That night we went back to the garden shed, the moon illuminating the stepping stones through the rows of plants. the shed was small and decked out as a bedroom with curtains and a small cot with a comfortable mattress. she took me by the hand in the warm starlight and we walked into the darkness inside.
“stand there I’ll get the light” she said the smells of dried herb leaves and wet earth permeated my senses, acute in the darkness.
there was a glow and a flickering light as a match ignited and I could see her outline work around the room, lighting a few candles. she shook out the match and laid it on tray.
Turning towards me she gestured generally “my abode”.
At a loss for what to do I approached her and took her in my arms. the slight chill in the night air made her warmth more enticing. she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled in close, kidding deeply. her breasts pressed against my chest and she worked one leg around my side so she could press into my thigh, her warm loins making my own ache with want as the blood started to flow in earnest.