The Garden:
You rolled me over onto my back, a deep look in your eyes, a look of raw desire
the same look I had seen when we entered our room on the train; almost more animal than human. I looked back at you, half-heartily saying, shouldn`t we have some lunch first, a feint attempt at humor
a shortcoming I had when I felt myself being emotionally overwhelmed, almost an involuntary reaction
..but this was different, this time I wanted to go under, wanted to slowly sink beneath the waves.
You laughed, and smiled
..almost expecting that response from me, able
to see into my being, as if looking into a clear mountain lake, Lunch
can wait! You pulled your sweater off, exposing your bra, like your
panties simple in design
light pink, a front latch, with lace along
the edges, but somewhat low cut in the front
..enhancing your already
ample cleavage. I reached up, unsnapping the hook, my head now
completely submerged, yet still able to breathe, my early feelings
replaced by the same animal desire I saw in you. I took your breasts in
my hands, cupping them firmly
..your back arched, your head fell back
as the pangs of desire shot through your body.
You leaned over me, our chests touching, your soft smooth
skin against mine
..your hard nipples brushing against me lightly,
stirring my cock
..your hips instinctively pressing harder against me.
Put your hair down, Angel, I whispered to you as your lips slowly
embraced me
..your hair falling around us, like a wall, shielding us
from the harsh realities of the world around us. We kissed, deep, our
tongues dancing in each other`s mouths, our lips sucking, our chests
heaving
as we became one. I reached up, grabbing your neck, lightly
pulling you into me, your chest pressing against mine, rising and
falling in unison, stirring our passions. After what seemed like hours,
you pulled away, ignoring my pleas
..moving down to my waist,
unbuckling my pants. My cock was engorged with you, bulging, pushing to
get out. You unfastened the hook, unzipped them and pulled them down
and off, my cock springing up, some pre-cum already oozing from it, the
look in your eyes becoming more animal, a deep moan coming out of your
mouth, mmmmmmmm. You unzipped your skirt, pulling it up over your
head, only your white cotton panties separating us. You moved back up
to my waist, pulled your panties to one side and quickly eased my cock
inside of you (you knew I had a slight fetish for panties)
the sight
of it all almost putting me over the edge, my chest and head arching
back, unnnnnnhhhhhh, godddddd. You wasted no time, the raw passion
between us lay heavy in the air, our hearts intertwined, feeding each
other as we sat joined as one. I looked up, there were bright green
vines along the vaulted marble ceiling of the gazebo, having made there
way by climbing, wrapping themselves around the columns,
fuccccckkkkkk, I moaned as you continued to pump your hips into me,
your eyes shut, your head back, your white teeth clamped tightly
against your bottom lip. There were flowers, on the vines
..almost
framing you as if painted by one of the great masters
.the smells
intoxicating me; the sweet smell of the flowers, the raw smell of the
earth, the smell of the harvest, all mixed with the pungent musk of
your juice. My senses were in overload, trying to take it all in,
unnnnhhhhh, godddddd, as you continued to fuck me, my driving my cock
deep into your body, your breasts bouncing, your ass slapping against
my thighs, your sweet juice flowing from within
..your eyes still shut,
all of your energies focused on one thing, fucking me. I have no idea
how long it lasted, could have been one minute or one hour
time meant
nothing at that moment, had no definition that could capture what was
happening between us. unnnnhhhhh, unnnnnnhhhhhh, fuckkkkkk, my back
arched, my balls tightened, my ass thrusting up into you
..your screams
echoing against the vaulted ceiling of the gazebo like a cave. You fell
against me, our bodies steamy and sweaty, out of breath, our chests
heaving, straining to get air. You pulled off of me, snuggling up
against me, your head nestled into my neck
..yet we were still
intertwined, still joined together
a new seed firmly planted between
the two of us that would grow regardless of where this road took us. We
lay there for some time, recovering, our breath coming back to us, our
minds regaining control of our bodies
.Now it is time for lunch, you
said, smiling at me, giving me a wink, and a light kiss on the cheek.
We got dressed, and sat together, as one, nourishing our bodies,
depleted from our session. The wine was white (a German Riesling from
the Rhine valley), and dry, a perfect match for the assortment of
cheeses our host had prepared for us. The bread was fresh, obviously
made that morning in her kitchen
.the sausages were savory and also
fresh. We ate, the tastes, the smells filling our stomachs
.not
speaking, but the silence filling our souls as well. When we were done,
I packed up the basket, while you sat, watching me, a warm glow still
outlining you, the look of animal passion replaced by a new look, one
of knowing, one of contentment, one of understanding, of being. I
helped you up and we were off again,
but not headed down the same road we arrived on. It was late afternoon,
the shadows beginning to creep across the fields, but still several
hours of daylight left. We crested a small hill and visible in the
valley below us was the small village we had driven through after
leaving the train..
..the church steeple rising high from the center,
no building rising above it. We pulled into the square, and I stopped
outside a small cafe. The square was quite busy still, the weekly
market still open, stalls setup throughout
.farmers, butchers, bakers
selling their products. We sat down at a small wrought iron table, a
waiter promptly asking for our order. As he departed I looked at you,
grasped your hand in mine, pulled it to my lips and gently kissed
it
..holding it against me for a brief second, an eternity. Our
espressos arrived and we sat their, sipping, the caffeine giving are
bodies a much needed jump
.holding hands, talking, being one. I noticed
kids playing in the fountain, a dog chasing a ball
a small plane flew
overhead, its propeller making a low drone. You were telling me about
the town you grew up in
..your voice drowned out by that of the plane,
the words no longer words to me. The bright yellow flowers on the
fountain faded to gray
I looked up, saw the bombers, their payload
falling to earth
..the square empty, the air raid siren whaling in the
distance
..then your hand on my cheek. I turned, looking at you, Baby,
you with me honey? I smiled, squeezed your hand and tried to brush it
aside, Yeah, right here, Angel, turning away from you. You grabbed me
again, looking deep into my soul, You are beginning to scare me, is
there something you need to tell me. Remember honesty between us,
always! I took a sip of my espresso, the intensity of its flavor
jolting my mind sharply. I smile faintly at you, looking past you, I`m
fine Angel, it`s not your burden to bear, a quick glance at you, I`m
fine! I stood up, put some money on the table to cover the check and
walked towards the bike. As I put my helmet on and sat down, I noticed
your were still sitting, a shadow of pain visible in your eyes. You got
up, walked over to me, grabbed my cheek and turned my head to yours,
forcing our eyes to join. Your lips moved, words came out, but they
were not necessary, I knew what I had done the minute I stood up,
Baby, when I got on that plane, it became my burden to bear, a small
tear running down your cheek
..I wiped it away
..and pulled you to me.
You sat down on the back of the scooter, leaning against me, squeezing
me tightly. It was a quick trip back to the villa, and in a few minutes
we pulled up to the rear door
..the lady of the house returning from
her garden, having picked what she needed for dinner. We followed her
into the kitchen, setting the basked on the counter, thanking her for
the wonderful lunch she had sent us off with. She smiled, and in her
broken English said, I hope you are hungry, dinner is in an hour! We
looked at each other and giggled, well knowing that we could not
possibly eat in an hour, having just finished our lunch. I thanked her
again and asked her if we could take our meal in our room, a bit later
in the evening
she smiled and nodded. I took a bottle of wine from the
wine cooler and led you back out the kitchen door, your hand in
mine
.across the back driveway, onto a small gravel path. It was dusk
now, a hazy gray cast over the yard
.high boxwoods rising on either
side of the path. We walked a bit further, you could hear the sound of
bubbling water, then through a stone arch
a small garden laid out
before us. It was set in the renaissance style, a small fountain in the
center, various bushes, flowers, and plants laid out in a Greek Key
around it
.the perimeter lined with old cypress trees. We sat together
on a small wooden bench, a slight chill in the air, a soft glow being
thrown by oil lamps in each corner. I opened the bottle of wine, and we
sat together, quietly sipping, snuggling, watching the light fade as
the sun slipped beneath the horizon. I looked at you, gazing at you, my eyes dropping away for a brief second, then back to yours, I`m sorry, Angel, and I softly kissed your forehead.
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