Crazy 18 months, right? For everyone, not just me. For myself, it was a year locked in a small apartment. Me, Her and the dog. Roovie, our lovely little cockapoo, was a godsend. Just to get out of the house.
I love being outdoors.
That’s why I stifled. That’s part of why Her and I fell apart. In the ensuing cataclysm of my life, I ran back to my childhood home. A bungalow in the sleepy center of England.
It had changed a lot. Not especially gentrified, but the people living around were a lot nicer. It only took twenty minutes to be offered a number for weed, which helped my mood immensely.
I always loved my garden growing up. A peaceful area of zen, hydrangeas of various colours dotted around. A quaint little shed that facilitated many late night smoking sessions with my friends.
“Did you get that green?”
I recognised the voice, a tickle from a teenage memory. Summer time giggles with a husband who apparently threw away the best thing in the world, as far as my seventeen year old memory stated.
It came from the other side of the fence, and it took my tiptoes to get the angle to see her. The gorgeous, newly single woman that shaped my desires for years. Short, so I couldn’t see her over the fence. Dark hair and tanned skin that made her feel different. Would it feel different?
“Uh, yeah actually. The guy was really quick, so thanks for that.”
“Well, if you told him that I gave you the number, that’s probably why. He likes to hurry when I’m involved.”
That smirk and eyebrow raise were enough to flutter my heart. I think she noticed that I had to clear my throat before speaking again.
“Right, well… I can understand why people rush around for you.”
A slight pause before her beautiful voice lost some of it’s confidence for a moment. A catch that I heard in her breath that… must have been something else.
“Can I come sit over there with you?”
A string of “yes”, “of course” and “please” leapt from my lips before I could rein myself in. The fence between our properties has a small gate, and it clicked open as she walked into my sanctuary. The moonlight was strong tonight, the air crisp and still. It wasn’t a warm day, and a cooler evening still but she wore a sundress and stockings, making me struggle not to bite my lip.
Her beautiful frame was the silhouette of my dreams. When I say perfect body, I mean perfect. From her cheeks, to her collarbone, to the cleavage just barely hidden, I traced my eyes. Looking back up, I found her dark eyes looking right at me.
“Hey! You grew up! Wooooow.” I took the cheeky banter in stride. We moved around the garden, trying to find a place that was comfortable enough. Chatting about how things had been while I was away, what we’d both been up to.
We’d never spoke like this before, but… I supposed that we also hadn’t ever been *able* to speak like this before. Every small flirt gathered a round of applause from my inner-teen. Coming to terms with the fact that she *clearly* knew something was on my mind, I sat and flirted back.
“So wait, you haven’t had a blowjob in *how long*?”
God, how did we end up talking about blowjobs? She was teasing all the information out that I didn’t know I needed to talk about.
“Well, yeah… I guess it’s been about 4 years now. My ex didn’t like to give them and I didn’t want to be pushy.” It was hard to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
“FOUR YEARS?!” The goddess from next door howled, before shushing herself remembering I don’t live alone. Fuck, how I wish I lived alone right now. “Well… what else have you been missing?”
Something about the way she had asked. Something about the genuine sound of concern for my sexuality and desires broke something inside and the answers all streamed out at once.
Yes, I wanted someone to want me. I wanted someone to tell me I was desirable and not just a thing that lived in the same house. I wanted to feel safe to say the things I wanted to.
It wasn’t until my eyes were slightly wet that I realised I may have overshared. I looked into her eyes again.
The force of her desire sent goosebumps over me. Her eyes told me exactly how much she’d enjoyed being talked to about these things.
“You deserve those things, baby.”
A new pitch to her voice. A slight purr to her words that wasn’t there before. My slowly hardening cock pulsed at her tone and words. I leaned towards her and she did the same. Her lips slightly parted, she whispered into my ear.
“Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.” Her words lifted me out of my seat and I followed her direction. “Your garden has something mine doesn’t, and I’ve always been really jealous.”
If you look to the end of my garden, you’ll see a row of hedges. However, if you walk closer, it becomes clear that it’s less of a wall and more of a clearing. I always called it my nook. I came here to read a lot, smoke sometimes… And sometimes play with myself.
Like I said, I like the outdoors.
“You weren’t as subtle as you think you know.” A breathy whisper from in front of me. Julia stopped and I walked into her slightly. She grabbed me as I did, grinding on me slightly and making me shiver. “I know you used to play out here. I could see the light of your phone sometimes at night.”
Mortified but also exploding with sexual desire, I stayed silent so that I wouldn’t scream or moan.
“Sometimes I would think about coming down here to help you out.” Her hands now slid behind her back, grabbing me. “Fuck that’s hot. You’re so hard… and *thick!*.”
Years of not feeling desired seemed to start sliding away. That’s right… I am sexy. I can flirt and turn people on and be wanted. Unsure what to do with my own hands, I threw them up at my sides. Julia turned to face me, taking my hands and placing them on her body. We both shuddered.
“Can I ju-” She slammed a hand onto my mouth, pushing me back against a tree. Not painful, but forceful in a way I never knew I needed.
“Shhh now. I’ll take care of you, so don’t worry about anything.” Her slow voice was accompanied by a slow, careful stroke of my cock. Each gentle touch making it pulse. She kissed my neck, with a small bite, and my hands found their way between her thighs.
She closed them before kissing me and smiling.
“You can’t help trying to please others can you? Stop it. I’m in control now.” Her voice hardened in a way that hit my inner ear perfectly and I became mush. Putty in her hands, I knew I would do anything and everything she told me to do.
So when she said lay on your back and close your eyes, I did exactly that.
“Remember,” She said, hand tracing my chest. “You deserve this.”
On the final word, I felt my consciousness shake. The feeling of her mouth against my skin made me feel like I was made of electricity. A soft, wet, warm tongue that moved in ways I had never felt. The noises coming from my throat were nothing compared the noises being made in her’s.
Each bob of her head removed a barrier. I began waxing lyrical, hands running through gorgeous brunette hair.
“This is incredible. Ohhhhhh my god, how are you even- HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!”
My mind being scrambled, I fell into place. I allowed myself to enjoy and be enjoyed. Finally hearing her words as she sucked every inch of my cock, I revelled in them.
“Oh. Muh. God. It’s. Shoooo. Pretty,” She sat up and swallowed down some saliva, “Your dick is immaculate, fuck. And this was going to waste?”
She dove into it again, being gentle where gentle made sense. And being *rough* where it made sense for that too. It felt like an eternity of pleasure, each lick, suck or kiss being extended for days.
“Well… not wasted any more. Fuck, I’m losing my mind.”
At my encouragement, she doubled her efforts. And then doubled them again. She felt my breath quicken, the signs of the finish line coming up. As she noticed, she pulled out half of her smoke from earlier and in an acrobatic manoeuvre, placed it in my mouth without ever letting go of my dick. Lighting it, I inhaled and I couldn’t hold back any more.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum. Fuck. You might want to move, I cum a lot and this is… going to be… fucking… insane.”
Instead of moving to the side, she instead buried her nose into my stomach. All of my eight inches pulsing desperately in her throat and I moaned and gasped and came more than I’ve ever come in my life. I couldn’t help but try to hold her head but I needn’t have bothered.
She drained every drop of me. Every growling, moaning, pleading drop as we sat in the nook at the end of my garden. I was a shivering, mewling, twitching mess when she finally released me.
Without breaking a sweat, as though she’d been doing nothing but sitting, she took the last of the smoke from my mouth and took a big drag.
“Mmm. That was delightful. Shall we say, same time, same place tomorrow?”
With a kiss, she went back to her own home, humming cheerily. I stayed on that grassy floor for at least 15 minutes before getting back up.
It’s been a while since I looked forward to the future, but I can’t wait for tomorrow now.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pkjuhl/mf_the_nook_at_the_end_of_the_garden