What We Do In Our Gardens (A part 2)

A place of solitude, my garden has never felt lonely before. The past few weeks, it has. A silence lay over the humble grounds, currently blanketed in a fine mist. My gaze was not on the promised dew hanging in the air, though. It was on the fence that partitioned my property with the house next door.

Her house. Where she sleeps, showers and exists. My mind has wandered to [THAT NIGHT](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pkjuhl/mf_the_nook_at_the_end_of_the_garden/) again and again. My hands don’t feel like her’s. It couldn’t feel the same without her. A big, cold, sigh inhaled and then exhaled served to cool me off.

Grow up. She’s just more mature than I am. Obsessing like a teenager is not cool.

“Is that my new friend I hear?” The voice called from over the fence.

The gasp stuck in my throat. Was it a miracle? Some divine wink? However it could be the opposite. Was the price my soul? Had some devil heard me begging in the depths of my soul for another chance to be with her?

“It,” I said, clearing my suddenly dry throat, “is.”

“Hope you’ve been doing well.” Her voice tickled my ears like fingertips up the bannister of stairs. “I missed you.” The words were coy, but ballooned an exaltation in me.

“I’ve, uh… yeah. I’m doing okay.” In the face of actually making conversation, all planning and ability to be debonair vanished, leaving a desperate man who was terrified of saying the wrong thing. Wondering if it was the wrong thing to say, I finally managed to add: “I’ve thought about you a lot.”

“Well then,” her words accented with a chuckle, “I had the desired effect. Are you smoking?”

“You caught me just about to go back inside.” I replied truthfully. Leaving out that I’d been standing listening for a few minutes to see if she appeared.

“Do you want to come over here and join me then? I’m cold and lonely. We can share.” Her words spoke of cold, but they held a heat that burned my face as I took a deep breath. It may have been an expectant mind, but her words seemed pregnant with double meaning.

“Sounds wonderful, give me a moment.” Brilliant, no voice crack. Calm, and cool, that’s me. She wouldn’t notice that my legs had turned to jelly as I walked to the gate between the two properties. I was suddenly intensely relieved that my routine was shower then a smoke, and not the other way around.

Letting myself in, I felt as though I had pierced a veil. The garden was incredible. Dozens of pumpkins littered the grounds in artistic and spooky designs. Ghosts, ghouls and goblins sat in dark corners, frozen in their most terrifying moments. The indoor of the house was alight with draped decoration and orange and green lights.

The lady of the house looked incredible.

“Do I look spooky enough for Halloween? You’re the first person to see me in costume. I’ve been so busy making it, I feel like the last two weeks have disappeared.”

The noise I made in acknowledgement was a mixture of relief, annoyance and an attempt to be blasé all at once. Relief that I’d not been ignored and forgotten, as my brain had been desperate to believe. Annoyance at myself for caring so much.

“You look incredible.” The truth was the easiest thing to say in the world.

An incredibly intricate outfit had transformed the diminutive angel who lived next door into a perfect succubus. Her exposed skin painted red perfectly accented the black leathers and lace that made up the rest of the outfit. Two dainty horns sat on a plastic band atop her head.

“The horns take a million years to do, so they’re being saved for Sunday night.”

I hadn’t thought of Halloween as something to look forward to in years, but that perspective may have just completely flipped.

“You look incre-” Breath catching as she did a slow twirl, I simply stepped a little closer. I wasn’t confident enough to say I *knew* where that tail was attached but I had a good guess. Her whole back was open, her incredible outfit held together using a strap at the neck and lower back. The flowing skirt she wore was small, just over the knee, and it flipped as she spun a little quicker. Her hair, normally a dark brunette, was now a ruby red, flecked with black.

She said nothing else, stopping her spin before she got dizzy. She walked towards me, her impressive heels making sharp impacts on the stone path. With a grab of my collar she pulled me in, her lips warm and her tongue insistent. Unsure where to place my hands, unwilling to harm the costume, it was her hair that I gravitated to. I pulled her lips more firmly into mine, feeling permission and acceptance.

We pulled away, her eyebrow arched perfectly and her grin said she could feel my desperation.

“It feels like a costume.” She said, as she took my hand and guided me to a lovely seating area. A large foam spider was also seated at the table, a deaf and silent party to our conversation.

“I mean, it’s a fantastic costume?” I hadn’t known how to respond. It *should* feel like a costume, right?

“I meant what I wear the rest of the year, sweetie.” No one had ever said the word “sweetie” in such a sexy way before, I would stake my life on it.

“That makes sense. You definitely drained all of my lifeforce the last time we met. A succubus fits you well.” A trick of the light, her eyes seemed to flash green at my words, her smile bright even without the sun.

“I’m glad you recognise it.” Her smirk had evolved into a lip bite and I moved myself closer to her on the large bench we were now sharing. She tilted her head as she held aloft her smoke. I nodded, moving closer still and placing my hand on her thigh.

“I’m very glad to have the opportunity to repay you… Ma’am.” I felt foolish, using words I had only learned the importance of in frenzied, confused searches for answers.

“Oh, is that right? Well, I have to say I’m glad to hear that. Did you have something in mind?” Her eyes were locked onto my lips, so I kissed her with all the passion she had instilled in me. I kissed her lips before moving my fingers up into her soft hair. Moving her head slightly, I kissed her earlobe.

My own body shuddered as hers did. I continued kissing, my lips soft on her neck and collarbone. My knees hit the floor before her as my hands touched her exposed parts of skin. Fingertips tracing faux scratches on her back and my lips finally kissing her thighs.

“I’ve been desperate for you, ma’am.” Confidence grew as her reaction to my words felt natural. She wants me, I finally accepted within my own thoughts. Her gorgeous breasts were hidden behind black leather, her softness evident behind the boiled outfit as my hands grasped at her.

“That was my intention from the start.” Her words were interrupted with slight shakes and minute gasps. “Have you been obsessing, my sweet man?”

I couldn’t answer. As my lips had moved up her thighs, she had unclipped part of the outfit. Delicate red lingerie was the only thing between me and her. My lips met lace and pressed in, desperation and desire mixed into a perfect cocktail. Throbbing, I began to put my hand down my jeans.

“No.” She quickly put her hands through my hair and pulled, bringing my eyes to hers. “You said this was for me didn’t you? Behave.”

I nearly purred as she put me into my place, releasing my hair and letting me return to between her thighs. Suddenly more encouraged to do my best, I endeavoured to be as memorable as she was. The bench was a blessing and a curse, as restriction breeds innovation.

“Can I get a better position, mistress?”

“It’s ma’am. You were right the first time.”

“Can I please get a better position, *ma’am*.”

With silent acknowledgement, she moved. The taste of her sat luscious on my lips and tongue. With a deft movement, she removed the lingerie in a way that could only be described as witchcraft.

“This is how I like it, too.” The gorgeous succubus before me turned, leaning over the wooden seat and showing me a glimpse of heaven. I was right about the tail. It felt like my soul was on fire, every fiber of my being just desiring to hear the noises as she cums.

“May I use my fingers, ma’am.”

“Only one.”

I groaned with a smile, biting my lip before sucking my finger. The cold air emphasised her warmth as my finger pierced her. Every movement felt perfect, as though I knew exactly how she wanted me to move. Her words of encouragement and direction made my mind melt.

“Please, ma’am, can you cum for me? I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” I leapt happily into the role, full of confidence. She wanted me in the ways I wanted to give myself, and it turned the night electric.

“I want you to feel me cum.” She said, turning and nearly tearing my jeans down. Her hand continued playing with her clit while her other pulled me down. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, already rock hard. “I still love the taste,” she said, through mouthfuls of me. She pulled away after making me slick. The icy cold of the night stole some capacity for thought.

Her body enveloped the cold, and replaced it with warmth. Tight, firm, shuddering warmth.

“Oh my god, you feel so fucking incredible.” It was almost hard to breath, the sudden relief that my dick was feeling coupled with how perfectly our bodies fit together sent my mind to oblivion. All acting and playing disappeared until we were two people fucking, biting, scratching and moaning with no regard for anything but making the other feel good.

“I’m going to cum.” I lamented, aware that she hadn’t.

“Give me your fucking cum. Now.” Her serious tone and expression rocked my emotions and sent a direct command. Like a hose with a kink in it, the pressure began to build. “Give it to me. It’s mine and I want it.” Her voice was picking up speed, catching slightly itself.

“Are you going to cum, ma’am?” I was so close. Taking everything to hold it back, waiting for the answer. I moved my hands from pinching her nipples down to her clit as I asked.

“Yes. Now come with me.” She was whispering right into my ear, sending a tingle through my spine. Her tongue licked the inside of my ear as she let out a final moan before tensing. I fucked harder, giving up on holding anything back.

Our howls lit up the evening, screaming and shaking together. A constant stream of welcomed “thank yous” came from my lips, but that was definitely reciprocated. We lay, catching our breath, in our mess for a while. We had moved at some point to the soft grass, and her costume had been carefully dealt with throughout.

She picked up the scattered wings, bra and finally, with a wink, her tail.

“Get yourself a costume, there’s a party in a couple nights and you’re my treat.”

My head dropped back onto the grass as she went inside, planning out what I could wear. Thinking of our calls into the night, I decided werewolf and started to head back inside.

“Until then, ma’am.” I said, blowing a kiss.

“Until then.” She replied, catching my kiss and putting it into her pocket.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qbf0vr/what_we_do_in_our_gardens_a_part_2