A night in the garden (Part 1)

Jamie and I had been seeing each other for roughly two months, so it was long enough that we were feeling comfortable in each others company both in the bedroom and out, yet not so long that we had not finished completely exploring each others bodies and fantasies. We were however getting sick of the bedroom. It was summer and my flatmates and I had recently moved into a bigger home, a beautiful old Victorian style house that got the summer breeze through it every afternoon as the sun went down over the beautifully tended and reasonably sized backyard. My flatmates had gone away for the weekend and Jamie and I had the house to ourselves and I suggested we make the most of the balmy summer evening; order some food and have a picnic in the backyard. Jamie agreed to go out for the food as I said I would have our picnic spot set up better than he could imagine by the time he came back.

The back yard is surrounded by tall fences and as it was already late in the evening, I wasn’t concerned about our privacy knowing full well that we would be having more than just dinner on our perfect spot on the lawn. I pulled out blankets and long cylindrical pillows so that our little picnic area looked like a sultans lounge softly lit by bowls with floating tea light candles. By the time Jamie arrived back I was reclining regally on the blanket against the pillows smiling and sipping my wine with a knowing look as I saw the sparks of approval in Jamie’s eyes… I could see he had lost interest in dinner.

I had hardly eaten a thing when Jamie put his plate down, he was laying on his stomach and had moved over to run his hand up the inside of my thigh, putting his head against my leg and slowly starting to kiss his way up my thigh. I tried to pretend I wasn’t interested and playfully ignored him continuing to savor my meal. I had purposely made sure I was all easy access and as his hand slid up under my skirt allowing him to realise I didn’t have on any underpants, I couldn’t help but put my plate down and give him a cheeky smile. He gently parted my lips with his finger, feeling for the first time that night how wet I was, with a deep breath he closed his eyes and licked his lips as we both realised what we were in for. He playfully looked up at me, gave me a wink, and with a laugh and a smile wriggled his head up and under the loose fiiting knee length summer skirt I was wearing.

He started by gently kissing my inner thigh and just around my lips and as I reclined a bit further to make myself more accessible to him he started giving me the softest open mouth kisses caressing my lips down below. As he slipped his tongue in gently I gave the deepest sigh and had to stop myself from losing it right then and there. All I wanted to do was grab him and sit on his cock, as I knew by now it had to be hard as hell, but I was enjoying savoring the moment and knew we would be here all night. I was so excited and right on the edge, but he could feel how close I was, and looked up at me shook his head and told me that it wasn’t time yet. By that stage my skirt was wrapped solely around my waste and he wriggled up some more starting to kiss and lick his way from my belly button to my breasts pushing up the loose fitting singlet top that I was wearing and sucking on my nipples (that by now were standing on end in anticipation). Putting his weight slightly on me he moved up to give me one of the hottest kisses I think I have ever experienced – I could taste me in his mouth! As he slid his hand back down over my breast and down to gently put a finger inside me, I completely lost it and started to shiver and shake, squeezing his finger as I let myself go for the first time that evening.

~ by Rati Kurukulla on February 2, 2010.