2 comments/ 26067 views/ 2 favorites Garden Pleasure By: battleaxe_babe This story is copyrighted (c), all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. *** Grace sat in her black mourning dress and waited, her hands composedly resting in her lap. From her bedroom she could hear every noise in the house. She heard the brisk steps of her personal maid rushing up the stairs to take advantage of the extra time off she had just been awarded. A few minutes later she heard the elderly governess come upstairs for her last check of the house, the bunch of keys tied to her belt jangling at every step. Then she retired to her quarters upstairs, and the house fell silent. Grace sighed at the view of the clock; there was nothing else she could do to occupy her time other than wait, so she adjusted her position in her chair to be more comfortable. She was about to create a scandal; she thought it would be a far better choice to go to sleep and forget about it all but that was impossible. Her heart cringed at the thought of suffocating her youth into a black dress. Henry had lived his life for sure, given the rumors she had heard, and she was still waiting to live hers. 'I did not think it would be like this,' she murmured to herself in an attempt to justify what she was about to do. Mourning customs required her to exclude herself from society for one year following the death of her husband, and spend another year with only limited contact. She would not receive visits except from close relatives, and her social events would be limited to church services. Had it not been for church, she would have never seen David again. On Sunday her eyes scanned the congregation, but rather than return diligently to the prayer book, they stopped on someone's shoulders, someone on the other side of the aisle. Holding her breath, she tried to get a better look, but from her position she could not really say for sure who the man was. 'David, if only it had been him for real...' the thought alone had been enough to increase her heartbeat, while her nipples hardened under her corset. She blushed violently as she realized the effect simply thinking of David still had on her. 'I must offer you my deepest condolences for your loss, Madam.' It was David's voice outside the church calling her. She looked at him and saw no difference in his appearance from when he had left, but she was too surprised to talk. 'I did not know...' she hinted in a low voice. 'I returned last week, my cousin informed me about Henry.' Grace nodded, reminding herself to be careful with her words in public. Her eyes followed the line of his chin, wishing she could have another kiss like the last they had shared that night. 'It wasn't a happy marriage, was it?' She was embarrassed to admit it: 'Uneventful,' she finally allowed, 'but it couldn't have been different, he was away so often.' David was a merchant without a title; he had later bought one, but society still did not recognize that as important as being born with a title. 'I could make you happy.' He whispered in her ear as he walked away, just in time before people spotted them and started to talk. Shaken out of her daydream, Grace felt her stomach growl. The servants had already retired to their bedrooms and it was still early to see David, so she put her slippers on and silently moved through the house with a rustle of fabric. The kitchen welcomed her in the quiet darkness; she grabbed a piece of bread from the basket and was munching it silently while staring out the window into the dark garden, when she heard someone walk into the back garden. She stood immobile in the dark, and the light of the moon filtering through the window glowed on her face as she looked out, recognizing the man. At the door she called out 'David.' From the tone of his first words she knew he was grinning: 'I thought of coming a little earlier. After all, you deserve all the time in the world.' She did not move, feeling awkward and slightly reluctant, as if it had not been her who had invited him, but he wasted no time in encircling her waist with his arms, 'I have wanted you for so long.' Grace moaned at his touch and her nipples hardened like the day after Church, but she pushed him away, saying 'Not here,' and dragged him outside. The door closed behind them, leaving them out in the dark garden. A light mist was rising from the ground in the warm night, making the garden shine in the moonlight. Grace knew every inch of the garden, and guided him through the intricate web of alleys, their steps crunching on the pebbles. Her heart raced within her chest; the excitement of doing something forbidden and the fear of being caught by a servant increased her tension, and she felt a moist patch start to spread on her underwear. She took him to the gazebo, the octagonal structure and its decorative woodwork drawing mysterious shapes in the dark and mist. David halted her run, grabbing her by the waist; she let out a squeal and giggled, finally free of the moral restraints of widowhood. Their lips met in a kiss and her hands caressed his bearded face. Holding her tight, David savored the sweetness of her lips 'You are just as sweet as the first day.' Grace smiled 'In the pantry, with your mother yelling your name' her cheeks reddened with the memories, while his hands fumbled with the laces of her corset. She thought she might explode with the passion burning inside her. How she wanted him, to hold his hardness in her hands, to have him inside her. She couldn't do without him one more moment. Shivers of pleasure ran down her while body when his fingers made it through all the layers of fabric, opening a tiny gap in the strings of the corset. Frustrated he pulled and tore the fabric enough to push the corset away and free Grace's breasts. Her white pearly skin shone in the moonlight. David was so hungry and his mouth searched for her nipples. 'You are a feast for the senses, Grace.' His lips closed around the dark areola and sucked in the pointy tip. David was the perfect lover, sweet and passionate at the same time. Overtaken by the pleasure shooting through her body, Grace's fingers ran freely through his hair and her body arched against his. She could feel the stiff manhood in his pants pressing against her groin. He was reawakening feelings she had thought were buried deep under her good wife's manners. She moaned loudly in the dark night, and her hand wandered down to touch him; all she wanted was to hold his turgid stiff manhood in her hands like a whore, kneel and suck him. His pants slid down to the ground and he stood naked in front of her, his stiff member pointing up in all its glory. David's eyes closed when her hands grabbed his penis, without a hint of shyness. Looking down, he had the heavenly vision of his lover in a state of undress, her corset ripped open and her bare breasts shining in the moonlight. Her hungry mouth was ready to welcome him and her hungry, excited eyes were looking up at him. Sexy, hot, he was at a loss for words to define her, so he just caressed her head as an invitation to continue and she slowly slid his cock into her mouth. It was hot, tumescent, and its manly scent brought Grace to a new level of excitement. Her lips closed tighter and she moved her head, swallowing and releasing him faster and faster. The blood rushed away from his head, and he felt like passing out, but he was determined to give Grace what she needed. David's hand moved to her chin and lifted her off his cock. The cool air of the night hit his swollen manhood and he bit his lip 'Not just that Grace, this night is for you.' and grabbing her hand he pulled her up to let her dress fall to her feet. They lay on their own clothes on the floor and David pulled Grace on top of himself. Her cheeks reddened when she straddled him, and his manhood pointing up gave her a clear message. Her hands closed on his stiff member as she resumed her sucking that had been interrupted. David moaned and his hands reached around her hips to pull her pussy closer to his face. He inhaled her scent and gave her a first lick. She wiggled, her cheeks turning even redder at the thought that Henry had never done that to her. She was learning, and David seemed to be more than eager to teach her when he plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, urging her to take care of his cock. Her lips closed around the tip and slid down to the base, swallowing his entire length. His hips lifted as if to accompany her movement, her tongue played with the tip of his cock then she swallowed more of him, again...David hadn't had that treatment in a while, and struggled to fight the urge to come. His tongue concentrated on her parted lips. He took one between his lips, wiggled with his tongue and licked hard until Grace moaned hard enough to wake the servants. Her furry mound was tickling his chin and he placed a kiss on it, only to return to the rose unfolding between her legs. Grace tasted like a fresh drink for a thirsty mouth; she was soft, smooth and most of all eager. The touch of his tongue into Grace's most private parts made her pant heavily, she also let out a moan that worried her for a moment; it was too loud. But David was quick to shift her attention elsewhere, to her swollen clit that was now begging for release. Plunging two fingers deep in her pussy, he felt her muscles contract against him, he moved his fingers in and out in a slow regular motion and placed his thumb on her swollen clit. Grace could have fainted; she lost hold of his cock and grabbed his legs to keep some sort of control when the wave of the orgasm took over. His fingers filled her, and her muscles tried to hold them in forever. For a moment she stood immobile, the pleasure having drawn a blanket of fog around her that was thicker than the fog in the garden. A second wave caught her in her immobility, and her whole body shook as David's mouth closed on her clit and sucked it hard. Not once, but twice. Grace had never experienced anything similar before, and immobilized, with her eyes closed, she felt David slip away. Then she felt his touch again, strong hands closed around her hips as he wasted no time in plunging his cock deep into her wet opening. She was wet, swollen, still quivering from the pleasure she had just experienced. 'More.' She thought how could there be more. She was discovering a new world. With the treatment he had just had he couldn't help but being close to his own pleasure. It was Grace's night though, and with quick and powerful strokes he filler her. Filled and released, filled and released...Grace would groan loudly at every fill and crave his cock as soon as it slid out of her with ease due to her wetness. Soon she felt another orgasm build up and David felt it too, with her pussy so hot around his cock. He pumped harder, losing himself into Grace, pounding her with more passion than he had ever had for a woman. She screamed and clawed at the ragged clothes under her hands. The world, the gazebo, everything disappeared around her. David let go at last, grabbed her hips even harder and held her close, unloading his hot load of semen into her. Grace fell on their carpet of clothes and David followed, still inside her. 'See, I could make you happy' he whispered to her ear. Grace had no strength to reply, but her smile said it all. Garden Pleasure Ch. 02 Chapter 02 -- New World This story is copyrighted ©, all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. *** 'You don't have to live like this, you know?' David's voice broke the silence in the garden; they were still lying on their ragged clothes. Grace opened her eyes in the dark, her chest still rising and falling rapidly from the recent pleasure. Her silence encouraged him to continue. 'I mean the black dress and all. You have never loved Henry, so why to keep up this masquerade?' She felt a sting inside, like her pride had been hurt. 'Henry was a good man,' she quickly retorted. 'Yes,' he nodded in the dark 'He was. But he's never been yours.' Grace remained silent, lying immobile as if she wasn't even there, his words burning in her head. 'Look at yourself, Grace,' he restarted 'You are barely one and twenty. You have an inner passion that cannot be tamed by a mourning dress; especially if you're wearing it for a man that never understood a single thing about you!' She sighed, her awareness that his words were so true burned her inside; but what escape did she have? 'You could always ask my father for my hand,' she prompted quietly. 'But you know it would not work.' David shook his head, 'He will never let you marry someone who bought a title, especially now that you are a widow and he has the chance to make another profitable match.' Grace sighed louder, sad that their passionate escapade was finishing on a sad note. 'You have a way out. My ship, the Constantin, will sail at the break of dawn.' She gasped 'You don't mean that...' 'I do,' he stopped her 'Establishing an office in New York has its advantages. The captain of the Constantin is waiting for me to leave and he is a dear friend of mine. There will be no talking, if that worries you.' David paused and the silence of the night fell between them. He could feel her hesitation, she would ask him to make love to her one more time, and he would oblige, but then they would part. Grace closed her eyes and felt like she couldn't even think, let alone make a decision. Ideas were buzzing around in her head like flies, annoying her more than anything. For a moment she felt so small and useless. Her voice broke the silence: 'I'm coming.' David turned, surprised, his eyes scanned the dark to see the contours of her body. 'Yes, I'm coming,' she confirmed 'And I should start preparing everything, there is not much time left.' She got up and hurried away, barely covering herself with her dress. The last thing he saw of her were two round butt cheeks shining in the moonlight. His cock reacted, springing up fiercely, already recovered from the recent action. His hand closed slowly on his member, holding it in a firm, yet soft grip. In his mind, images of her pale skin in the moonlight started to take shape. The image of the inviting roundness of her breasts prompted his hand to start moving along his cock in long, slow strokes. How badly he wanted to taste one of those sweet nipples. Even though she had barely left, he wanted more. And he would have it. He got up and dressed, tucking his hard-on into his pants; that would have to wait. He walked towards the house to see if he could be of help. ... For the second time that night Grace sat and waited. Her mind raced, making lists of things she had just done and more lists of things she had forgotten. Her hands moved restlessly in her lap, torturing the burgundy fabric of her dress. 'Mourning is over,' she thought. She had left a note her personal maid would find first thing in the morning. There were money and letters of recommendation for the servants; the house would go back to Henry's family. Everything seemed to be taken care of, but she had so little time to think of everything. It was dark in the carriage; David could barely see Grace on the opposite seat. She was nervously fiddling with the fabric her gown, the pale skin of her hands moving frantically. He felt a sting of guilt, and wondered if asking her to come with him on the Constantin wasn't too much for little, quiet Grace, the woman he had fancied since he started to grow hair on his chest. He had never known her as a woman of action; she was respectful, calm and considerate. She was also a beauty with desires that only needed being awakened. This he knew so well. 'I can take you back.' He immediately regretted saying so; another woman could never be the same as Grace. Grace's silence agitated him even more. Damn! He had never been that nervous around a woman. She did not speak, but he felt her touch on his arm. Her fingertips traced a path climbing up to his shoulder till she could reach for him, then she moved, and with a rustling of fabric sat beside him. Her hand moved down his chest, making the erection in his pants grow wild, and prompting him to forget his worries once and for all. 'No,' she whispered to his ear 'It is so difficult to leave everything behind, but you are right; I could never be free here.' Feeling the conviction in her voice, David finally relaxed, and lay back in his seat. He wanted to take her badly but there would be time for that later. *** Dark, it sure was dark. Grace looked at the quiet ocean under the ship and her eyes moved quickly to the few lights still visible on the coast; they would soon disappear. By now, she knew, the servants must have found the letter with the instructions she had left, and her parents must have been informed. 'Father will be furious.' she thought, but consoled herself with the though that she had made sure to keep her destination a secret. If she hadn't, she could see someone being sent after her, maybe a future husband she was yet to meet. That part of the ship was quiet enough; she could hear the voices of the sailors working in the bow, distant from her favorite spot, and sheltered enough from everyone's prying eyes. In the pale-colored nightgown she was quite visible, even in the dark. 'Regretting something?' David's voice broke the silence, and she turned to see a shadow against the few lights of the ship. 'Never.' David's hands touched her waist and he immediately felt the tension growing in his pants once again 'Good, you know I want to teach you a couple of things tonight.' Grace's eyes widened in the night; her nipples hardened in anticipation. He felt her excitement matching his and his hands cupped her breasts under the thin muslin of the gown. He fumbled to lift her nightdress high enough; Grace gasped at his audacity. The wind helped, and in a moment she was naked from the waist down, the breeze cooling her legs, and David's hands igniting fires that would need the whole night to burn out. His fingers gently explored her inner folds. Loving his touch, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, resting on his shoulder. She relaxed in his arms, and gave up to the tingle that started growing deep inside her. David moved with expert strokes to awaken her excitement himself; she was so wet his fingers were covered with her juices and her body felt so hot against his in the ocean breeze. He felt her muscles clench around his fingers and he stopped moving. Grace opened her mouth to protest but his lips covered hers in a deep kiss, and his tongue played a dance with hers, taking hold of all her thoughts. Blood rushed to her head, she felt like vanishing in his arms, as if that burning flame of passion could take both of them away. David watched her closed eyes with a smirk; in the light of the moon her pale skin shone brightly. Her eyelids opened slowly and her eyes analyzed his smirk, then she opened her mouth to talk but he stopped her 'Wait, there's more to come tonight.' and holding her hand he guided her into the bowels of the ship. The wooden deck welcomed them with a squeak. Being the shipowner, he had right to a passenger cabin, which was smaller than the Captain's cabin. The door closed behind them, and David's hands touched Grace's waist, encircling her in a hug. Then he slowly removed her nightclothes. His lips approached her ear and he whispered 'And now your lesson begins...' With these words, she let him bend her over on the bunk bed. The light of the single oil lamp painted shadows on Grace's skin, and fully exposed Grace's bounty before his eyes. Her furry mound protected her moist swollen lips. She was so excited -- the glistening wetness at the entrance of her cunt was just another sign of how eager she was. His cock pushing up fiercely in his pants, David smiled, 'Not long before you have your relief,' he thought. A probing finger touched her cunt lightly, tickling her dark hair and exploring the soft folds of skin around the sweet opening. 'Ah, Grace, you would be every man's dream...' he whispered 'Take me.' She sighed. 'Not quite yet darling, there's more to come.' He smiled. His finger plunged deeply into her cunt, reaching the deepest he could go; Grace arched her back against his finger. He licked his fingers clean; she was so arousing he felt his pants would explode. David started tickling her cunt. Inebriated by her feminine fragrance, his tongue whirled rapidly around her clit and explored her slit. Grace thrashed in search of relief from the powerful pleasure, but he did not let her go and grabbed her by the hips. David stood back; his eyes ran over his lover's smooth thighs. Hell, Grace seemed to become more beautiful every time they made love. He caressed her buttocks, and his fingers moved gently where Grace couldn't even imagine, her most shameful place. His finger started circling rounds and round her puckered hole and she gasped with emotion, being torn between stopping David from his shameless intentions and enjoying the darts of pleasure shooting through her body. 'Yes dear, Grace...I know you like it' David turned to retrieve a bottle of oil from a shelf, giving Grace time to catch her breath 'David, we shouldn't...' 'Shhh' he silenced her 'You'll discover a new world tonight.' And after having oiled his fingers he returned to her back hole. He touched her center that reacted with a relaxing for a moment. David's tongue returned to her slit while his fingers circled around her asshole. Spread open in front of him, she was a magnificent vision; for a moment David thought he could come in his pants like an adolescent boy. Her ass twitched with his touch, clearly ready to accept more. He was totally willing to give it to her. His index fingers pushed in the center and penetrated her ass with one fluid motion. 'Oooh' Grace sighed in delight, unaccustomed to the totally new feelings darting through her body. 'Oh yes dear, see what you have missed all these years?' Grace did not reply, but remained immobile, trying to control her own body. He retired his finger, and starting to circle once again with two fingers this time, he lowered his head to her pussy once more. With another swift movement, he plunged his two fingers deep into her ass, spreading her further. He loved the feeling of his fingers inside her; she was so ready for him now, but he wanted to remain still for a moment to let her get accustomed to the feelings to come. He slowly withdrew his fingers, catching a glimpse of the pink walls of her ass that would soon welcome his cock. The oil having lubricated her ass, it was now glistening in the light of the oil lamp and totally ready to welcome him 'Take me.' She whispered, barely in control of herself. 'Yes, now yes.' He replied. Standing back he removed his clothes quickly, letting them fall to the wooden floor of the cabin with a rustle of fabric. David moved closer to her ass and caressed her thighs, already imagining them shaking behind his blows. Closing a hand on his cock he guided it against her puckered hole and applied gentle pressure. Grace sighed and wiggled a little, but he cooed her and caressed her back while applying steady yet gentle pressure to her hole. He felt her entrance giving way slightly, his cock was doubtless bigger than his two fingers, and for a moment he wondered if she would be able to take it, but Grace, mighty Grace, she was a woman made to make love, there was no doubt about her skills. Grace felt his hard shaft pushing softly at her ass, and losing all inhibition, she clawed at the bed sheets under her, and pushed against his shaft. Her ass spread around the girth of the head of his cock, and she felt like it would never stretch enough to let the big shaft. She moaned 'It's...' panting from the effort. David caught up 'Big, yes it's big. My big cock is slipping up your asshole, Grace, do you like it?' He paused, still only halfway into her ass. 'Say it Grace, do you like it? Has Henry ever fucked you this way?' She bit her lip in that limbo of pain and pleasure, and yelled, 'No, no. He never did this to me, and I like it. Fuck my ass David, fuck me!' while pushing against his ass. For a moment, her behind went numb, flooded with the feelings of his cock popped right inside her ass. David stood still with a grin, enjoying the view of her hole stretched around his shaft. Grace was wordless with the new sensations, her backdoor violated. She loved it. She had never felt dirtier, yet she was enjoying every minute of her reproachable behavior. Very slowly, David pushed further inside to complete his penetration of her bowels. Her ass seemed to want to follow his cock, stretching a little further until his balls touched her cunt. Grace moaned hard 'Fuck me, please take me now...' David smiled. 'I am happy to comply, milady.' He grabbed her hips, withdrawing slowly from her tight ass. It seemed like it would close forever if he left it, so he shoved his cock back in, and Grace panted, clawing at the bed sheets even harder. He did not let her wiggle away, but instead kept hammering deeply at her hole, moving ever faster. Grace was now feeling a delightful mix of burning and tingling, pleasure and pain; she was totally wild, and screamed with pleasure, without a care as to who could hear them. Her long curly hair danced with his blows, covering and uncovering her body as she moved under him. David grabbed it, and she arched her back in response, letting out a deep sigh of delight. 'More' he thought, and he felt like he would be swept away by a wave of pleasure. Grabbing her hips even harder, he shoved his cock the deepest he could, taking the final plunges that still separated them from reaching their pleasure. Grace's body thrashed like it had never before, and she totally lost control of herself. The world around her disappeared, and she shook from deep within, her insides churning around her lover's hard meat pounding her ass. After a last deep plunge, David shot his load in her bowels and cried out in pleasure, collapsing on Grace, still inside her. Feeling drained, David rolled onto his side in the bunk bed and his cock slipped out, revealing the sore redness of Grace's battered asshole. Grace touched his arm with a tired smile; she had loved the lesson.