Garden work

I do love my garden. It’s large enough to allow me to stroll very lightly dressed without having to worry that I will upset the neighbours or cause a car crash - because even though there’s a reasonably well trafficked country road leading by the house people are usually busy keeping their eyes on the road… and there are parts of the large garden where drivers-by will not see me unless they actually stop and walk onto my property - or use a pair of binoculars. A bright yellow sign by the gate - Beware of the dog - usually makes people think twice about entering the property. 

Yep, it is a lovely garden and it is a lovely day. I’m home alone today and I’ve found a nice spot in the half shadow under the lilac bushes. I occasionally see cars passing approximately a hundred meters away, but the birds twittering above me and the light wind rustling the leafs is cancelling out all human made sounds. It is heavenly. I’m on a thin mattress reading a remake of Shakespeare’s Macbeth and it’s not until a large shadow  falls over my book that I realise that I’m not alone. There’s a person standing just feet away and I haven’t heard anyone coming. It’s alarming and I feel extremely vulnerable to lie here half naked. I squint against the sunlight, but I still can’t make out this person's features… Who the hell IS this and why is this person on MY property..? I’m starting to get pretty darn annoyed and thus overcome the feeling of being exposed. 

”What do you want and why are you in my garden?!?” I demand. No answer, no movement. What the fuck..? 

I repeat my question in a higher voice - and even though I’m more annoyed than afraid I can hear that my voice has a strange vibrato to it. All those horrible news programs about murder and violence suddenly feel a bit too real and I try my best not to show that the tendrils of panic is sneaking around my spine.

Suddenly the person speaks. ”You never answer the phone.” Now that’s true. I hate phones, I hate them passionately. I hardly EVER pick up the phone when it rings. ”I’ve been calling, but you never answer and you never fucking ever call back.” 

I know this voice. I would recognise that voice anywhere.  

”You never answer the phone and you’ve made me come all this way. You, my little slut, need to learn a lesson.” A quick step forward and he pats the tree trunk. ”Get your ass over here and hold on to the tree.” I hesitate. ”Now!” 

I get up on my feet, I feel a little lightheaded - and I don’t think it’s all due to the sun. 

”Arch your back” he commands. ”Spread your legs a bit for stability.” His hand slides down my back and stops just where my arse curves the most ”Now, be quiet while I tell you why I have to do this.”

”You…” a hard slap lands on my bum. ”…need to…” another slap hits the other ass cheek ”…start picking up…” his palm connects with my behind with quite a bit of force ”…the damned phone…” another slap ”…when I call you!” 

His hand now strokes my back carefully, caressing my bottom… I try to explain myself. 

”But I…”

Three slaps in quick succession. ”I don’t want excuses.” Three more. ”I want you to obey.” He grabs hold of the hem of my panties and in one quick tug they are not panties anymore, but scraps. I give an involuntary yelp, partly of surprise and partly because of the slaps that now connect with my bare skin. It feels like the hide on my behind is burning now and I know that it probably looks like I’ve been sunbathing and forgotten to put sunscreen on my ass. It’s a strange sensation, this… I ought to get angry, upset… humiliated - but I don’t. I’m excited. I feel very much alive and I feel absolutely randy. 

There’s a slight rattling and I know he has undone the belt in his trousers. I keep still and I wait. Now his hands are on my hips and there’s the smooth hardness of his cock resting against me. I push back, trying to guide it into me - but no such luck. Instead I get rewarded with two more hard slaps on my ass. 

“Turn around.” There’s something in that voice that makes me want to obey immediately and I quickly spin so I’m facing him. He is still fully dressed, the erect cock sticking out, pointing at me. I want to touch it, taste it. I feel like I’m bewitched - I simply can’t take my eyes off it. Still not looking him in the eyes I plead “Please, may I touch it..?”

“Yes.”

I squat down and stroke my cheek against the length of his cock. Velvety smooth and hard at the same time. I lift my chin and look up at his face, meeting his eyes as I part my lips and kiss the tip. My tongue sneaks out, twirls around it before I open my mouth and take it in as deeply as I can. He opens his trousers and the gravity pulls them to the ground, I don’t much care about the laws of physics at the moment, I’m busy caressing, stroking and working his cock with hands and fingers, lips and tongue. I’m rewarded by a sound that is more a growl than anything else and a distinct pulsing sensation under my fingers. I let his cock glide in and out between my lips, increasing the speed little by little, changing the pressure to figure out what works the best. Sooner than I expect I hear a rather harsh 

”Stop.” 

I look up and open my mouth, letting his cock rest on my lower lip and tongue. 

”Stand up. Lean back towards the tree.” 

There’s a weird creaking sound in my knees when I straighten my legs and do as I’m told. My upper back is supported by the tree trunk and I obediently spread my thighs wide as he leans in and my already very wet pussy gets wetter as his tongue presses against me, lapping what feels like the very core of my being. I close my eyes as I feel one finger entering me, then another, moving inside while he is licking my pussy, pushing that talented tongue against my clit. It won’t be long now before I come - but just as I sense the first wave of the orgasm the fingers and that wonderful tongue disappears….

…only to be replaced by a very hard, very wonderful cock pressing into me and when he’s filled me up as much as humanly possible that orgasm washes over me, making me shudder and my pussy is cramping around his cock moving decisively in and out of me. He’s got one hand around my arse as he’s fucking me hard and the other rests at my throat, pushing my back to the tree. I lift my right leg, hooking it around his waist, pulling him even deeper and he throws his head back moaning loudly as he comes in me, with a few more hard thrusts.