1 comments/ 13773 views/ 0 favorites A Summer Idyll Ch. 01 By: Flaouterakh It was a beautiful day, at the height of summer, and Jessica enjoyed the feel of the balmy breeze coming in through the French windows, which was caressing her naked body. Alone in her morning drowsiness she pulled aside the silken sheets, crumpled and bearing the signs of the night's passion, and allowed the fresh air to brush gently over her soft velvet flesh. Through the delicate voile of the curtains Jessica could see the makings of the perfect summer's day, perfect blue sky, brilliant yellow sunlight, the heat tempered by a slight warm breeze. She could hear the birds already singing and the leaves rustling on the trees outside the door. Without dressing she stepped lightly from the bed towards the window, and parting the curtains, felt the cool marble underfoot as she stepped over the threshold and out onto the patio. Jessica was turned thirty, yet was still slim and fit, and she walked with an easy grace, her flesh firm and muscular in places, and yet soft and womanly in others. Her skin was of a delicate peach colour, not especially tanned. Her hair was long, light brown and wavy, at this time left loose to cascade down her back. Her figure was curvaceous, her hips beautifully rounded and her breasts quite full. As she walked, Jessica enjoyed the fresh feel of the morning breeze which played around her nipples and ruffled the triangle of soft hair at her groin. As she crossed the lawn, Jessica noticed the feel of the soft tender grass under the soles of her feet, as it protruded between her toes. As she bent to pick up an apple which had fallen from the tree, she enjoyed the feeling as her hair brushed forward over her shoulders, and came to rest on her breasts as she stood upright once again. She had also realised that as the breeze had chance to caress her in the special place for a brief moment, the moistness was beginning to return. As she stood naked in her garden, hair blowing in the breeze, her flesh thrilling at the freedom, she wondered whether any of the neighbours could see her, and the thought aroused her. * * * Meanwhile, at the other side of the village, Markus awoke to the same sunlight streaming into his bedroom through the window. He had had a hot and restless night, alone in his bed yet again, frustrated and yet preferring it that way. Last summer he had known love, and indeed passion, with the sweet maiden whom he had intended to make his wife. As the spring had awakened all green things in the garden which was so dear to him, so had it also awakened his heart of stone, and he had given his all to this dear, sweet girl who had returned his love. Since childhood Markus had always been cautious, as he had learned quite early that if you show any weakness, other people may exploit you. He had always felt it best to be remote and aloof, an island in a sea of people, always in control, so that no one could do that again. But that year, Markus had loved his young maiden with a burning intensity, always wanting to be with her, writing letters of love to her, seeing her as often as possible, ceaselessly telling her of his deep love for her. She for her part found this attention too intense, a little frightening, and eventually told him that their involvement must cease. Markus was heartbroken, and it was as if a knife was turning in the wound whenever he saw her, as she endeavoured to keep at a distance whilst still remaining in the village. During the winter he had mourned long and hard in private. Whenever the weather permitted he completely excavated and redesigned the garden which so reminded him of the time he had spent there with her. It was a cathartic experience for him to dig the ground until his back ached, to move rocks and stones until his bare hands were cut and bleeding and to feel the rawness of the winter sleet and hail upon his face. When the ground was desolate enough to match the state of his empty heart, he was then ready to recreate everything as new in his own design. Markus' first task had been to lay the foundations and to put a boundary around the place. From now on, anything that flourished in his environment would be strictly regulated by him alone. He marked out the positions of the paths, lawns and flower beds, and most importantly, built the wall around his project which would shelter the interior from any invasion. After two months of preparation, the new garden was beginning to take shape. Into the exposed soil could be planted saplings which eventually would grow into great trees. Seed could be scattered and short term temporary plants would provide interest and colour until the roses and shrubs were established. And thus it was with his heart, that it was rebuilt to his design, and walled off against any outsiders. * * * On that morning Markus had awoken from a very vivid dream, in which he had known a woman again. In sleep he was experiencing the things which he would not think about when awake, exciting, arousing things, where he was making love to a woman whose face was obscured. Her clothes were dishevelled where he had pulled at them; one of her breasts was bared, her skirt was raised and her briefs pulled half down. He knew that he had done this. He knew that he had spread her legs and entered her roughly, hurting this symbol of womankind as he plunged his organ deep into her, working off the anger which he felt at her kind. In his dream he thrust and thrust into her, faster and harder, ignoring her cries, feeling her nails scratching his flesh, pressing her down the more she struggled. Finally, his loins burst, he filled her with his semen, feeling the ecstasy and the relief which his climax afforded to him. In his dream the woman disappeared, and he curled up and cried like a baby. These dreams caused him to wake up in both ecstasy and frustration, trying to find relief from the natural urges which he was trying to suppress. He lay there now, hot and sweating, his penis painfully erect and with an ache in his groin. He got up angrily from the bed, ran a cold bath and sat in the chill water until his aching organ subsided. He then dried himself roughly, put on his old clothes and without breakfasting went out to do some heavy digging in the garden. * * * Jessica meanwhile had come in from her garden and run a warm bath. She had put essential oils in the water, and had enjoyed stroking the silky water all over the skin of her shoulders and down onto her breasts, which made her nipples stand erect. She gently pinched her nipples between finger and thumb, savouring the sensation. As her hands strayed over her stomach, she could not resist reaching downwards a little through the water, past the wispy hair of her groin, to explore with her fingertips the pink folds of skin, and enjoy the lovely feelings caused by the gentle tickling and rubbing. As the pleasurable feelings increased, with her left thumb and forefinger she gently tweaked first one nipple and then the other, whilst at the same time plunging her two middle fingers beyond her swollen labia and deep into her opening, and she felt the silky bath water give way to her own rich juices as with her thumb she located her clitoris. She gently moved her right hand rhythmically, closing and pressing so that her sex began to thrill to the stimulation. She moaned with pleasure, and increased her stimulation of her breasts with her other hand, until at last, with a cry, she climaxed, the explosion of ecstatic feeling spreading from the centre of her throughout her entire body. She lay there in the warm fragrant water, still circling her clitoris gently with her thumb, with two fingers still pressing on the sensitive spots inside her. Almost in a dream, she gently squeezed one nipple and stroked the sensitive skin of her breast, still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, until she felt a wonderful, comfortable peace. She finished her bath, rubbed the soft towel gently around her body, and dressed to go to find him, to go and watch as she had done a couple of times before. Jessica wore a new dress, of fresh yellow silk which matched the brilliant sunlight of this noonday, teamed with natural straw sandals. For once she left her long hair loose, and she wore dark sunglasses and a wide-brimmed straw hat, both to protect her from the sun and to enable her to hide her expression if necessary. She had decided to go without underwear, still feeling sensuous from earlier and enjoying the anticipation of her present mission. She began to stroll down the lane, once or twice meeting acquaintances from the village and exchanging pleasantries, secretly enjoying the idea that they did not know that she was totally naked under the dress, at the same time enjoying the feeling of the swollen, moist folds of her sex rubbing gently as she walked, bringing her to a pleasant state of arousal. It was actually not far from her house to his, as their gardens actually adjoined each other, but it took a few minutes to walk down the lane around both properties. Jessica arrived at her destination, one minute strolling nonchalantly along the lane, the next turning quickly down a bridleway along to the place where the wall was lower and her vantage point protected by bushes and small trees. Here she could make herself comfortable, and watch. He was there already. * * * Jessica immediately felt a thrill on seeing him, tall and handsome as he was. He had dramatic features, with dark, almost black hair, brown eyes fringed by dark lashes which formed the contrast with his relatively fair complexion. He had a cleft in his chin which she found quite cute, and she already adored his smile, which greatly added to his handsomeness. He was almost six feet tall, slim and quite broad in the shoulder, and she tried to imagine his physique under his gardening clothes. As he bent over while gardening, she loved to admire his slim hips and shapely bottom as the material of his trousers pulled tight. Whenever he turned her way, she strained to try to see whatever details she could of his groin, wondering what he looked like naked, but knowing she would never see more than his top half if he removed his shirt. He had rolled his sleeves up already, and she could see fine but abundant dark hair covering his forearms. He had undone a couple of buttons of his shirt, and she could now see a glimpse of dark hair on his muscular chest. Yes, Jessica found this man very attractive, and already feeling aroused by her nakedness under her dress, felt a delicious tingling sensation in her loins. She wanted him. On that morning Markus had decided to clear some tree roots which remained after he had cleared one corner of his garden. He had already treated them with chemical, but now had the onerous task of physically removing the dead wood so that he could reuse the space for a workshop. Since about nine o'clock he had wielded his axe, and had managed to remove most of the roots, but was becoming very hot and thirsty. He went back into the house briefly, emerging with a large bottle of water. He took a long drink before setting the bottle down and taking off his shirt, hanging it on the garden fork before taking up the axe again. From her vantage point Jessica was enjoying the sight of Markus, half undressed, doing something so physical. His physique was indeed impressive. Years of outdoor gardening work had made him muscular, not in the exaggerated way of someone who worked out, but naturally fit and strong. Remarkably his torso was as fair as his complexion, which accentuated his dark chest hair, from which a narrow line projected downwards across his taut, hard belly, past his navel, and as his jeans had worked themselves considerably downwards, she could even see where his body hair started to widen again. Markus unbuttoned the fly of his denims, the better to work, thus allowing his zip to widen gradually, revealing his belly and beginning to reveal his briefs, but of course he did not realise that he was being watched. Markus started to hack away at the tree roots with all his strength. Whilst working, he had been thinking about how he had almost removed all traces of the former garden, this being the last. Today he was going to work all day if necessary to remove these roots for ever. Then he would build a shed over this place, and there would be no reminder of the old way of things. Jessica was becoming very aroused as she admired Markus' body. She could feel a thrill in her groin, folds of skin beginning to swell and moisten, her clitoris beginning to tingle as it hardened. As no one would be able to see her, she lifted her dress slightly and with the fingertips of one hand began to stroke gently around her lower belly and thighs, gradually working down to the edges of her pubic hair, and enjoying the tickly feeling as she stroked one fingertip down first one crease of her groin, then the other, ending each stroke with a little flick of the head of her clitoris. She then inserted her fingers into her opening slightly, felt her copious juices and smoothed them outwards, lubricating her labia and clitoris. With a gentle circular action she pressed on her clitoris through the folds of skin, the wetness making the surfaces both sensitive and slippery, adding to the pleasure. Enjoying herself thus, she continued to watch Markus work. For another half-hour Markus worked on the tree roots, slowly making headway. This work was hot and arduous, and his shoulders were beginning to ache. As he was feeling the physical pain, Markus felt that he was expressing and eradicating the emotional pain which he had locked up in his heart, and that this was going to release him. He stopped work for a few moments to take another drink of water, and, noticing that his jeans were loose, slipped them off completely, continuing to work in his white briefs, which with his exertions and in this heat began to cling damply to his form. In her hiding place Jessica was becoming worked up to a frenzy. Today was definitely going beyond all her expectations. She never expected to see this much of Markus. She noticed that his legs were gorgeous, shapely and muscular from all the physical work, and with more dark hair. Above all though, Jessica's gaze was mainly on the bulge in his pants, which was forward and prominent. She could see the outline of his penis along the left side of his briefs, and below it a substantial double bulge. She noted that even while flaccid, he was at least averagely endowed. * * * Markus was really enjoying this demolition work, as he found it so cathartic and symbolic of the removal of the pain which had taken root in his heart. Presently he stopped again for a drink of water, and this time poured some of the water down his body to cool himself, some of it soaking into his pants, and he cursed himself, only half seriously. With a furtive look round to make sure no one would be able to see him even in this secluded corner, Markus peeled off his pants, discarded them, and with his back to her, leaned on the handle of the garden fork for a while to rest. He then resumed his work, and as he turned to pick up the axe, Jessica got a full view of him in his glorious nakedness. He was gorgeous. Broad in the shoulders, his figure tapered to narrow hips, his muscular chest and stomach glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His body hair was damp in places due to his exertion, and clung to his skin. His groin and thighs were covered in fine dark hair, framing his penis magnificently. His shaft was quite modest, and stood out slightly above his balls, the head emerging slightly from his foreskin. As he worked his cock jiggled from side to side with the movement, and Jessica was transfixed. Markus continued his work, finding it easier to work without clothes and actually quite pleasurable. He enjoyed the sensation of the warm breeze playing around his body, in particular caressing and cooling his private parts. Being free of his clothes, he had also put off any encumbrances from the past, and this physical liberation was to him symbolic of this being a time to begin to enjoy his freedom. In addition, the adrenalin generated by the physical labour was beginning to excite him, and his penis was beginning to stiffen. Jessica gasped at this development, which she had never, ever expected. The most she had hoped for was a view of his top half, and just to be able to watch him working and sweating, imagining that he was working and sweating on top of her as he was working his penis in and out of her... But she must not think about that right now, as she needed to save herself. A slight cry of frustration escaped her, which Markus heard, and he turned towards the source of the sound, Jessica dodging quickly behind the tree. Markus walked a little nearer to Jessica's hiding place, affording her a much better view of his naked body, and, with an enormous effort to stay silent, pressed and rubbed on her clitoris as she fixed her gaze on his half-erect cock. He stood for a few moments scanning the trees, shrugged his shoulders, then walked back to where he had left his water bottle. After taking another swig, he poured the rest of the water into the palm of his hand, rubbed it down his chest and belly. For a moment his hand rested on his cock, stretched and squeezed it a little. No, he mustn't do that, not out here, not at all. He didn't need that, as it would set free the need once again. He walked back to his spade and resumed digging. Jessica had never been so excited, and she reached again under her dress, felt for her swollen wetness, and with three fingers massaged herself as she watched Markus working with his back to her, trying to glimpse his sex organs between his legs. She admired the muscular roundness of his buttocks. A couple of times he turned to throw branches onto the bonfire pile, and she could see that his shaft was now in its full stiffness, the skin tight over his balls, his cock at just the right angle to penetrate her aching flesh, which was longing to feel him inside her... but again she must wait. Markus' body was shining with his perspiration as he ripped at the roots and branches, which he knew he must destroy in order to prepare the ground. The hot sun, the exertion and the adrenalin flowing through him at the significance of the task which he was doing all conspired to overwhelm him, and he needed to stop for a while. He put down his spade, walked a few steps to the shade of some nearby bushes, and lay down on his back on the soft grass, his knees bent and his arms behind his head. The grass felt cool and soothing under his back, and he relaxed thus for a little while, enjoying the feel of the breeze around his body, and without thinking, he began to run the fingers of one hand down his body. It would be all right. He would be in control, not anyone else. Without opening his eyes he brushed the soft curly hair of his groin and, cupping his balls with one hand, he gently grasped his shaft and started to massage it with the other hand. Just to feel nice. Just to feel comforted. * * * From a distance Jessica was devouring the scene with her eyes. She was so excited about what she was now seeing that she could wait no longer. Her fingers still inside her wet opening, she rubbed faster and faster on her clitoris, round in circles, flicking it upwards, still desperately trying to keep quiet in case he heard her. As she worked her clitoris, with her other hand she plunged two fingers deep inside her vagina, to that place where it felt so good she could hardly bear it, and pressed... She pulled up her dress to save it, and with both hands was enjoying the heightened pleasure which her clandestine adventure was giving her, still frantically tickling and rubbing her clitoris, which was about to burst, and deep inside herself, pressing her fingertips to that special place... and then the dam burst as, with an intense spasm of pleasure, she held herself open as the hot liquid gushed from her, followed by smaller but deep eruptions pulsating through her body. She gasped as more liquid flowed from her, accompanied by a delicious pulsating just inside her vagina, followed by a feeling of ecstatic exhaustion. A Summer Idyll Ch. 01 * * * Markus, lying on the cool soft grass, was enjoying himself too. In the shady seclusion of the bushes he was lost in the pleasure that he was giving himself. He did not need a woman to stimulate him, as his hand was tighter and stronger than the soft wet flesh. He knew what he could do to satisfy himself, to feel complete. With both his strong hands he pleasured himself, squeezing and kneading his hard swollen penis, cupping and squeezing his balls, feeling the sensations rising, feeling the tingling and burning in his loins, building up gradually until he was ready to climax. With a faint moan of pleasure he gripped his penis hard and pulled the skin roughly down towards the base as his first ejaculation came. Denied for so long, his semen flew copiously from his cock and soaked his belly. With another groan, he pulled downwards again and again, until all his cock-juices were spent, all over his groin and his legs. He felt so free, liberated from the hold of a woman, but cocooned in this, his familiar, special world among the trees, the grass and the flowers. He felt so ashamed at what he had done, as before now he had only done this in his chaste, singular bed, pyjamas pulled down slightly, listening to be sure the family would not disturb him. Both the players in this interlude had acted out their first scene. They needed to exit the stage until the curtain was raised on the next act.... A Summer Idyll Ch. 02 Jessica woke late the next morning, having been restless all night and finally finding a state of deep sleep. The white silk sheets were creased and stained from the night's activity, and her long, brown wavy hair was dishevelled. Her back and neck both ached, and her wrists were sore. Her chest, her face and various other places had been smeared. As she fully came to, she realised why she was in this state: because he had visited her. In a panic, Jessica rose from her bed and quickly slipped down the stairs and along the hallway towards the glazed front door, checking that no outline appeared against the morning light outside. The door was safely locked, and not even a footprint in the soft carpet betrayed any evidence of his presence. Jessica heaved a sigh of relief, still holding the front door catch, leaning heavily against the door until her heart resumed its normal rhythm. In her nakedness, Jessica felt chilled, not only by the unseasonable drop in temperatures overnight. Looking down at herself, she could see gooseflesh on her body, and where the sunlight caught her she could see downy hair standing on end. Seeing her nipples, which were pale brown and full, and stood out prominently from her breasts, she gently took one between thumb and forefinger, feeling its tenderness after he had roughly used her. With her other hand Jessica traced the line with her fingertips down the cold flesh of her hip, along one side of her groin, and flinched when she touched her intimate parts. His shaft had butted her there before he had entered her roughly, when she had still been dry and unready. Her fingers travelled on to her thighs, where the evidence of his excitement still remained. Disgusted, Jessica hugged her naked body and, beginning to cry, quickly walked upstairs, padded across the thickly carpeted landing and pushed open the bathroom door. Sobbing now, Jessica turned on the shower, holding her fingers in the water to check the temperature, waiting impatiently for it to become hot enough. As soon as she could, Jessica stepped into the glass cubicle and turned the water jet to the correct angle before closing the door behind her. She was in a hurry now to remove all evidence of the essence of him from her body. She needed to banish to the back of her mind that this had to happen. This had to happen because she was worthless, of no value, and he had to use her and degrade her. For several minutes she soaped and rinsed herself, paying no heed to the swelling of her tender parts as with soapy fingers she gently rubbed and massaged around her clitoris, drawing her labia out a little as she cleaned every contour; paying no heed to the state of arousal of her nipples as she twisted and pulled them gently; paying no heed to the usually pleasant feeling as she slid her fingers downwards, following the line of her groin, then gently washing the downy triangle of her mons. After some time of cleansing herself Jessica began to calm down. She switched off the shower, stepped out of the cubicle and immediately snuggled into the warmth and comfort of a large, thick bath towel. Wrapping a smaller towel around her wet hair, she began gently to blot herself dry all over, enjoying the velvety softness of the towel on her now reviving skin. When she was all dry, she gently let fall the towels and regarded her reflection in the mirrored wall, the image symbolic to her of a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis as she stepped away and through to her bedroom. Jessica always enjoyed walking naked after a shower or bath, so thus she walked past the French doors of her bedroom, opening the voile curtains to let in the sunlight. She could feel her long, damp, wavy hair caressing her shoulders, and as she stooped to open her bedside closet, her hair fell forward and brushed lightly against one of her nipples. With one hand she stroked her breast before addressing herself to the task on which she was about to embark. She removed a small bottle of rose oil from her closet, and then took a larger bottle of baby oil from the dressing table, placed a small box of tissues next to both, lay down on her back on the bed, and began to relax. * * * Backing on to Jessica's garden were the grounds of a priory, not only the residence of monks and nuns, it was also a retreat where anyone could stay for a while if they wished to escape from the pressures of the world. This was a scenic part of England, and the Priory Gardens were leafy and in full bloom. Markus was employed to tend the grounds of the Priory, and that day he was tidying the roses and shrubs in the garden of contemplation. At the moment he resented having to do this job, as he had so much work to do in his own garden across the village. With his secateurs in his hand, he was trimming back a rambling rose when he glanced over the hedge into the neighbouring garden. He took in the neatly mown lawn, as well as the small pool at one side surrounded by expensive wooden garden furniture. Apart from the gap through which he was looking, this garden was quite secluded, bordered by mature trees on three sides, with younger saplings and shrubs planted in between. Someone must have some money, he thought. He was about to return to his pruning when he sensed movement from the house. Markus watched the woman walking, completely naked, across the room behind the French windows, before she assembled a few items and lay down on a couch or bed. It had been a long time since Markus had seen a woman naked, not since he had been with his true love, that one time before she had rejected him. Markus had loved her fiercely, pursuing her relentlessly, and although at first she had seemed to want to respond to his advances, she had then left him without explanation. Fascinated now by the woman in the house, Markus hid closer into the bushes so as to get a better view. The woman had put some kind of oil on the palms of her hands, and was beginning to stroke and massage her body, starting with her thighs and working upwards past her hips, before renewing the oil and working it into her belly and stomach. She was obviously enjoying the sensation, as her body moved and thrilled under her hands. Markus was beginning to become aroused by what he was seeing, but he began to feel guilty when he remembered that he was in a religious place. He felt an erection beginning to grow. This sight so much reminded him of another girl, another time... It was early the previous summer. Jennifer was a beautiful young girl who lived with her family at the Old Rectory in the village. Perhaps ten years younger than he, she was small, slim and pretty, with long red hair and alabaster skin. He had admired her from afar for quite some time when one day he noticed her looking over his garden gate at the flowers. He loved the way she blushed and smiled shyly as they chatted, and she was impressed by his tall, dark good looks. She eventually excused herself, citing an errand at the shop, and promised to pass by again. A few more of these encounters went on before Markus invited Jennifer on a tour of the garden, afterwards serving her afternoon tea in the rose arbour. Jennifer had by then lost her shyness, and they sat in the sunshine happily making small talk. As Jennifer leaned over to return her tea cup to the tray, she turned to Markus, face uplifted, and looked him long in the eyes. Markus leaned over slowly and, taking her hand, kissed her reverentially on her cheek. Instead of drawing away, Jennifer closed her eyes and drew closer again, mutely inviting Markus to kiss her long and full on the lips. For some time they were locked in an embrace, first of tender sweetness, then increasing to the passion of mutual love. He felt her lips parts in surrender as his tongue penetrated, entwined with hers, as his arms tightened around her and he felt her move in response. He leaned back a little as with his right hand he stroked the side of her face, under her chin and gently ran his fingertips down the side of her neck as he began to unbutton her thin cotton dress. To his delight he found that she was not wearing a bra, so as he displaced the flimsy fabric he exposed the creamy white flesh of her breasts. In between the kissing she sighed with pleasure as he gently held her breast and teased her nipple into hardness. He undid more buttons, parted the bodice of her dress, and kissed her from her chin almost to her navel, before moving to her breasts, licking, kissing and nibbling her sweet pale flesh, returning sometimes to her lips, to bestow gentle kisses and taste her sweetness. Markus was becoming hotly aroused, and knew that he wanted to know Jennifer intimately, right at that moment. With one arm still around her, still kissing her hair, her face and her shoulder, he guided Jennifer from the bench, behind the arbour to the secluded garden beyond. Underneath the lilac tree, he kissed Jennifer deeply whilst sliding her dress over her shoulders and down to her waist. She did not protest, indeed in a dreamy state, she reached out both hands and drew Markus' face to hers, and they enjoyed a long sensuous kiss. Markus drew away a little to admire Jennifer's breasts. In the fresh air and in her aroused state, her pink nipples stood out prominently, and Markus leaned over to flick first one, then the other, with the tip of his tongue, causing Jennifer to shiver with pleasure. Markus then ran his hands down Jennifer's sides to her waist, and gently unfastened her dress a little more, causing it to fall to the ground. He gasped with pleasure at the sight of Jennifer's curvaceous body, a slight rise around her navel and a comfortable softness all over. She stood in silence, smiling shyly, and gently supporting her breasts with her fingers, offered them to him. Markus stood close and gently kissed one nipple, and overcome with passion took her entire breast in his mouth and pulled back a little, before doing similar with her other breast. Jennifer too was now becoming very aroused, and she motioned to Markus to kneel down in front of her, while she offered the rest of her body to him. Having taken off her shoes, she was now only wearing brief lace panties, and as he knelt, Markus traced a line of kisses down her belly, and holding her buttocks drew her closer, whilst continuing the kisses onto the lace, causing Jennifer to moan softly and push her groin into Markus' face. As he continued to kiss her through her panties, Markus traced his fingers along her groin, gripped the fine material and drew the garment gently downwards to expose her final nakedness. He leaned back a little to enjoy his first sight of her private parts. With his fingertips he gently stroked the bush of auburn hair which almost concealed her labia, and she took a slight step to part her legs slightly, to allow him to explore her. Brushing her pubic hair upwards, he uncovered her most beautiful and delicate labia, and gently parted them in order to expose her clitoris. With one finger tip he penetrated her labia slightly, drawing out a little moisture which he stroked upwards and around her clitoris, which caused her to gasp with pleasure as with both hands she drew him closer. Instead of touching her private parts with his lips as she wished, Markus took Jennifer's hands and drew her downwards as he knelt down himself. Kissing her breasts and her belly, he reached down and ran his fingertips along her labia, then slightly inside her, feeling her heat and wetness, before taking his hand away, causing her to gasp. Markus guided Jennifer first into a sitting position, then gently laid her full length on her back on the soft grass. He parted her legs slightly, and savoured this view of her intimacy before leaning forward to touch her again. This time, with his fingertips he gently parted her pink folds of skin, and leaning down, took one of her labia between his lips and sucked it gently, before doing the same to the other. He then traced a line upwards with his tongue, pressing slightly inwards, tasting her juices for the first time. Jennifer's breathing began to be heavy as his tongue plunged into her sex, exploring and enjoying her, then with a strong upward stroke of his tongue, he caught her clitoris and began to pleasure her there, feeling the little bud beginning to grow and harden. Jennifer began to push her groin towards Markus' face, wanting him to eat her, devour her, and satisfy her. All the while Markus was aware that his penis had become so hard and swollen with arousal that it ached. His member was straining at his clothing, and he could feel wet patches on his belly where his lubricating juices were beginning to flow freely. For a moment Jennifer had to wait while Markus quickly removed his shirt and pulled down his trousers, and she could see his very obvious state of arousal as he carefully liberated his penis from his pants and removed the rest of his clothes. At the same time as Markus leaned down towards Jennifer, she spread her legs to receive him, exposing her sex in its full glory, her pale flesh, her auburn pubic hair, her moist swollen labia longing to be penetrated. Markus moved over her and gently lodged the head of his penis between her labia but, overcome with desire, he had to have her, and he felt her slippery warmth as he drove his penis in full length and penetrated her. Jennifer gasped a little at the feel of Markus' penis inside her, but as he began to move gently she enjoyed the sensations, and she bent her knees and pulled him in closer. At first they copulated gently, coordinating their bodies, but the urgency of the moment filled them both as Markus ground his groin against Jennifer's clitoris, speeding up his movements, as Jennifer responded with her body, pushing harder and harder against him, clawing at his body with her hands, calling his name, while he cried that she was lovely, she was beautiful, until a few frenzied seconds where she climaxed, and he felt a slight rush of hot liquid come from her, spurring him on faster and harder, until with a great groan he pushed hard into her, shooting his hot semen deep inside her in completion. For a short while they lay as they were in the now bruised and flattened grass, holding each other close, faces pressed together in intimacy, but after a minute or two they began to come to a little, and realised where they were. After one more lingering kiss they sat up, and then stood as they retrieved their clothes and dressed. With arms round each other, they strolled back to the arbour, not saying much because their bodies had just communicated. Promising they would meet again, Jennifer took leave of Markus, passed through the garden gate and headed for home. * * * But that was then. That was the first and last time that he was with Jennifer. She did not come to the garden gate any more, and seemed to avoid him in the village. Having loved her from afar for months, and now knowing a beautiful consummation with her, Markus thought that they were starting a life together. Every time he sat in the arbour he thought of her, he longed for her. As he mowed the grass, he looked with fondness at the place where their love had been consummated. But still she did not return to him. As he eventually came to terms with the fact that she did not wish to be his, Markus' heart became covered with ice. Starting with the arbour, he began to tear down and dismantle the garden features which reminded him so much of her, and in the following months redesigned the garden totally. During the cold winter he found it therapeutic to work on the garden until his hands were sore and his body ached. From then on he was going to control his surroundings, and no one was going to have any power over him. * * * But now, back in the Priory garden he was watching a woman performing an erotic act on herself. He saw her repeatedly taking more oil from the bottles, and with her fingertips working the oil into the contours of her body, along her thighs, around her hips, circling her belly. Eventually she worked the oil into her breasts with both hands, teasing out her nipples with her fingertips, obviously enjoying the sensual feel of flesh sliding on flesh. It was inevitable that her fingers were going to stray downwards towards her groin, and there encounter a different kind of lubrication, a different kind of pleasure. One of her hands remained on the outside, and she soaked her pubic hair with oil as she circled her mound and found her clitoris. Taking more oil, with her two middle fingers she stroked either side of the prominent hardness, before pressing it with a circular motion which caused her hips to buck with the pleasure she was giving herself. Then with her other hand, having applied a liberal amount of oil, she plunged her fingers deep into her sex, found the special place and started to press and rub upwards. What with a sustained arousal of her whole body, followed by specific pleasuring of her intimate parts, she very soon arrived at a shuddering climax as she arched herself upwards from the bed, crying out in ecstasy, then becoming still and enjoying the sensations. Over the hedge, at the sheer animal level Markus was enjoying the erotic show which he had just witnessed. His groin was hot, his penis was swollen, and he realised that he had been rubbing himself through his clothes and was nearly ready to come. He felt a mixture of emotions at that moment: mainly arousal at the thought of being a voyeur and seeing such a graphic display of private intimacy, also guilt at having such carnal thoughts in a religious location, as well as anger at the thought that his flesh could so dominate his mind which he had so well under control. Moving further into the bushes, Markus bared his penis and relieved himself, disgusted at his weakness. He stared contemptuously at his semen on the ground in front of him, and once he was recovered, packed his gardening things and prepared to leave site. He would have to come back another day, to continue working on the grounds for the open day two weeks later. (to be continued)