I love walking in the gardens at night. They hold a lot of memories for me, both old and new. But my favorite gardens are the rose gardens in my backyard.
My name is Lauri, and I live in the country. My father owns a nice peice of land to grow his prize flowers that supply many florists in our city. But we have our own private rose garden with benches in the center.
Now being an only child to a single father, well it has many disadvantages. But the worst of it is, is the overprotectiveness.
My father doesn't like to think of me as being grown up, he still thinks I am a little girl. But I am not, I am 24 years old and I have a great figure.
I also have a great lover. Which leads me to my tale about the rose gardens and the benches.
My lover and I have been together for three years now, and sometimes we have to meet in private. You see, he is married, but his wife is a very sickly woman and doesn't enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Which is why he has me.
We want to come out and tell the world about us but for now we will stay in secret for the most part.
For this his name will be James, and we will leave it at that. Here is my tale about one of the most memorable times we have had together.
It was a dark and quite night, with very little starlight, but a full moon, so I knew that it would be special. I was waiting in our spot, amidst the roses on our favorite stone bench. I knew that he would come soon, but I had to wait until his wife was sound asleep.
He didn't live far and never made me wait. On that night I was daydreaming about a life together when he came upon me. I didn't hear him come up, but I felt him wrap his arms around me and start kissing my neck.
I moaned into the night and just let my head roll back so that he could gain access to my neck better. His hands roamed all over my upper body, grasping my breasts and making my nipples hard through my thin shirt.
I didn't wear a bra that night because I liked the feeling of my bare breasts in his hands right away.
"You have been naughty, haven't you?" He whispered.
"Yes I have, but I know you like it."
"I love it when you don't wear a bra, but I love it even more when you don't wear underwear."
I grinned at him and heard him groan. I knew that he was pleased that I wasn't wearing anything underneath my skirt and top.
He slid his hands down and started to pull my skirt up over my legs so that he could gain better access to my pussy. I was already so wet, but knowing where his hands were going made me even wetter.
When he felt my bare, shaved pussy, he started to rub my clit and tease my inner pussy with his fingers.
I could feel his cock growing against my back and knew that tonight would be hard and rough, but slow enough to make it last a while.
I reached my hand around and grasped his cock through his pants. When I did that he shoved his fingers inside me with a groan of pleasure.
I moaned into the night as he fingered me rapidly. I jacked his cock off the best I could through his pants, but not hard enough to make him cum.
Our game was that he would make me cum first with either his fingers or mouth and then we would make love.
I was so close and he could feel it because he started to slow down a little to prolong it.
"Not yet my little love. Tonight we will make this last. Because I have something to tell you after we are done."
That statement got me curious and what I wanted was for us to make love already so that he could tell me, but also I wanted to make it last.
