassy and her face ruddy. She looked to be in her late-thirties.
"good 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 spiel the persona 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 semi hard on, I just hope it doesn't turn her off, thinking I'm a rapist or something."The tight old khaki school day trousers I was wearing wouldn't do much to veil it, especially since the white T shirt I was wearing because of the heat did not reach out that far. Her eyes did linger briefly on my mid-section, and I noticed the quick blush.
"Gavin Loncke,"I said,"we went to schooltime together. He said the first house in the first crossbreeding street joining Isadora Duncan Street,"I muttered, looking into her eyes, feeling my cock stretching out some more.
"fountainhead no Gavin lives here, I'm no-good son, did he say the maiden cross street if you're coming from the East or from the Rebecca West ?"she asked, her military posture relaxing a piffling as she pushed the door afford a little wider, almost half way.
I scratched my question and pretended to be trying to remember the didactics. I could now see, with the door opened wider that she was a shapely, slightly plump woman, about five seven or eight. She had vauntingly sparkling inkiness center, a longish pointed nose and astray mouth with full moist back talk ; a Sophia Sophia Loren type of face. Her curly Shirley Temple Black haircloth was brushed down loosely to her articulatio humeri. 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 cock of mine will surely spoil things if it doesn't behave."
The little fucker was swelling up quite a bit. I brought my workforce in front end my crotch to try and obliterate the protuberance. I caught her spry glance down.
"It's not your fault, he should possess told you exactly from which end."she said sympathetically.
"Well it sure is a foresighted ride to the former end,"I said looking up at the sun.
"Yes, I know darling, and in this heat,"she said sweetly.
"fountainhead, I'd better be off, sorry to give birth taken you away from whatever you were doing,"I said and saw her blush and quickly look down.
"Don't vexation about that, I wasn't really doing anything a lot, just reading."
"Would you be so sort as to give me a glass of cold ice water before I move off, I feel very thirsty,"I said.
"coldness ice pee after being in this heat, you could get a stroke,"she said laughing softly.
"I do it all the metre,"I boasted
"okey,"she said and turned around. She started to close the doorway and then changed her mind. Probably thinking I couldn't possibly be a thief or rapist.

As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing a short thin, Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton garb through which green two-piece panties could be clearly seen. Her lucullan ass bounced nicely against the skirt. I'd already noticed that there was no bra under the relax cotton fiber blouse with clitoris all the way down the battlefront, and that she had long tit on bantam 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 qualification sure my finger's breadth pressed onto hers.
"Don't drink it too quickly, it's very dusty,"she said. And immediately I knew what I had to do to create a golden place.

I put the deoxyephedrine to my head word and gulped it down in one go. As I was handing her the glass I pretended to cough, and then made a choking sound as I gripped my abdomen 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 dependable come in and sit down for a while money box you catch yourself."She sounded genuinely upset.

She let me put one hand over her shoulder while she put hers around my shank and led me into the house. I let my hand go all the way over her shoulder and remainder on a breast, grazing against the foresighted 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 head to my knee joint. She came and sat next to me and rubbed my back softly.
"You alright ?"she asked softly.
I nodded in the plausive and rose up slowly and leaned against her, my shoulder against her breast, enjoying the soft touching. 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 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 tease again."
I looked over to the opposite president and saw the Good Book opened face down. I was associate with it ; it was a record about char's intimate fantasies, my Sister had a copy and I sneaked a read. - The Secret Garden.
"Is that the book you were reading ?"
"Yes."
"I've interpret it."
"Really,"she said, gasping and bringing her hired man to get across her mouth.
"It's very interesting. We are all sexual animals. We all have our fancy,"I said in a nerdy fashion.

I got up and went over to the hot seat and picked up the script. When I turned around and started walking back to her I saw her oculus finalize on my very obvious hard on. I looked down at it, and brought my handwriting to the front to shyly cover it.
"I'm sorry about this mam, but you are a very beautiful cleaning woman ... I think I'd better be going"
"Thank you, and no, you don't have to leave yet ; actually I'm very flattered. Just sit down until you've regained your strength."

I noticed her looking at the clock on the wall for the secondment time in about three minutes. I sat down future to her and thumbed through the book.
"What's your pet fantasy ?"I said, surprising her.
"I can't think of anything in particular, maybe I'm old fashioned, I like ordinary clobber,"she said, without looking at me, then added,"what's yours ?"
I looked down at the flooring, feigning shyness."I don't know if I should tell you, it's a bit unusual, and you might cerebrate it disrespectful."
"I doubt I will, I have an undefendable mind when it comes to sexual affair, 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 meter of the day, thinking about the nipper. It's another 90 minutes or so before they get home base, but I'll still be checking the clock every two or three instant, just a habit,"she said, laughing out a bit gaudy in a somewhat nervous manner.

I was grateful for that bit of vital information. I noticed that the first two button 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 men down her stage, starting from her knee joint and remained bent over, examining her neatly painted toe nails with her fingerbreadth which were also well done. Sitting at the side of her as I was, I was capable to get a little down blouse of her bare tits, just the top ; the blouse wasn't open widely enough for me to see the nipples.
"You were going to assure me about your fantasy,"she reminded me turning now to expect me in the eyes steadily.
"Promise me you won't laugh."
"I promise ... hybrid my heart,"she said, bringing a finger to her chest and making a crisscross sign. When she made the horizontal stroke her digit pulled the open blouse to the face a good way, revealing for a here and now a tempting piffling bump of breast ; enough for me to glimpse a night areola.
"Well, I often imagine situations where I am being seduced by an older cleaning 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 phantasy among young men, especially the ones who have not yet enjoyed the body of a womanhood, zilch to be ashamed of or embarrassed about,"she said, and from the sound of her representative I knew she was smiling.

I felt her turn to look at me and her delicate hand rested on my knee. I rose up from looking down at the base and took a sideway glance at her smiling face.
"Have you ever been with a woman ?"
"No."I said, shaking my head vigorously to emphasize the lie.

Actually I'd started having sex a brace of month ago with a forty class old married ma'am who lived a few houses away from my home and just last week, emboldened by my succeeder with the married lady, had made a fruitful motion on a L something widowed friend of my mom whom I'd helped home with her market from the neighborhood supermarket.
"I find that tough to believe, because you're a very handsome untried man, surely lots of girls and older women too, would welcome your attention, even get a move on you,"she said, rubbing my knee gently.
"They do, but somehow, I lack the courage 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 expect her briefly in the eyes.
"I'm flattered ... do you envision any particular proposition scenario ?"she asked, tilting her head and licking her replete lips as she looked at me, and her hand moved just a piffling bit up my thigh.
"Not really, I conjure up many different site, but mostly it's in a business firm that I happen to be visiting or in my place after the gentlewoman comes to see my mom and finds me alone at place. Sometimes it is open, like I'm walking family at night and meet some gentlewoman who is glad to have my caller to foreclose her from being mugged, and we would end up doing it in some dark back street or playground, or she just invites me to come home with her."
"And what do you do when you have these fantasies ?"she asked in an anxiously interested spokesperson.
"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 Nox ... I'm not majestic about it, I ..."I let my voice lead off and looked away as if in shame.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, all boy and men do that ; females too."
"Really"I said naively"cleaning woman 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 periods of meter, so when the tactile sensation 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, puzzle eyes.

I could see that her pap had become quite prominent through the cut blouse, and her cervix and segmentation reddened.
"Let me get you something to pledge ... a beer maybe, or some vodka ?"
"I don't drink ... some juice or tonic if you have,"I said tentatively.

She got up and walked over to a footling centre table and bent over it, legs spreadhead as she prepared to lift it up. The short skirt rode up her second joint just enough for me to see her astonish vaginal bump. It was quite embonpoint, and the thin textile of her pantie was sunk into her crack 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 set back and placed it near my foot. I caught her quick lewd glance at my genitals which was bulging with a monumental hardon.
"For the boozing,"she said and turned and headed in the counselling of the kitchen.

She returned two or three instant later with two spyglass of pineapple juice. I noticed that her blouse was now loosened except for the last push button ; I could see her belly and its enticing deep push. She bent over to hand me the drinking and I got a net view of both retentive dark pap. I stared at them unashamedly. She sat down future to me, turning sideways as she bent one leg and brought it to rest on the professorship, allowing a decent thought of hot crotch.
"Here's to fellow masturbators, may we continue to please ourselves when the going is rough,"she said, giggling girlishly as she raised her glass of succus, making me wonder if she had taken a sluggard of vodka while she was in the kitchen.

She took a recollective sip and then licked her lips provocatively, looking me in the eye, before starting to giggle 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 fingers and the miserly grip with which they held mine. When we broke the handclasp she dragged her fingers along my palm.
"How old are you Alan ?"she looked at me with a quizzing gaze.
"XVIII and a bit"I quickly blurted out.
"You look a great deal younger,"she said appearing to be pleased at the revelation.
"I know, the great unwashed always think I'm jr., it could be a drag sometimes."I told her truthfully.
"So what about you, what do you guess about when you ... you know ... mark 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 header after you so honestly let me into yours. My favorite risky venture is, in a way, a turnabout of yours. In it I have this lilliputian garden, and I'm sitting in it naked, thinking that I'm alone in there, when suddenly I see this dainty much new man appear and says he'd like to spend some time in my beautiful garden and look at my flowers for a spell. I invite him to contact and smell my flowers ... and one thing leads to another,"she finished, laughing.
She took up her meth, put it to her mouth and drained it while looking steadily at me. She leaned over and put the glass down on top of the table, in the process raising the leg on the chair up and spreading the other one wide. My eyes bulged at the crotch prominence and I followed suit in finishing my swallow. My cock was bone hard in my trousers.
"I like you ... your whiteness ... your honesty."she said, smiling, then added"and your reaction to me."looking directly, with unchecked lustfulness at my massive boner.
"I like you too, everything about you,"I replied, looking at her exhibit crotch.
"come, let me present 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 grease on the seat of the dame, suggesting that her pussy was wet. She led me to a bedchamber, opened the door and standing in the door told me to enter. I made trusted my articulatio humeri brushed her large piddling tit with its surd tit and the book binding 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 windowpane and looked out, and indeed there was a nice lilliputian garden at the side of meat of the household with healthy looking bright colored plant and efflorescence, in spite of the drought condition prevailing.
"Your garden is skillful,"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 clothes she'd been wearing bundled at her feet on the floor. Her light chocolate skin glistened. Her men were at her private parts, the finger gliding through a massive but nicely shaped thick clunk of fatal bush. She gently pulled at the long hairs then parted the overgrowth to display a fat lump of womanhood. She pulled the backtalk apart revealing brightly red, almost purple, glistening flesh. Her work force came up and her fingers latched onto the yearn dark nipple pulling them out. She poked out her tongue at me seductively and flashed a repellent grinning.
"Isn't this a much nicer garden ?"she asked, lowering one hand and cupping her kitty.

I shook my fountainhead in concord, feeling my ears and neck grow hot as I watched her turn around to unwrap her shapely back that led into a thick, pear shaped, slightly dimpled ass with a few stretch sign at the side. The boldness were really broad and jiggled delightfully as she gave her body a little milkshake, looking over her shoulders at me. She bent right over, running her men down her thigh and legs, bringing them to rest on her tibia. Her branch were slightly parted, enough for me to see the lump of fatal fur covered mount of genus Venus. She rolled her ass slowly, looking at me from between her spread head wooden leg with big wet thirsty disgraceful eyes. She straightened up and turned around.
"yield off your dress and come here."she commanded softly.

I wasted no sentence ; I was out of my wearing apparel in a flash and headed for her, my hard cock leading the way. I stood in movement of her, my bleakness introducing itself to hers. She looked down at my cock with a sinful smile.
"Pull it down and let it bounce up back and hit your belly."
I did as she ordered, repeating it twice at her dictation. She looked at it with obvious pleasure.
"Would you like to derive into my garden new man ? Would you like to touch the flowers and smell them ?"
I nodded in the affirmative. She stepped stuffy to me, signaling me to get on my stifle. I quickly obeyed and she pressed her genital organ into my face. I brought up my hands and grabbed her ass cheeks pulling her harder against my red hot leave nerve. I inhaled deeply the musk of her bedewed twat and felt my nose get wet as it pressed against the soft pulse sassing. The hairs tickled my nose holes and I stuck out my tongue and licked through them to the marrow bump. I managed to get my urgent tongue through the musky outgrowth and into the cleft. I brought my custody to the black quite a little and parted it, pulling the thick swollen lips apart. My glossa tasted her slightly salty slime as it made its way into her quivering anatomy. Her body jerked a few times, and she grabbed my read/write head tightly as she rubbed and rolled her puss on my mouth. Suddenly she started jerking wildly as her wetness increased, washing my lip and olfactory organ 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 knees and began licking all over my pecker and egg. 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 attention to my saccade dick, taking it recondite into her hot watery mouth. She took it as far down into her throat as it would go, and gagged on it as her spittle flowed freely all over it. She choked, gargled and came up for air.
"What a prissy stiff, Cy Young tool. come let's get on the bed."

She leapt onto the bed and lay on her backrest with legs spread wide and off the bed, bent at the knees. I got between her thigs and felt her anxious handwriting grab my cock and conduct it to her uterus door. She shook the shaft and knocked at the door a few clip before forcing it in with my help as I pushed forward. She growled loudly and sway her head from side of meat to side as I bored into her gushy softness. She jerked upwards helping me to sink into her profundity, and somehow managed with her leg 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 legs to my berm and urged me to push them down to her chest.
"Drill me deep,"she spat, almost angrily. And I obeyed.

I pounded her difficult as she mumbled unintelligibly and tried to do her short ass rolling at the same time as difficult a spatial relation as she was in. she was a biz fucker, wanting to delight as often as she was being pleased. I looked down at her flushed fount. She was biting into her bottomland lip hard, a painful face on her expression. She rolled onto her side taking me with her without disentangling. On her side she raised a leg high so I could slue around to the back of her. In that position as she held her leg up with one hand, I slammed into her, feeling her ass joggle against my groin with each tough drive. I pounded her like my life depended on it, listening to her heavy panting and episodic growl. Suddenly, I felt the fire run along my wick and get through the dynamite. She, sensing the at hand explosion, pulled away and quickly spinning around took me into her mouth the moment the initiative jet of cum flew out of my trembling trunk. She clamped down hard just below the enflamed cock foreland as I spurted deep into her throat. She began to gag but managed to maintain suction and insight. I felt her swallowing.

When she had downed all my thick waters I expected her to exhaust my cock, but she didn't, she continued to sop up on it keeping me tough. She soon straddled me and holding my pecker straight up, put it to her dripping entrance and sat down hard, sending it deep up into her. Leaning forward she gripped my shoulders and after hugging my face with her spongy yet firm second joint, she started her lustful, dancing ride. I tried to match her, thrusting upward and grinding and peal 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 make up and her sudden vastly increased rate. I tried to carry back for her but to no avail, I came with an uncontrollable rushing. 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 slit to my oral cavity allowing her to finish off her convulsions on my nerve. She seemed to love that and roared her approval.
"Yaaaayesss,"she shouted.
When she was finished she rolled onto her back and I brought my mouth to her pectus 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 paw and massaged my flaccid peter and balls with the other hand.
"screw ... you're proficient. You sure this is your get-go clock time ?"
"Yes it is,"I lied smoothly
"Damn, at thirty eight I just fucked my world-class virgin ... and it was so good ... thanks baby, I'm glad your first was a first gear for me also ... I'm so happy."
She kissed me long and hard, searching my mouth with an eager tongue.
"The child will be home soon. Promise you'll come back tomorrow and make love me again ... come in the good morning at about nine, I want to have a nice farseeing day with you."
"I'll be here, I promise. ”