The Vernal Equinox was tonight and the moon was full and bright in a cloudless sky. I was restless and wandered the gardens at a slow and hesitant pace. It was as though I were looking for something and waiting for something, both at the same time. Anticipation was lurking in the back of my mind.
As midnight approached, my excitement and restlessness grew. I even took a walk through the maze, exploring as I went. That was something I had not done since my childhood. The big heart shaped maze both thrilled me and scared the crap out of me.
The tall hedges that lined the paths made me feel small and closed in. Only to be spooked by the sudden openings and small formal rooms as I called them that were hidden within. The large heart shaped room at the center of the maze was grassy flat and open. At its center was a white heart shaped marble table and two chairs.
I sat in one of those chairs now, my feet six inches off the ground and I am a tall man. The table was chest high in front of me. I often wondered just how tall the people were that this grouping was made for. Or was it just some sculptors joke. I swung my feet like a child and grinned. I liked a good joke, even when I didn't really understand it.
A sound in the grass from behind the chair caused me to turn and look around the high wide back. I froze as my eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open. A young woman was coming out of one of the passages. She had a velvet blindfold over her eyes and her hands were out in front of her.
My shock was not from the unexpected young woman but from what she wore or the lack there of. Other than the blindfold, she wore shoulder length black velvet groves and thigh high, high-heeled boots of the same black material and nothing else. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the bright moonlight.
Her long curly blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and fell down her back. It hid none of her charms from the front. Her full breasts were slightly mashed together from her arms being in front of her but the dark circles under her nipples were clearly visible.
My eyes dropped down across her flat stomach to her sex. There was a blonde patch of hair on her mound but the rest seemed to be completely hairless. I felt my tongue run over my lips at the thought of how it would feel and taste to eat that sweet looking treat.
The young woman took slow careful steps, testing each foot placement as she went. Her hands moved slowly from side to side and up and down feeling for any obstacle. I wondered who she was and why she was in my garden. I wanted to ask but I did not want to scare her.
Actually, it was more a matter of my wanting to look at her. She was strikingly beautiful of both face and body. She was one that young men drooled over and old men sighed about, in fond memory. At the present, I was doing neither. I was just gaping at her like a fool.
She drew even with the table and paused. I tried to will her to walk on so I could see her from the back. From the side she was as awesome as she was from the front. A firm looking, high rounded ass in the back balanced her large firm breasts out. I have been an ass man all my life and here was perfection.
She slowly turned toward the table and cocked her head to the side. I held my breath and tried to slow the wild beating of my heart. She turned her head slightly and cocked it the other way. She seemed to be listening or maybe trying to sense where she was.
A moment later, in a high sweet voice, she asked, "Who is there?" She paused as though waiting for an answer and then said, "I know someone is here, please answer me."
When I cleared my throat, her face turned directly toward me. "I'm Theodore Roberts and this is my garden you are wandering around in."
"I'm Rebecca Aims and I'm glad to meet you. You can call me Becca if you like, everyone else does," she said politely.
"Uh, can I ask why you're wandering around my garden naked and blindfolded?"
She smiled sweetly and replied, "I'm the sacrificial virgin this year."
"Uh huh," I said and then asked, "Exactly who are you being sacrificed to?"
"I'm not sure but someone will come along to do the job. Maybe it's you, since this is your garden."
"Is this where the sacrifices are always made?" I asked to cover my embarrassment at her assumption.
"Since I'm not sure where here is, I couldn't tell you for sure. I heard one of the other girls say that she sure enjoyed her sacrifice last year."
"Was it the spring equinox or the fall?" I asked, suddenly very interested in what she had to say.
"I'm pretty sure it was the fall. The girl from the spring ended up pregnant and had to leave school."
I gasped loudly as several parts to an old puzzle fell into place. My father had died of a heart attack right here in this very place at the fall equinox last year. The gardener had found him naked by this table and chairs.
Now I also had reason to suspect that the large chunk of missing money from his estate went to a certain young lady from the spring. "How long has this sacrificial virgin thing been going on?" I asked as my brain put pieces, places, and times together. A lot about my father became clearer.
"I was told it's been a tradition for around a hundred years or so," Becca replied.
"A hundred years?" I said sharper than I meant to. That would have been when my grandfather first bought this place. There were family rumors about him being connected to a cult of some sort. Witches, warlocks, and virginal sacrifices played a big part in the rumors.
Becca had moved closer in my direction and her hands found the table. "Is this table heart shaped?" She asked excitedly.
"Uh, yes, it is."
"Good, then I'm in the right place. I was told to find this table and then to climb up and lie down on it. My prince would be along to take my gift before the moon set."
"Uh, what would happen if he didn't show up?" I asked.
"It's never happened before that I know of. Each year two girls make the sacrifice and twice a year our school gets a large check to cover expenses. That is what I was told anyway. My name was drawn for this spring."
I licked my lips at the thought of ravishing this beautiful young thing but in the back of my mind, I wondered if I could really do it. My grandfather had been a brutally mean asshole and my father was not much better. The beatings from my father had nearly driven all the man out of me.
"Would you help me up onto the table?" Becca asked as she felt along its edge.
Without thinking, I slipped down off the chair and held out my hand. I shook my head and frowned as I realized the mistake I had made and reached for her gloved hand. I pulled on it gently and said, "There is a chair right here you can climb up on."
Her free hand found the arm of the chair as she moved in my direction. I put the hand I held on the seat and let go of her. I took a step back and sighed deeply as I go my first look at her ass. It was gorgeous, even more gorgeous than the ass of our upstairs maid.
My dick stiffened even more than it already was at the thought of Queenie, the upstairs maid. She was my one encounter with the female sex of a sexual nature. Everything I knew and had ever done had been with her. I had loved and lusted after her for five years.
Then my father had found out about it and fired her. I came in from school to a severe beating and no Queenie. That had been the end of my childhood and the day I started to truly hate my father. It was also when I realized why my mother had left for parts unknown. I still wondered why she had not taken me with her.
I watched the moonlight play on Becca's skin as she felt around on the chair. The subtle play of muscles sliding under her skin made me shiver at the memory of my hands on Queenie. She had been tall and lean with muscles from the hard work of scrubbing and cleaning. Memories of the slide and movement of those muscles under the skin on her back as she rode me hard in the linen closet, made me tremble long and hard.
"I think I'll need a boost, if you don't mind," Becca said as she tried to lift her leg far enough to get her knee on the seat of the chair. "Either I got smaller or this chair is too big."
"It's the chair. They and the table are out of scale toward the large side." I told her as I stepped closer.
I swallowed hard as my hands hovered over her ass for a second and then I moved them up to her waist as I tried to figure out the best way to help her without helping myself too much. My hands were shaking as I touched her waist.
Becca jumped and giggled. "Your hands are cold. Cold hands, warm and loving heart, they always say."
There was no love in my heart, warm or otherwise. My father had killed any that had ever been there. My mother had carried the rest off with her. I sighed as I tried to lift the young woman. I could not get a good enough grip, without hurting her.
I moved one hand to her far hip and cupped her closest ass cheek with the other. Becca gasped at the touch of my fingers so close to her sex where her leg was raised. I lifted her until her knee was on the seat and then I took my hands away.
Her warmth had startled me for a second and now my face was even warmer than that as I stared directly into her pussy as she climbed up into the chair. I was close enough to see the fine dusting of blonde hair on her outer lips and the bright pink of her slit. The darker pink rosebud of her anus was something I had never seen the likes of in my life.
Queenie had been dark brown back there and had forbidden me to touch her asshole in any way, shape, or form. For all of her slutty, wanton ways, Queenie was very prim and proper in most ways. I was a quick welcome fuck from time to time but she was always respectful. I think I was a way of getting back at my father for her.
Becca held onto the chair back as she got to her knees and then used the arm for balance and security as she turned around. I stood by to catch her is she happened to slip and fall. She then used her free hand to search for the table.
"It's higher up." I prompted.
She raised her hand a foot and found the edge of the table. She smiled down in my general direction and said, "It certainly is high and out of scale, isn't it."
"Can you get up on it from there or should I come up and give you a hand?"
