He walked into the garden wearing black trousers with numerous pockets and chains hanging down, slight stubble on his chin and a black shirt. He must have been so hot in those clothes. She scanned the crowd and observed the disapproving looks on the faces of the ladies in their floral dresses. So uptight and stuffy, they turned their noses up at him and returned to the conversation of the day.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath caught in her throat, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Tugging on Gary’s arm, she leaned forward and whispered, “I want him.” He turned and watched as the stranger walked towards them. His blue eyes seemed to delve deep into her soul. He smiled, and her heart missed a beat. She felt Gary’s body heat rise, he liked him too. “Hey,” the stranger extended his hand, “I’m Michael.” She shook his hand, so firm. She felt her nipples harden at the thought of those hands caressing her breasts. “Hi Michael,” she could barely talk as he stood so close to her, “I’m Sarah, this is Gary.” “Hi, nice to meet you. It is so good to meet actual people at one of these things.”
Michael remained with them for the rest of the afternoon. They mingled and had meaningless conversations with fake people who turned and whispered to each other when they saw Michael.
By the evening, she was drunk on the scent of him. The heat of the day, coupled with his black clothing, made him sweat, a very masculine, sweet aroma. She squeezed Gary’s hand, looked into his eyes and gently kissed his lips. They smiled. She turned to Michael, “Come for a walk with me.” Her arm linked in his, they walked away from the party. They admired the rose garden, with its rainbow of colours. Stopped briefly to smell the frangipani tree, then continued on to the hedges.
The hedges were about two metres tall, in a square shape. In the center was a small, cozy courtyard, lit with fairy lights. A small fountain was in the middle, with cement benches surrounding.
She led him to one bench and sat down. He sat so close to her, his thigh rested against hers. She could feel the excitement building in her stomach. They spoke about everything and nothing, just relishing in the closeness of their bodies. She turned to him, her face inches from his, breathing in his scent. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, she received the confirmation she needed. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips lightly to his. He tasted so sweet. She felt his hand move over her thigh, resting just about her knee, his fingers moving under her skirt. She felt his lips open and edged her tongue out, into his mouth. She caressed his tongue with hers, moving closer to him, her hands moving over his legs, hips, and shoulders.
They kissed each other hungrily, their tongues clashing in their mouths, her hands pulling him to her. For a brief moment they parted. The need in her eyes, reflected in his. She wanted him to take her, make her his.
She moved off the bench and knelt at his feet. Looking up at him, she moved her hands over his knees, pushing them apart to allow her to get closer. Her fingers dug into his muscular thighs as she worked her way up to the ever growing bulge in his pants. Her hands on his hips, her thumbs caressing his shaft through his pants, she rose up on her knees and captured his lips again, passionately, feverishly. He pulled her to him, a sense of urgency taking over them. She bit his lower lip, pulling away from him, taking his lip with her, one hand grabbing hold of his hard cock, squeezing.
“Oh God,” he whispered. She leant forward, her teeth latching onto his earlobe. “I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me hard.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t miss a beat, lifting her back onto the seat. He pushed her back onto the bench, maneuvering her legs on either side. His hands again moved over her thighs, this time they didn’t stop at her skirt. She felt his fingers tap on her clothed pussy. A rush of electricity ran through her body, and she arched her back. He linked his fingers into her g-string and slowly pulled them down her legs, discarding them on a nearby bush. The fresh night air hit her wet pussy and she shivered. He leaned over her, his body heat radiating over hers. He brushed his lips over hers as his fingers caressed her slit. She drew in a sharp breath, spreading her legs wider for him. He lowered his head to her clothed breast, his lips sucking a nipple into his mouth. As she pushed her chest up to him, he plunged a finger into her soaking pussy.
She groaned and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations coursing through her body. Michael moaned against her breast and drove a second finger deeper into her pussy. She ground her hips down on him, making the palm of his hand press against her throbbing clit. Her hands moved to his belt and quickly dispensed with it. Her fingers expertly undid his trousers and dove inside. He moaned loudly and bit her breast as she grasped hold of his cock. She squeezed him tightly, moving her hand up and down his shaft.
