Spring Gardening...for Whit00EK

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie Spencer

The unseasonably warm weather seemed like it would hold for a while, so I put on some cut-off denim shorts and a white halter and headed out to the garden. The sun was warm and the grass green under my bare feet. My oldest son had already tilled the ground in my annual bed, so it was ready for weeding and planting.
Starting in one corner, I knelt down and started pulling loose weeds. I love the feel of earth in my fingers. It was an erotic sensual feeling. About halfway through, as the temperature soared, I grabbed the hose and let the cold water sluice out so I could take a drink. I was a little hot, so I let the stream cascade down my chin onto my chest. The fabric of my halter became transparent, my rosy nipples reacting to the cold water. I was glad both of my sons, ages 16 and 18, were visiting their father for the weekend. I walked back over to the flower bed and started designing the flower placements with popsicle sticks when I heard a noise from the other side of the fence.
It was my neighbor. I think he retired early, because he didn't look old enough to be an ordinary retiree. I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but I could see him. Damn! The man was hot, however old he was. He made me uncomfortably aware that I was wearing a very short pair of cut-offs and a nearly transparent halter.

He also made me very aware of the fact that it'd been 6 months since I'd separated from my sons' father...6 months is too long.

[Edited by Countess DeWinter on 01-17-2001 at 07:52 AM]

 

[Whit00EK]

There she was again. There was no mistaking the shape of her buttocks in those cut-offs. I had spent months admiring them in a variety of coverings -- shorts, bathing suit, jeans, slacks, skirts both conservative and rather daring -- and I had made the decision that before I depart this mortal coil, my hands shall find themselves caressing the velvety skin that absolutely must reside beneath whatever covering hides it. Today she was planting, or planning to plant from the looks of the number of popsicle sticks she had inserted into the freshly-tilled earth of her garden. In addition to the cut-offs, she wore what might in some circles be called a halter top, but only by those delicate enough in their choice of words to shy away from the obvious. The top was little more than a swatch of cloth wrapped over and around her magnificent breasts. It did little to hide their lusciousness in both shape and size. In fact, the top emphasized their perfect proportions. The woman was not top-heavy by any means. Her breat measurements suited the rest of her body perfectly.

I watched as she moved about, bending and straightening, striding and walking about the yard, barefoot in the velvety grass of her lawn. Each muscle was attendant to the very task it was designed to do and in concert, they all did a very good job of presenting an exquisitely sexual being for my admiration. I had watched this sort of activity many times, sometimes from my window, sometimes from the yard where I now stood beneath an ancient weeping willow whose hanging branches served to somewhat screen my observations and allowd me to think I was spying on her in secret. The fantasies that were loosed in my fertile imagination by this possibility were endless.

This day, however, was a bit different as it was hotter than usual and she was perspiring profusely. I could see the sheen of sweat across her shoulder blades and on her delicately freckled shoulders. How I wanted to bend my lips to that sheen and flick my tongue there, tasting the fruits of her labor!

I had been very careful in my observations, not really paying much attentio to her at all until approximately 6 months ago when her husband had moved out. I assumed, though no one had made it clear, that they were going through a divorce. The fact that her two teen-age sons were living with her and showed absolutely no indication that they missed their father had led me to believe that he had been the cause of the break-up rather than she. That made me a bit more comfortable. I had also noticed that she neither went out with any gentlemen callers, nor did she have men visitors at her home. That made me a bit curious, to say the least. She was obviously a healthy, vibrant woman; why were there no men in her life?

As I stood there within the shade of the tree, I could not help but notice her quickly glance around and place the slowly-running garden hose to her face and chest. The water chilled her for a moment, and she shivered. With her body facing approximately 3/4 full toward me, I also could not help but marvel at the fact that the water soaking her white top made it absolutely transparent. There they were; magnificent in both shape and size. With the two most incredibly delicious-looking aureola that one man has ever had the good fortune to view in plain sight. Without any warning at all, my own member began to stir and stretch himself within the confines of my shorts. It was a fortunate thing that I was out of her direct line of sight, as there was no stopping my arousal as I watched her move about in her now-clinging halter.

The very thought of the possibility of placing my growing member in the perspiration-scented valley between those globes was almost more than I could bear. I found myself sliding my hand over my erection and adjusting it so that it would feel more comfortable in my rather tight shorts.

And wouldn't you have guessed that the fates would decree that at that very moment, she would straighten up, place her hands on the small of her back to knead out a kink, and look directly at me over the short fence that seperates our yards!! Her eyes locked onto mine and then traveled slowly down to where I was touching myself, bulging as it must have appeared at that moment.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

He was looking straight at me.
Whenever I saw him, I was always reminded of Sean Connery. Sexy no matter his age. As I watched him - thrusting my tits out while I pretended to be still rubbing my back - my eyes wondered down to where his hand was. He was either in the middle of something or was just starting, but the bulge in his shorts was unmistakable even from this distance.

I decided to play the tease. Standing, I pretended to have forgotten something then turned around and bend straight over at the waist, giving him a good look at my ass in my short shorts. Standing again, I walked over to the picnic table on the patio and poured two glasses of lemonade. Still facing away, I fished out a piece of ice and ran it over my nipples, the cold making them jut out like pebbles. But the thought that he was watching me was making them hard already.
I dropped the ice and took the two glasses over to the fence.

"You looked like you were working up quite a sweat over here," I called out. "Would you care for some lemonade?"

 

[Whit00EK]

OOC: Countess, dear....I have managed to find your pictures and am enamored of them to a great degree. I am quite pleased with what I have seen and compliment you on your personal attractiveness. Thank you for posting them for old degenerates such as myself to enjoy.

IC:

It wasn't difficult to discern that she knew I was watching. Her sly, out-of-the-corner-of-her-eye looks gave her away. What was I to do? Should I have walked back into the house, not saying anything? Should I have smiled and waved when I realized she knew I was there? Should I have done anything at all?

I really didn't have a chance to contemplate very long. After standing up and stretching herself, pressing her hands into the small of her back, and thrusting her maginficent breasts out into the stratosphere, she looked in my direction and I could have sworn her eyes found my hand where it pressed against my own tumescent lump. Was she teasing me? Did she consider me a harmless, old codger?

At that very moment, she turned away from me and bent over at the waist --not even bending a knee -- to pick something up from the dirt below her feet. Her ass thrust itself in my specific direction and it would have been obvious to a blind man that she was incredibly well-proportioned there. Her nether globes were rounded to such a point that they took up all available room in her tight cut-offs and allowed for a small spillage below the hem. Soft, pink-white flesh peeked at me and I felt further stirrings.

What surprised me most, however, was not the incredibly perfect shape of her ass, but the delightfully delicious-appearing bulge between her thighs. Was her love grotto so well-formed that it pressed outward against the crotch of her shorts? Were her lips so full and fleshy that they stretched and strained at the small ribbon of fabric that held them back? God, what thoughts were trampling over my good intentions of watching only.

Before I could react, as I mentioned above, the woman strode to the patio and poured herself some of what appeared to be ice-cold lemonade. But, wait, she had poured two tall glasses. I could see the condensation on their surfaces even from here. She was not looking at me at this point, but facing away. I watched her dip her fingers into the pitcher and fish out a piece of ice. I could not see what she was doing, exactly, but her arm moved across the front of her body and her head dropped back a bit, allowing her hair to swing free. Was she touching herself with the ice? Where? On her neckline? In the lovely valley between her breasts? On the nipples themselves? Damn, what I would not have given to have been able to change my position!

At that very moment, she turned toward me and walked across the grass separating us. She was holding the two glasses in her hands at about waist height. I could very definitely see that she had applied the ice to her breasts. Her shirt was wet in two very large round areas directly on her nipples. I could see her breasts rise and fall in rhythm to her long strides across the yard. As she came closer, I could also see that the aureolae were dark, dark in wet contrast to the halter that strained to hold the breasts they resided on. A bit closer and her nipples themselves were revealed as standing taut and rigid under the light fabric. I could not help but wonder if this was only the effects of the ice.....

"..........would you care for some lemondade?" were the words that shook me from my lust-filled reverie. I could not believe my ears, or my eyes. She had come to the low fence and stood there, not eight feet from me, offering.....what? A tall, cold glass of lemonade? Or more? Much more.

I smiled, and wishing to distract her attention from the fact that I was as horny as a Texas toad in August, I quickly strode to stand directly against the fence, hiding the protrusion in the front of my shorts. I reached for the glass she offered and politely thanked her as it was quite warm at this time of day. I went on to chide her a bit about working in the heat of the day. I told her it was not good for her to be out here in the heat, regardless of how young and healthy she appeared to be. In fact, the conversation went something like this:

"Thank you, neighbor. I certainly do appreciate the offer of something cool to drink. I was just standing here enjoying the respite of the shade of my favorite tree when I noticed you working in the sun. I don't really know you well enough to offer advice, but I do feel that you ought to take more precautions about working in the heat of the sun. It is not healthy, regardless of how young and in shape you might be. The sun can play tricks on even you and I would not want to walk out here and find you lying on that green carpet over there, passed out from heat-stroke. In fact, I'd say you have had more than enough sun for the time being. I can see that the perspiration has soaked its way through your blouse. Perhaps you'd like to come over here and join me in the shade of this old willow? We could sit and chat for a few moments and allow your pretty head to regain its senses before something severe happens to you. Would you consider it forward for an older man to ask you to join him, even if it was for your own protection?"

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

It took all of five seconds for me to consider his offer.
"Of course, I'd love to join you. Hang on a minute."

I walked around to the gate, then carefully - I was still barefoot - walked back to where he stood. On my way, I stopped to grab a bottle of lotion from the back porch, which I would have used myself on my sun-pinkened skin.
A quick glance before I'd gotten to the tree showed me he'd gotten a little control of his erection. Either that, or he'd adjusted himself so I couldn't tell so much. I felt a mild disappointment, but reassured myself that I could see it again if I really wanted to.

He'd arranged two lounge chairs under the shade of the willow and gestured to them. I sat down and we talked for a moment about inconsequentials, until I handed him the lotion.
"I was going to put this on when I was done gardening," I said with a little purr in my voice. "Would you help me with it?"
I turned slightly when he took the bottle, sweeping my hair off my back. He started to spread the lotion on my back, but kept getting caught up in the ties of my haltar. Making a quick decision, I untied the knots holding my haltar on, letting it fall onto my lap.
"There," I said, "that should be easier, okay?"


OOC: *blush* thank you, Whit

 

[Whit00EK]

I watched as she moved along the fence to the gate near the edge of the yard. She stepped gingerly in her bare feet and moved through the gate and turned toward me. I noticed that she had managed to pick up a bottle of lotion of some sort while I was adjusting myself so that I would be a bit less obvious in my arousal. At that very moment, some three thousand scenarios flashed through my mind in a scant second or two. Each scenario played out a fantasy involving my hands, her lovely soft skin, and that bottle of lotion. An actual shiver ran through me and brought goose bumps to my arms as I brought myself back to the present.

She was now standing in front of me and I could have sworn she had deliberately inspected my crotch. Of course, I was allowing my over-active imagination run away with me again; but there for just a moment, I thought I saw her eyes travel to where my shorts had bulged. And in addition to that, I actually believed I saw a flash of disappointment in those eyes when she noticed that I was not as obviously bulging as when she was on the other side of the fence.

I offered her a seat in one of the two lawn chairs I had hurriedly pulled under the hanging boughs of the willow. She sat without more than a moment’s hesitation and handed me my lemonade. I sipped at the icy liquid and found it delightfully fresh. I smiled my appreciation as she pattered on about on things in general – the condition of her garden, the neighborhood kids, her own sons, and I could not help but think she was just about to slip into a discussion of her failed marriage when she thought better of it and changed the subject.

She stretched out a golden-brown arm toward me and handed me the bottle of suntan lotion. Her request to help her with its application was a shock, but also it was a request that I had been praying for her to make of me. I agreed, not too readily so that it looked as if I was overly anxious, and spread a quantity on my hands and rubbed them together so as not to touch her pinkened shoulder blades with a cold lotion.

I gently spread my hands across the tops of her shoulders and moved them from the base of her neck down to her shoulder tops and back, spreading the lotion and lightly rubbing it into her skin. Another dollop of lotion to my palms and I began on her back. She was turned slightly away from me in the chair, allowing me full access to a large expanse of skin across her back and I used the moment to assess what was in my field of vision.

Her skin was a cross between pink and gold. She had obviously been in the sun before today, but today’s heat had begun a small burn on the upper regions of her back and shoulders. I allowed my eyes to travel down her back and noticed that her shorts gapped in the back a bit and I could see more than three or four inches down into them. There was no indication at all that this woman was wearing panties under those shorts. My hands trembled for a moment before I brought them under control.

I continued to slather the lotion across her back, moving softly and slowly up and down and around in large circles to rub it in completely. Her halter was tied both at the neck and just below the center of her back. I constantly used one hand to move the strings out of the way as I rubbed and stroked her beautiful back. Without a word or warning, she leaned forward and untied both strings, allowing the halter to fall directly into her lap.

I knew my breath sucked in with a sharp gasp, but I tried to hide it with a clearing of my throat. She murmured some comment about “…that should be easier…” but my ears only heard the roaring of my blood boiling in them. Within two feet of where I sat were two of the most magnificent breasts a man could ever wish to view. True, her body shielded them from my sight, but just knowing they were there was enough to cause me some severe discomfort as my cock became rampant in its growth spurt, throbbing when it could not fully extend itself. I thought I let out a bit of a groan as I felt my cock swell and catch in my shorts, but I am not sure.

I murmured my “Thank you; yes this will make it easier” as I applied more lotion to my hands and her back. Now, as I rubbed and spread the liquid across her back, my fantasizing imagination took over again. I wondered what she would do if I were to move my hands lower, into the waist of those shorts. I also wondered what she would do if I were to allow my hands to slide farther around her chest on one or two occasions and touch the swells of her lovely breasts.

At that moment, as I was thinking these thoughts, she seemed to flush from waist to neck and a small shudder passed through her body. I asked if she was cold here in the shade and she murmured back over her shoulder that, no, she was actually becoming quite warm here. I smiled inwardly and was not naive enough to think of this as anything but a light invitation.

Seemingly without any direction on my part, my hands moved around each side of her chest, moving her upper arms slightly out of the way, and caressed the outer swells of her breasts. As I did this, I found myself leaning forward and kissing her lightly on that small spot where shoulder and neck come together. I kissed and sucked just so very lightly that I am not certain she noticed. But she reacted in a way that I had not quite expected, honestly. She sat straighter and leaned a bit back towards me, allowing my hands to move farther forward and cup those breasts, feeling the soft silkiness of her underslope. I held my hands there for quite some time and began a small assault of kisses on both sides of her neck, until I whispered into her ear, “My dear neighbor, what have we here?” And I squeezed both breasts so very, very lightly.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

His hands seemed to know just how to rub my skin to make me like a china doll: beautiful. That alone aroused me, and the seam of my cut-offs was riding up in the most delicious way.

I untied my halter and let it fall into my lap. I didn't know any other way to let my interest be known. I became intoxicated by the feel of his hands on my skin, gently rubbing and teasing. I felt a soft kiss on my neck and knew that he had read my signals. My heart started to pound and I leaned back into him, allowing his hands to slide around and cup my breasts. His fingers teased and taunted my hardening nipples wringing a sigh from my lips.
I let my hands slide down beside me to grip his thighs, dragging him closer to me. I twisted my head and tilted it up, offering him my lips.

 

[Whit00EK]

The day is growing warmer...

What I held here in my hands, I know men have fought for and dreamed of for centuries. The very softness that makes a woman what she is. These delightfully soft, mysteriously firm mounds of wonder that man has worshipped since time began. In my hands, to do with them as I wished. I found the nipples, taut already, firm and extended as if wishing for someone’s tender yet demanding touch. I peered over her shoulder as I lifted them slightly and noted her aureolae, crinkly and dark brown, almost chocolate, and the size of a half-dollar. I trailed the tips of my fingers in circles around their outer edges and watched as they shrank and crinkled more and as the nipples seemed to leap out in expectation of a touch. Instead, I continued to trail my fingertips underneath the swell and along the most sensitive expanse of flesh. I could feel a small shudder run through her body, which was leaning back, now, against me. I again moved my hands under her breasts and allowed their fullness to rest on my open palms. My thumbs and forefingers lightly caressed her nubbins and tweaked them just slightly. I breathed my breath into her hair and rolled those lovely nipples between my thumbs and pressing forefingers. And she bent backwards, offering her mouth to mine.

I kissed her, long, warmly, deeply and questioningly. “What is to become of us this afternoon, my sweet?” was the thought that came through in my kiss. Her mouth responded to mine with increased warmth and she allowed her lips to part, seeking to touch my lips with her tongue. But, I, too, opened my lips slightly and our tongue-tips touched lightly, sending an electric shock through both of us. My hands tightened just slightly on her breasts and her breath came in short gasps as I continued to search out her mouth with my tongue, loving her as deeply as I could. There was no doubting that my body was responding. I was in near pain with the pressure of my cock doubled in my shorts. It was expanding at a rapid rate and begged for re-adjustment.

But at the height of the heat of that kiss, she pushed me away, broke our lip connection and looked me directly in the eye with eyes of the deepest (blue/brown?) I have ever come in contact with. She stood up and placed herself directly in front of my chair, arms at her sides, legs magnificently displayed just slightly parted, feet planted firmly on the lovely shaded green carpet under the willow, her halter now gone completely, and looked down at me. She slid her hands upwards across her stomach and under her breasts and caressed them as if she had just discovered the wonder of them.

And she leaned forward and said to me, …

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

OOC: blue

IC: I stood in front of XXX (name?), running my hands over the sentisized flesh of my breasts. I was somewhat shocked at myself, but in a state of arousal so high that I was almost ready to drop to my knees right there. Almost.

"Would you like to go inside, or give a show to the rest of our neighbors?" I asked in a husky whisper.

I held my hand out to him, offering. I was quite nervous as to whether he would accept. It had been so long...

Without words, he took my hand and kissed it, then each fingertip and pulled me toward his house.

 

[Whit00EK]

The heat begins to rise...

And she leaned forward and said to me, “Would you like to go inside, or give a show to the rest of the neighbors?” Her voice was a husky whisper, as if someone else might hear her bold suggestion. As she spoke to me, she rubbed her palms over the flesh of her breasts and I watched, as they grew taut and shiny. She held her hand out to me and I took it and kissed it, palm up, and loved it with my lips and tongue. I then kissed the tip of each finger and sucked lightly on each finger and bit into the web between thumb and forefinger, sucking it into my mouth and feeling her hand caress my bearded cheek.

I began to lead her away, but not toward the house as she was probably thinking. I led her deeper into the shade under the hanging branches of the willow onto a large patch of velvety green moss that had lived there for more than 40 years. I lifted her into my arms, pressing her bare breasts against mine, and held her tightly against me as I kissed her open mouth with a tenderness I am certain she had not expected at this moment.

Sinking slowly to my knees, my lips never broke contact with hers. I bent and laid her body on the moss and sank down beside her, holding the back of her head with one hand and caressing her breasts with the other. Her hands moved to go around my shoulder and to touch my head, but I lifted my hand from her breasts and replaced her hands at her sides, on the cool moistness of the moss. I murmured into her lips, “My dear, you shall not touch or move until I give you release; understood?” She nodded and kissed me back with mouth moving slightly, relaxing and sighing into me.

My right hand renewed its exploration of her breasts and found her nipples huge and rubbery. Rolling them, one at a time, between thumb and forefinger only served to increase their turgidity. Her areoles alternately swelled and then shrank as her breathing increased in depth. Using one fingertip, I traced the entire outline of her breasts, each of them, from upper swell to the very sensitive underslope and forming a web with my fingers and thumb, stroked from the widest part of each breast to the very tip of a nipple, pinching those nubbins lightly as I moved off and opened my hand to repeat the process.

Small exclamations were escaping her mouth and sliding into mine. Her lips were warmer now, seemingly more relaxed and supple, too. I touched them with the tip of my tongue and ran that tip along the line that separates top from bottom lip. As I did this, her mouth opened slightly of its own volition and I probed very lightly with my tongue. I found her teeth and then the tip of her tongue and flicked it with mine. Her hot breath slid out of her throat and I realized she had been holding her breath as my hand cupped and massaged each breast so softly and tenderly.

I lifted my hand from her breasts and moved it down to her bare, muscled right thigh. I laid it there and lightly gripped the muscle. I massaged and pulled the skin of her leg and then slid my palm onto the heated flesh of her inner thigh. Up and down, from the frayed edge of her shorts to just above the knee, my hand traced a path of loving tenderness, moving from one thigh to the other, but never passing the denim fence guarding her own mossy glade.

Lifting my face from hers and breaking the mouth-to-mouth contact, I looked at those incredible blue eyes and placed my palm flat upon the crotch of her shorts. I applied just enough pressure so that she knew it was there and also just enough so that I could feel the warmth radiating from her nest. I looked down and whispered, “Do I stop here, my sweet neighbor?”

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

“My dear, you shall not touch or move until I give you release; understood?”

I nodded. I could feel my pulse pounding and my face flushing hot. His hands and lips teased my breasts until I thought I would expire on the spot.
I begged him with my moans, with my expressions, with the occasional insistent tugging on his arm. My state of need was growing rapidly.

His tongue found mine and danced slowly and tenderly. I was so unprepared for his tenderness. My hands came to rest on his shoulders then threaded into his hair.

When his fingers began to trace a path along my inner thigh, I gasped. His touch was electric. Each pass I though, I hoped he would dip his fingers under the leg of my shorts. Each pass he didn't. My whole body began to tense and quiver. Finally, his hand came to rest on my denim covered mound.
“Do I stop here, my sweet neighbor?”

My breath came out finally in a long slow sigh. I almost sat right up to throw my arms around him or even better to attack his short so I could enjoy this obvious erect cock, but I remembered his admonition and remained still.

My eyes looked deeply into his and I said softly, "Please, don't make me beg."

 

[Whit00EK]

It wasn’t difficult to see that this gorgeous creature below me was in a state of excitement. Could it be that her physical connection had been broken when her husband cleared out some time ago? Could it really be possible that she has not been involved with anyone since that time? I looked down at her and lost myself in those eyes, so incredibly deep. And I found my face moving towards hers in slow motion, as if drawn there without thought for motive on either of our parts. As my lips neared hers, I could hear a whisper, “Please, don’t make me beg.” And I kissed her.

Her lips were so very, very soft that at first I thought I was not kissing her at all. But then they moved and her breath came into my mouth with a heat that defies literate description. My hands were as they had been for a few moments – my left hand supporting my face, leaning on the elbow as I lay there beside her, and my right hand pressed into the crotch of her jeans, flat upon her bulging mound. The warmth that emanated from her lower regions was enough to melt the snows of Kilamanjaro and I could not resist movement of that hand. I pressed inward heavily and was rewarded with a small catch of her breath followed by a huge exhalation into my mouth. I clenched my hand, squeezing the softness of that mound in my palm and pulled at the expanse of flesh that was captured by my palm, inside her jeans shorts. Again, a short gasp with a larger expelling of breath. And this time, her hips lifted off the ground as she pressed her face into mine and sucked at my tongue. I understood this movement to indicate her willingness to move farther into our exploration.

With some appreciation, I noted that her hands remained at her sides, almost rigid, but not moving to touch me or herself – just as I had requested. And the fingers of my right hand flew to find the three metal buttons of her fly and opened them in seconds. My inquiring fingertips soon learned that there were no panties beneath, and I could feel the brush of what must be golden curls against the back of my hand. I moved the shorts down over her hips and onto her thighs. She again breathed out, a long, tortured sigh and lowered her hips to the green velvet below. It was but a second or two that it took me to remove the shorts – with a bit of help from her movement – and I knew that beneath me was a goddess. The goddess of the garden, so to speak. And I had to have what this goddess had hidden from the eyes of the world, until now.

As my kiss deepened, my hand retraced its steps up along the inside of her thighs, feeling the ripples of shivers as my fingertips traced a wandering course toward Nirvana. I could feel the warmth of her nest as my fingertips approached that juncture of hip and lip. Without so much as a glance at her treasure, I placed the flat of my hand against her lips, fingers pointing down into her depths, and cupped the Mound of Passion that she so willingly shared. I squeezed and felt her puffy lips move and quiver with what I hoped was delightful anticipation. I pulled at their fatness and was rewarded with a slight moistening of my palm. I kissed her again and again, sucking at lip and tongue while my hand explored all of her offered regions of passion.

I felt the curls of her nest under my palm and wondered about them. I did not wish to look. I wanted to create a mental image….were they full-bushed and golden? Trimmed into a tiny strip hidden only by the merest scrap of a bikini? Had she done some creative trimming to presesnt a patch triangular in shape? Or was my imagination running away with me and there was little if any covering there at all? A revelation such as this would come only as my lips searched for solace between her thighs – later.

I lifted my face from hers and looked deeply into her eyes as I used thumb and forefinger to grip each of her puffy swellings and tug them to and fro, causing the most delightful scent to waft upwards towards us. “My dear, there seems to be a need presenting itself right about here.” And I slid my thumb into the cleft between those lips and moved it up and down along that lubricated valley. “What on earth do you think we might do about satisfying that need, dear one?”

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

“What on earth do you think we might do about satisfying that need, dear one?”

His hand slipped into my shorts and I was briefly embarrassed that I hadn't put on any panties today. However, his expression of pure lust when his hand slid across my little patch of pubes was enough to drive it away. His fingers dipped lower and my hips rose of their own accord, wanting his touch, craving it. I didn't even want to think about how long it had been.

I slowly gathered my wits enough to speak and whispered, "I think you should keep doing what you're doing...with out all those clothes."

I wanted to be direct...I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I still had enough control to satisfy my dignity.

The look in his eye said enough. I started to sit up to help him shrug out of his clothes, but a look from him reminded me I was to lay still. It was hard to do when what I wanted was to press my lips against his skin as he bared it.
When he was as naked as I, he laid down next to me, pressing his body along the full length of mine and kissed me. His lips were hard on mine...as hard as the brand of his hard cock against my thigh. My fingeres curled into fists, captured next to my legs by my will. He smiled slightly at my obvious discomfiture.

But instead of slipping between my thighs to ease the ache he'd created in us both, he started kissing me...my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my ears...down to my neck, then lower, until his lips found my hard nipples.

 

[Whit00EK]

The lovely woman that reclined beneath my gaze was becoming a bit frustrated – frustrated with my insistence that she maintain her composure and not move her hands. I noted that she had, at one point, clenched them into fists; but now they were relaxed and aligned with her sides and thighs. Her simple response to my question about satisfying an obvious need was one I had not expected. She murmured an indication that she wanted me to divest myself of my own clothing before going any farther. I looked down at her and knew her hands wanted to move to assist me in removing shorts and shirt, but she bit her lip and forced herself to lie there without moving.

It took but a moment for me to be as naked as she, there in the warm shade of the old willow. And I allowed my body to sink down beside hers, facing her side, and knew that the heated length of my cock was pressing against the silkiness of her outer thigh. I watched her eyes flutter a bit as I moved against her and also saw her legs part in an unconscious invitation.

My plan, however, was not to be sidetracked so easily. I bent to kiss her again, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, around to her ears and nuzzled there; down along the lines of her neck and to the spot where neck and shoulder join. There I placed a warm, moist sigh of my own. And my mouth continued its journey toward another Garden.

Crossing her chest and the swell of her breasts, I slid my tongue around the outer and under-slopes of both breasts and then found her aureola, large and brown, and now crinkled with her physical excitement. I circled them repeatedly with my tongue and flicked at the nubbins that stood proudly above those dark circles. Each time I flicked a nipple with the tip of my tongue, I could sense a current surging through her. I teased and tortured her with the very lightness of my touch. My tongue did not invade nor conquer; rather, it coaxed and wheedled its way around the base of those nipples until I felt they were ripe. And my mouth opened and closed over one of them, sucking it into my mouth, holding it there with my lips while my tongue circled and flicked at its rubber-like texture – ten times, twenty, a hundred flicks to each nipple – and my hand slid upward over stomach and ribcage to cup each breast and squeeze it just enough to force the nipple and the entire aureole deep into my mouth. I sucked and lifted my head, drawing each breast away from her body and allowing it to fall back, puddling against her, as I attacked its twin. I could feel her breath coming in harder, deeper draughts and I noticed an increased warmth in the skin of her chest.

I recognized the time for movement. My mouth moved rapidly down across her stomach, navel and into the golden red curls of her tiny patch. I nuzzled and inhaled her scent and kissed her on the pubic bone. My right hand slid between her thighs and my thumb found its way again to that cleft, now so very wet, and teased the opening, releasing more of her female essence. The smell that wafted to my nose caused my own member to swell and throb against her thigh and I pressed my body there, so that she would know I was prepared to fulfill my promise – but not yet.

Swiftly, I moved over her, resting my weight upon my hands on either side of her and looking down at her face – eyes now closed, mouth open and nostrils flared. I leaned forward and kissed her and felt her legs spread beneath me, allowing me to kneel between them as I kissed her lips with a warmth and passion that, only an hour earlier, had seemed lost to me.

As I kissed her face and neck, I reached for her hands and moved them above her head, stretching her lovely breasts and causing the nipples to again poke skyward with anticipation. AT the apex of her stretch, I put her hands in contact with an old, exposed loop of root belonging to the willow. I slid one hand under the loop and she quickly caught on and followed with the other. If her imagination was intact, she would probably understand that I wished her to believe she was tied, chained, or in some other way restrained and forced to accept what I was about to present her. I felt a small smile under my mouth and knew she had joined in the game.

Once again, I allowed my mouth to trace a line from her lips down along her neck and across her breast swells and her stomach. Near the end of my quest, I felt those small quakes and quivers that run across a woman’s stomach when she is either tickled or aroused. Perhaps my beard was tickling her? I think not.

I settled back on my knees and, using both hands, spread her thighs wide enough for me to complete my visual search for Heaven. There it was, but a few inches from my throbbing shaft. There was no doubt about her readiness. There were glistening droplets along the cleft of her outer lips and the small curls at the very edge of her patch were damp and matted.

I slid both hands upward along her inner thighs and reached the point where lip and thigh meet. Using both thumbs, I caressed those lips, running my thumbs up and down along the slit and pulling and pushing at the fat, puffy lips that formed that cleft. And as her body began to squirm and move, I spread those lips with my thumbs and leaned in to kiss her nest in the very center of her warmth. A long, slow, pressing kiss that allowed her lips to move apart farther and my mouth to sink inside their hollow. I allowed my body to recline prone on the green moss between her legs. My face was buried within the confines of her alabaster thighs.

My mouth tasted her nectars and my tongue tested her readiness with soft, probing touches. Her hips lifted off the ground and I could hear soft, mewing sounds coming from her throat. I turned my head slightly and bit into one fat lip and chewed on it before moving to the other. The heat of her recesses was increasing and moving upwards, to nearly singe my beard and face.

There they were! Those slightly rubbery, slick inner lips that every lover of this Goddess Meal seeks. They were now filling with their own rush of emotion and blood and swelling into my mouth as well. I sucked at them and pulled them into my mouth as my fingers pulled her apart so that I might have ready access to her innermost spots.

Her hips were now completely off the ground and she was pushing her Mound into my mouth with heavy, grinding movements. I used my tongue to swipe one, long, laving lick, from bottom to top of her opening and settled in at the apex of her lips to search for the button that I knew was hidden there.

My mouth opened in a small “0” and surrounded the fleshy sheath that hid the treasure. I pressed forward and down and felt the sheath pull back and stretch so that my tongue came into contact with that tiny nubbin of passion that I sought. I touched her with the very tip of my tongue and was rewarded with a heavy groan from the woman beneath me. Her hips fairly smashed into my face, pushing my mouth harder against her bone and forcing her clit out from its hiding place and deeper into my own sucking vortex of a mouth. As I felt the hardness of her tiny shaft, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue and circled around the base – repeatedly, rapidly, softly, but increasing in tempo and forcefulness. I was going to push this lovely vision to the very edge of sanity with my tongue. And I could taste her willingness to join me on the journey.

My hands slid upwards, allowing her lips to push against my bearded cheeks. They were wet and now, my beard was also filled with the essence of her femaleness. I moved my head around in circles, teasing, pulling, stretching skin and hair and causing a new set of feelings to move through her thighs and Mound. My hands now found her breasts and squeezed and molded them, touching, rolling, twisting and pulling at her rigid nipples, as my mouth sucked and licked at her most intimate regions.

For one moment, I released her breasts and lifted her thighs over my shoulders, giving me greater closeness and access, then returned them to massage and make finger-love to her nipples. I raised my head from her now-dripping sweet nest and asked her: “My love, are you enjoying the afternoon?”

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

I felt his cock, throbbing against my leg. I held onto the tree root with all the willpower I had. The feeling of surrender was so intense that I could feel the juice dripping from between my thighs.

He buried his face between my legs and began to lick and suck at my most sensitive spots. I gasped and cried out, but didn't let go of the root. I bucked my hips at him, but didn't let go of the root. I desparately wanted to feel his cock inside me, but I didn't let go of the root.

Suddenly, he lifted my thighs, giving him complete access to my pussy and when next he touch my clit with his tongue, I exploded. All the tension and all the need came together in one rush which made me see stars before my eyes. I cried out with the waves of pleasure which threatened to overwhelm me.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him leaning up over me, and felt the head of his hard cock teasing against my thigh.

 

[Whit00EK]

I knew she had been pushed over the edge when she actually had not intended to go there. Her hands gripped the loop of root as if she were holding on to her own physical sanity. Her body jerked and flopped and ground her wet pussy lips into my face as she gasped and mewed, but never said a word out loud.

As I reached her clit and began my assault, her body went absolutely rigid, back arched, hips lifted far off the moss beneath and her thighs trembling against my cheeks. I sucked that tiny nubbin as far in to my mouth as I could and lashed her with my tongue. Finally, I heard her cry out. Her vocalizations were more animalistic than human – a combination of grunts and hisses and deep-throated groans.

And she collapsed limply onto the moss beneath her alabaster cheeks.

Her eyes were still closed, her breathing coming in huge, rasping gasps as I lowered her hips and legs, spreading them wide apart. I moved up between her thighs on my knees and leaned forward, resting my weight on my hands at her sides. I looked down at her and waited. The swollen head of my own organ was brushing lightly against the wetness of her cleft. I moved a fraction of an inch forward and felt that bulbous head press against the most heated center I had experienced in some long years. I held it there and leaned in to kiss her.

At that moment, her eyes opened slowly and I placed my lips upon hers. I kissed her softly and warmly and touched the tip of my tongue to her lips.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Carrie

My whole body tensed as the orgasmic waves flooded my body. I had a vague sensation of settling back down on the moss beneath me, but I was more wrapped up in the feel of the man next to me.

He rose up above me and I could feel the swollen head of his cock resting against my wet center. Finally, I opened my eyes to see his smiling face above my own. He leaned forward, kissing me sweetly and I met his tongue with my own.

He kissed me so tenderly and passionately yet with an undercurrent of energy and excitement that made my hips begin to slowly buck, as if my pussy were reaching out for his cock. I clenched my hands into fists again...aching to reach out and pull him completely to me.

 

[Whit00EK]

[With an apology to my partner in the garden….I have been out of the country for a bit of time and have just returned. I do hope you have not completely lost interest in the continuation of our idyllic afternoon. If you are still out there, I shall continue…]


I sensed, and then felt her pussy lips reaching for my cock. Her hips did not actually move toward me, or so it seemed; it appeared as though they simply expanded to include my entire being. I felt the head of my cock – heretofore simply resting against her open lips – slide deliberately into a warmth and a wetness totally unfamiliar to me. There have been women in my life, true; but this woman maintained a level of heated anxiety that was foreign to anything I had ever experienced. The heated surfaces of her pussy lips seared my sensitive head and caused a reflexive jerk through my stomach muscles, thereby lodging the head just behind that pair of hugely swollen, fleshy lips.

I felt as much as heard her sigh deeply and relax under my body. She had, apparently, obtained what she had been seeking. I was now inside her and she was content with the feeling. I bent to kiss those lovely lips once again and murmured into her mouth, “My dear, shall I enter the Holy of Holy's now in total, or would you prefer more playtime with only the part that has invaded your inner sanctum?”

 

[Whit00EK]

My partner has left....

OOC: The Countess has abandoned this thread for personal reasons. Though I wish her only the very best in her new, re-born life, I shall miss her creativity immensely.

Would there be another woman out there somewhere who might wish to replace the lovely Countess on our bed of nature's soft, green velvet under the drooping limbs of that ancient willow? Please slide into the game as you see fit, if you so desire.

Edward

 

[ReturnedOne]

Another invitation

Under my new nom de plume I again invite any adventurous woman out there in cyberspace to join in a continuation of this particular thread. I had visions of it developing into a delightfully lengthy piece. Unfortunately, there has been a change in the participants and I am left alone in the lovely, moss-enriched garden.

Is there not a woman out there who has read the beginnings of this thread who might enjoy contributing to its conclusion? Feel free to re-direct the thrust (no pun intended) of the story, if you so choose.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Carrie

My body ached with desire. I wanted him... No. NEEDED him. His cock. Thick and hard. Deep inside of me. Thrusting. Filling me completely.

I looked deeply into his eyes and saw my own burning passion reflected there. As he lowered his mouth to mine once again, my lips parted invitingly as I whispered just one word... "Please."

 

[ReturnedOne]

The afternoon continues...

Gazing down at her, I caught that fire-spark in her eyes which was fighting her willingness to hold onto the root as I had requested. Her head rolled side to side; her breathing was shallow and uneven; there was a bright pink flush covering those beautiful breasts on which I had so recently feasted. I knew she needed a release from my request, but I was not yet prepared to allow her any more freedom with those hands. She arched into me again, and as I felt the swollen head of my cock being pulled farther into her scented recesses, she whispered, “Please…” It was almost as if she had become a different woman.

I smiled at her and again lowered my face to kiss that lovely pair of lips. As I did so, I pulled back a bit and felt the head of my throbbing member pull against her pussy lips and stretch them. I placed but a bit of reverse pressure on my withdrawal, so as to pull her inner lips, but not to actually allow myself to slide out of her. She arched again and tried to hold me inside her. Her eyes clamped shut and she sucked in a long breath of preparation for what she assumed would be my invasion of her slippery slope. But I was still not ready.

Using the slightest of movements of my pelvis, I rocked back and forth stretching and pushing her lips out and in with just the head, not allowing more than that to enter her. She dug her heels into the mossy covering under the tree where we lay and pushed her hips up as high as she could. But I was still in control and would not allow any more penetration than I had already planned.

Sitting up on my knees, I placed my hands under her ass and lifted her toward me so as not to lose the connection. I gazed between her spread thighs to view the juncture of our two bodies. The sight was actually much more beautiful and erotic than I had planned. There was her deliciously moist patch of red-gold curls, slightly matted from her own secretions, and buried in the center was my own branch of life, making every attempt to keep from being dislodged by her pelvic movements. Only the head was now within the confines of her lips, and it stretched those rubbery filaments so that they extended outside her puffy outer labia and created some sort of suction on the head, striving to pull it inside – into darkness and mystery and warmth.

I slid both hands up along her thighs and watched as they rippled along the surfaces I touched. When my hands reached the spot where we were joined, I placed them between us, one on either side of her pussy, index fingers pointing upward and thumbs pointing downward, and surrounded her lips and my cock with them. I began to massage the soft swellings and pushed and pulled at her while my cock-head moved in and out but a fraction of an inch with each squeeze of my fingers. The tips of my index fingers found the sheath that hid her love-nub and I teased her there for several minutes, rolling the hidden treasure between the tips of my fingers.

Now, her mewing sounds had increased and her head thrashed. Her pelvis had taken on a life of its own and was moving up and down, back and forth, around in circles – seemingly all in an attempt to entice me to enter more deeply into her inner sanctum. As I watched, small drops of the most beautiful pearly nectar seeped out from around the edges of her lips where my cock stretched them, and trickled slowly down her creamy thighs onto the velvety moss below. I could feel the increase of slickness against the helmet of my cock inside those lips. I used one fingertip to scoop several drops from the shaft of my cock where they had deposited themselves and rubbed them across my lips. As I did this, I released her clit from my probing and leaned forward again, over her body which was now beginning to tremble – in fear or in arousal, I was not quite certain.

As my face reached hers, I bent to kiss her open mouth with my lips covered with her most intimate secretions. I slid the tip of my tongue into her mouth and transferred the taste of this goddess directly to her. And as she opened her mouth and realized what she was tasting, she sucked at my lips and tongue voraciously.

It was at this moment that I lifted her legs behind the knee and allowed her to wrap her ankles behind my thighs, and slid entirely into her heated wetness. In one, smooth stroke I buried my manhood (or so the novellas call it) deeply into this woman who just moments ago was simply “the neighbor” and ground my pubic hairs into hers, creating a colorful salad of lust.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

My fingers wind around the willow's roots...

as my body writhes against the fingers of the 'Gardener'. Hips arching upwards, my body cries out... the desire so intense that it's almost painful. I keep my eyes closed, willing him...

Soft breathy moans and whispery sighs escape my lips as he rubs his thumbs over my clit. I can feel myself tightening around him, trying to draw his cock deep inside of me. Small, rippling orgasms sweep over me as I struggle against the desire to reach out to touch him, pull him closer, run my fingers over his body and through his hair.

Still, I hold tight to the root, alternately clasping and caressing its length, imagining... Lost in my need for release, I feel him remove his hands from my most intimate of places. My eyes still closed, I find myself holding my breath in anticipation of what is to come next when I feel his mouth on mine. Like a velvet caress, he kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

A gutteral moan escapes me as I taste myself on his lips. Salty sweet. My own tongue circles his in a dance of desire as I press my mouth against his. Hungrily. Breathing, gasping, moaning into him... crying out suddenly as he plunges into my fiery depths.

My eyes open wide as I gaze into his, searching for signs of his own pleasure and I smile. My pelvis arches into his, pushing against him and meeting his every thrust. My muscles clasp around the hardness of his cock, caressing and pulling him deeper as he fills me completely.

Teasing, tantalizing, his hips grind in a slow circle as he moves in and out of me. Our bodies gradually find their own rhythm and the tempo increases as does our mutual need for release.

 

[ReturnedOne]

a fond farewell

Unfortunately, due to increasing restraints upon my private time, I must completely bow out of this thread. My apologies to the Maid and to any readers who might still be following. If there are those out there who admire the Maid and her charms, please feel free to insert yourself (?) into the frame and take my role to its fruition -- in whichever direction you may prefer.