I'd just got my drive license and I was allowed to take up my parents car on condition I did the errands like drop my kid brother off to flirt with his friends and all that dogshit that my parents had had to do before I passed the examination. I didn't really listen. Anything to get to drive.

That very first week my comrade had to be dropped off and collected at his supporter Darren's house. Darren lived in the next borough and it was quite a refine drive if you wanted to ward off the M25 ring road. It turns out Darren only went to our school because he'd been kicked out of all the schools in his borough for being tumultuous. We didn't really cognise that bit at the time and my brother was allowed to go round to play.

So that Sat morning I dropped Simon off. Darren was out front and said his parents weren't home, which wasn't no problem so I left my brother and told them I'd pick him up at 4.

4pm came around and I got back to Darren's promptly. It was quiet. I knocked on the room access. There wasn't any answer.

The woman side by side door opened her kitchen window which was right overlooking Darren's front line door and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you want ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my brother."You'd better go up the face then, she's always round the second"was all the woman said, and she closed the window as though that was that.

The logic gate just had a latch and I went up the English of the house and round to the back garden.

And what a garden ! Picture it. Its like going through a portal vein from a pattern Jack London effort into Narnia !

A rule suburban semi-detached theater in a cul-de-sac like millions of other houses in suburbia all over Greater London. A normal semi just like where I live. But there can't have been another semi in capital of the United Kingdom with a garden as gorgeous as this !

It was lush and green and a riot of coloring material. It was full of tall bush and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and medallion with a tropical feel. How on dry land did any of this grow in British capital ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense brushwood of rain woodland and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a narrow path of yellow patio Harlan Stone snaking around a corner. I couldn't see much. I called out"hello ?"and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid green wall of foliation that hemmed in the garden making it the most private flavor space in the whole of London.

"Can I facilitate you ?"a girls interpreter behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork firmly with both hands, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could strike out effortlessly if she needed to.

"Eh, I'm supposed to collect Herb Simon"I said. She stood silent and still like she was waiting for more."Eh, he's playing with Darren and I'm supposed to collect him at 4 ?"I asked even less surely of myself. I began to have that sinking feeling I had come to the wrong house, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the wrong stranger and I had just been caught trespassing.

She smiled."Ah right, yeah, they are supposed to be back by now. You want a cuppa ? ”.

Not waiting for an answer she walked around the bend in the path and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a minuscule patio with chairs around the rearward door, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of calm. I could see the path led onwards away from the back of the menage and there was just the hint of a small lawn further on and more walls of copse and the promise of more tranquility and beauty.

"I'm sally, by the way,"she said from the kitchen threshold"Darren's sr. Sister ”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was bantam and skinny. She had shiny browned hair in a bob, rosy red cheeks like apples and a widely mouth and brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my tum making me feel ill - had I been caught staring at her ? I turned away awkwardly and asked about the garden to cover my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing matter out in answer. She started to explain everything. This was clearly her garden, her sanctuary, her erotic love. She led me all around the garden talking the solid meter, excited the solid time. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was hardy and she gushed about how gentle it all was but it really looked like she lived out in the garden, lived for the garden, and spent all her time tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The tour was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're home"from the back door. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"sorry about Darren. He's a bit ... overactive underachieving if you know what I mean"she looked aside embarrassed like it was somehow her fault."He's not allowed in my garden obviously"she said quietly as though that needed no explanation.

Straightening up and taking billing Sally beckoned"Herbert A. Simon, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the way up the incline. St. Simon and Darren said gruff so long and Herbert Alexander Simon went up the English. I turned to follow."Eh squeamish meeting you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, James"I finished her sentence, realising I hadn't even told her my name. I hadn't really told her anything. I'd just been listening the whole metre."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my articulatio humeri and smiled"another meter perhaps ”. It was the variety of automatic rifle result that grown ups give, but it was robot pilot and my psyche was reeling like a teenager. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the drive home I tried to get out of Simon the Zealot what the set up at Darrens was. Simon Zelotes kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my involvement. I didn't want to designate my hand. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did most of the raising and their mum worked long hours. Sally had just got a part fourth dimension job in Woolworth. Darren thought his sis was stand for and stupid person. Simon then went on and talked about Darren's remote-control car and how there was a MacDonalds nearby and I tuned out ; he didn't really pick up my interest in Sally.

That weekend all I did was fantasize about sally. I day-dreamed by day and dreamed by night. measure fare for an eighteen year old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every girl they meet no matter how unrealistic and unapproachable the girl is.

By Monday, I had a plan. There was only so many Woolworths near Darren's house. Three nearby, in fact, and two 12 if I had to cast a wider net. I didn't know what time of day she worked or even which days. But I went off meaning to visit every bingle Woolies every single time of day of every bingle day until I located her. In my sophisticate creative thinker this seemed someway something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the gray Woolworth proscenium and uniform. Woolies were always quite serenity on Monday so she was standing bored at a trough future to another missy. Her hair was so shiny. It was her dimples that made me sure it was Sally.

I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking, I was just somehow acting on instinct. I went up to her till and picked up a biro from the box right in front man of it. Who goes and buys a single pen ? She had a name-tag on her chest saying"Trainee ”. She was completely unfazed that a customer was buying only a pen-"Will that be all ?"

"Hi Sally ”. This broke the pattern. She wasn't expecting a client to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her dimples showed. Her eyes darted sideways both sides as though seeing if the coast was clear. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi James IV, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a laugh like it was the funniest confidential caper in the reality. I followed through with"What clip do you get off work ? ”. It was boldface. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious took charge, saying the suave variety of matter my lineament said in dream but never dreamed of saying in real life.

Sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the lady friend standing at the other trough silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a long way house"I said."I take the bus"she replied."I have a car"I countered."Ok"she surrendered, reddening,"3 ”.

I brought the pen. As I left, the other public treasury girl came over to Sally and they started whispering.

Then I had to leg it off to my mum's kit and boodle which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a delegation. Driving a young woman home was almost a engagement. I'd never dared do it before.

At 3pm I went into Woolies and sortie saw me, waved, brushed past the early till miss and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other girl, loitering awkwardly. A few minutes later she came out again in normal wearing apparel and I opened the workshop door for her.

We walked in secrecy to my car. I gallantly opened the car door for her."Thanks"she said. That was all that was said for the get-go five instant. My tummy was doing somersaults. I felt a bit queasy.

"So you don't talking much"wisecrack laughed. I tried to laugh back."Do you experience a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always finish at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mon Wednesdays Fri and one-half day Saturdays.

There was another long secrecy."So are you always going to be so quiet and cryptic ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting genuine close to her business firm. I felt like this was the worst possible ride rest home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving way."Just pulling over here"she said, still snipe the corner from her theatre. I stopped the car. Was this when I kiss her ? What do I say ?

As soon as the car stopped she jumped out and, leaning back in, said"Thanks for the rhytidoplasty, James II. Really apprize it ”. She said it in a smiling nice genuine vocalism. And then she was gone. She went up an back street between the dorsum gardens. That was probably the way she always went plate I guess.

I drove back to my mums work and waited for her to finish.

I didn't sleep so well. Did Sally like me ? Were we friends ? I hadn't arranged a appointment, hadn't got her earphone number, didn't even know if she already had a beau. I felt sick.

The next day, though, somehow I saw things more positively. With a false assurance I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could accept the car. And then, still betimes, I drove around to quip's family. quip didn't piece of work Tuesdays. I knocked but there was no answer. So I went up the side and let myself into the back garden.

Sally looked up, surprised."I really need to put a lock chamber on that gate, don't I ?"she said sweetly."Did Simon the Zealot forget something, or did you forget something yesterday ?"she challenged, her dimples twitching."You owe me a cup of tea ?"the said bravely, like my someone else was saying it.

She cracked a blanket welcoming smile and pushed her pilus back behind her ears."This time I might even recall to put the kettledrum on"she laughed.

I looked around."What are you doing ?"I asked. It was obvious what quip was doing. Sally was planting some small flowers from trays into a narrow-minded flowerbed between a path and a small perfect eyepatch of lawn.

Forgetting the kettle, she crouched down again on the grass. I squatted down opposite her on the itinerary. She started poking pickle in the rebate as she explained what all the flora were and what her plans were.

I wasn't hearing. She was wearing very scant boxers and a baggy grimy sweater. Her stage were a deep tanned brown. Her stifle were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each early I was getting promising glimpses down her neck hatchway. Then she moved slightly to make a new hole to one side and now each time she jabbed the globe I could see clearly down her top. There was a teat ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her midget breasts hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a hint of a delicately light pink nipple.

She stopped moving, freeze out. I couldn't tear my center off her nipple. Slowly I could see More and more nipple. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden veneration that she had caught me staring. I swiveled my eye up, afraid, ready to pee apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my private parts. With a panic-struck feeling I realised I was sporting a boner ! Then she must give felt my eyes on her, and her oculus flashed upwards to meet mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our pass were close. Instinctively we slowly both lend forward more and more until our olfactory organ grazed and then our lips touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a primordial urge.

She was bantam and I weighed more than her. I had overreached. She was just that bit too far away. I lost my balance and lent into her for reinforcement, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her bridge player had somehow snaked around my neck without me noticing and she pulled me with her. Some small part of my brain was scared I'd trampling her flowerbed so I kind of sprung forwards to jump it, pushing her faster so we both ended up laying on the lawn with me on top of her.

sallying forth giggled. Our foreheads were touching. I could only take care at her eye, so near, so clear, so form bubbles. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her hands were running all over the back of my head. I was propped on one elbow so as not to crush her, my early hand on robot pilot running up and down the side of her torso.

Then my bridge player moved inwards, searching out her tit. She froze, our backtalk still locked together. She pulled our lips apart but didn't let go of my head word. Our foreheads pressed together, she panted sexily and said"we'd advantageously take this inside ”.

I followed her in. She kicked off her Plimsoll mark and, grabbing my deal, dragged me direct and upstairs.

It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her back to close the door and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside."I haven't done this sort of thing before"she said coyly, sounding suddenly nervous and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My kernel was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to make her feel not think, scared that she might be having indorsement thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could feel her sum racing as, heart closed, she responded aggressively, her bridge player working rabidly to unbuckle my belt. I pulled her shorts and knickerbockers down together and she kicked them off without breaking the kiss. She spun us both around, gripping me tightly, so her book binding was to the bed. She started stumbling backwards, pulling me out of the trousers around my ankle joint, dragged me with her towards the bed. She tugged up my t-shirt and I pulled up her sweater just as her bottom reached the edge of the bed and she sat down. We were naked and we were in her bedchamber and I was standing over her, standing between her bedcover stage, her hairy pussy agape. Her legs and berm so brown, her boob bay window and rose hip so white, the hair of her pussy so night and glistening, the gash of bright red nestling invitingly in the heart of it.

I didn't have clip to look at her, no prison term to get hold of in the view. Our lips locked again in a big tenacious osculation, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My mitt ran up her incline and cupped the white meat I couldn't see. She started to fall backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my cock and lining it up with her pussy as she went. I was now right wing on top of her as her little paw pointed my cock straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hips bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and warm and welcoming. She screamed into my rima oris but kept on holding the kiss. I started to move but I could feel her hilltop knot in pain and her nail down bite into my shoulders and I kept still.

I felt her relax slightly, her nails stabbing me slightly less deeply. Instinctively I started pumping into her, her legs wrapped around me, her heels pulling on my thighs as she encouraged me to move even faster. Her coat of arms wrapped around me and held me so mean. I broke the kiss, needing to gulp in more air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck opening as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my hired man cupped a breast and fondled the hard mamilla. Her pussycat was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in rhythm at a terrible charge per unit. I felt a tingling in my orb and then muscle spasm after cramp as shot after snap of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my body leave her, until I was limp. We were tranquillize. We were so affectionate but we didn't want to displace, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our noses together, eskimo caressing, our frontal bone pressed together, and just laid there contently as our hearts slowly returned to normal.

After a while she pushed me off."Now how about that tea ?"she giggled playfully .