2 comments/ 12607 views/ 2 favorites A New Garden Grows Ch. 01 By: CrossCountryLover This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events are fictional. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story portrays graphic sex and masturbation. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then please stop reading now. There seems to be a group of readers who enjoy character building and the setting of a tone and a mood before jumping into the sex. I agree and feel it adds to the eroticism of the story. Sex without emotion is what all the other organisms on this planet have and it's what separates us humans from them. Therefore I believe that just like with real sex, understanding the emotions involved enhances erotica as well. I have tried to create characters and situations that the reader can relate with and feel themselves. I am new and posted a shorter story a few weeks ago to try this out. Didn't get much of a response. Please comment and vote to let me know if you like this story (as well as my first one). If so, this romantic and erotic tale will continue... Many thanks to LadyCibelle who graciously accepted the job of editing my work. She has help make a good story great! I have noticed it is not easy finding a good editor on this site and LadyCibelle is an example for all editors to follow. * Prelude Tony smiled and his heart jumped when the instant messenger software rang its special chime and he immediately knew that she had logged in. She had not been on IM for over a week and he had begun to worry. He had also spent some restless nights wondering if she would ever IM him again. Especially after what had transpired. "Hello there, pretty flower!" He typed. He hit send and silently prayed for at least an acknowledgement from her. A happy face came back in reply. Tony gave a little sigh of relief and typed, "Glad to see you're smiling." Tony knew that only a few months ago she had not been very happy. "Thanks for the other night." Cynthia typed to Tony followed with a blushing emoticon. "The pleasure was all mine", replied Tony, happy that she, at least, was conversing with him. He contemplated following it with a devilish smiley face but held back. Hesitant as to how far to go with her, Tony's palms began to sweat, unsure of what to write. Afraid of what she would write next. Had he pushed her too far last time? Have her emotional walls been put up too high now? He felt his pulse quicken, as he sensed he was about to find out... Chapter One At 27, Cynthia found herself still single. She had focused on getting through college and then launching her career with her newly earned MBA. She had just landed a job with a consulting firm in San Francisco and had recently moved from the east coast. Now with her career as a mid-level operations manager settling in, she became anxious to find a romantic relationship. A few bad experiences at the nightclubs and blind dates turned her search to what seemed to be the 90's way of finding a partner. She turned to the Internet. Being a novice she started cautiously and because she had an interest in gardening found a chat room on the subject. It is there she met Tony. He was one of about 10 to 15 people who would regularly log into this chat room for people in her local area. She found Tony to be witty online and many of the comments that he made to the group made her smile and laugh, even though he was just a beginner at gardening. While being a novice at gardening, Tony was comfortable around the computer. Cynthia, being a novice to computers, discovered Tony's expertise and she would also use him at times to help her explain certain areas of the computer. He introduced her to instant messaging, when he found she wasn't familiar with it. He then emailed her directions on how to download the software and how to get an ID. Cynthia continued to explore the Internet and found it intriguing. You could find groups of people to chat with who shared any sort of common interest. One intriguing site was one that shared erotic stories. While she wasn't a virgin, and while she also felt she didn't know all there is to know about sex, she was comfortable with her sexuality. Even still, Cynthia was somewhat reserved in person. However, she found the anonymity of the internet brought out a hidden flirty nature she didn't know she had. Cynthia cautiously began to explore the singles areas and soon found herself flirting with lots of guys online. Fueled from some of the fantasies on the erotic story site she tried cyber sex and found it fascinating. If you found a good partner it was better than masturbating in private. However, she didn't find a desire to go any further with any of them as they always seem to push too hard to meet in person. And none of them seemed to be interested in her as a person. They just wanted to meet to fuck. Even though she found Tony intriguing, she kept her relationship with him platonic. He had become an online friend and she didn't want to spoil it by pushing it too far. She enjoyed him being just friends. They had even exchanged pictures, because it's nicer to be able to have an image of whom one was chatting with. Cynthia had sent a picture of her to Tony that she had scanned out of one of her Sierra club newsletters. It was certainly far less sexy then the one of her in a black teddy she sent to some of her cyber lovers (her face blacked out of course). Nevertheless, her picture captivated Tony. It was a picture of her hiking, as she loved the outdoors. The hiking vest and long cargo pants did not fully reveal her athletic 5', 6" frame. The vest further covered her pert 36B cup breasts and the somewhat loose pants hid the sensual curves of her waist and hips that led down to her best assets, her shapely legs. What Tony noticed most in the picture was some of the biggest and most beautiful bluish gray eyes. Plus her lovely brown hair that flowed down from under her cap to her shoulders. Lastly, the biggest and most genuine smile, he had ever seen on a lady. Tony had reciprocally sent her a picture of him on a recent trip to Alaska. He had taken a helicopter to the top of a glacier to a dog sled camp and he was knelt beside the cutest black Labrador. Cynthia guessed that he was probably about 5'9" to 5'10". He looked trim and a little on the athletic side. She was initially surprised to see he was Asian in descent but she further learned he was third generation and more American then Asian in nature. He joked one night while chatting on the forum, that he was what is considered a banana or Twinkie, yellow on the outside and white on the inside. His black hair and dark skin stood out against the snow that framed the cuddly dog and himself. She could see a big smile on his face, as he seemed to be soaking up his experience in the wilds of Alaska. She was disappointed though that his sunglasses hid his eyes. After his divorce three years ago, Tony had buried himself in work. The recent trip to Alaska was a rare diversion and occurred only after his family planned a reunion aboard a cruise and rode him until he finally agreed to go. As for his social life, being in his mid-30's, going to the bars and nightclubs wasn't as appealing as it was in his younger days. After a few years of loneliness he found that meeting people online gave him the social outlet he was missing. He too had dabbled in cyber sex but many of the women who went down this path with him seemed odd. Whenever he would try to get to know them they would disappear or turn the subject back to sex. He figured they were just frustrated housewives or girlfriends who needed an outlet and not a relationship. When he met Cynthia in a chat room about gardening, he found her intriguing. While she was friendly, he could sense a wall there protecting herself from something. But he also knew that most women put up walls and that they needed to gain someone's trust before letting them down. Tony came to this conclusion because she had become more flirty with him, however, when he started to tease and flirt back, she would only take it so far and then back off. He was glad, though that Cynthia had become a good friend. As such, their discussions also turned to other things normal friends talked about, family, work, life in general but he still wondered at times what she would be like as a lover and romantic partner. Then suddenly one day, her demeanor changed all together and the flirting and teasing ceased. Tony soon discovered why. Cynthia had met someone online. He was disappointed that he did not move faster, second-guessing himself that he should have tried to push through her walls a little more aggressively. While Cynthia had normally preferred stability in her relationships, for some unexplainable reason she dove in heads-first with this man she met online. Maybe it was because all the new exposure to sex sites, cyber sex and erotica were making her long for a real man. She had met Dave in a singles chat room. Her subtle flirts and teases attracted him. In turn he jolted her senses as none of her other cyber partners had. He wrote eloquently online and quickly wooed her. He seemed interested in her also as a person and didn't just ask for her measurements and sexual proclivities. They exchanged pictures and she found herself attracted to him. His picture portrayed him as the all-American boy: blond hair, six-feet tall and bluish-green eyes. It usually took a few weeks of chatting for Cynthia to determine a person was interesting enough to try cyber sex with. However, on just their second night of chatting, she found themselves having cyber sex. He had a way of writing that set her imagination spinning. Shortly after that, they decided to meet and it was lust at first sight. Completely out of character for Cynthia they consumed their affair that night and stepped onto the roller coaster ride of whirlwind relationships. She soon discovered though that in person, Dave was different. Not overtly but there was a hidden side, she couldn't get through. While extremely attracted to him physically, emotionally, he sent her on a roller coaster ride. He would one day say they would be together forever and the next he wouldn't return her calls. His interest in her as a person, seemed shallow and only seemed to go deep enough to get her into bed. Physically, their love-making eventually went from blissful to uneventful and even somewhat mechanical. Dave seemed to be able to express himself openly online, however, he was more withdrawn in the flesh. She continued to try to draw him out. To see that online side she had lusted after. Tony continued to be a good friend. He was quietly saddened, as she would share the ups and downs of her relationship with Dave. He remained supportive but underneath he could feel his longings for her quietly growing. Cynthia and Dave continued their rocky relationship. She didn't want to admit her impulse affair was not working and she continued to convince herself that she was committed to figure out things with Dave. She mistakenly narrowed her vision and focused on what she needed to do to make the relationship work. And just when she was feeling that it was getting better, just after their six-month anniversary, she got the "Dear Jane" letter from him. She was crushed and cried for days. Her self-esteem was a wreck. One day, shortly after this, Tony was chatting with Cynthia on IM. He could sense she was very sad. He asked what the matter was and she told him that Dave had left her. Tony truly felt sorry for Cynthia, as she sounded very distraught, yet he couldn't help feel glad that she was available again. Fitting, he thought, that Dave would deliver his parting thoughts in writing, instead of in person. She only lived an hour drive away and he thought of offering to meet up with her to have a cup of coffee and chat but her emotional wall was even higher now and he felt himself being pushed away too. He was further saddened when she withdrew further from chatting and logged on less and less. Chapter Two If anything though, Cynthia was a fighter and slowly she started to come around. It still hurt deeply but she got better at burying it. Like most women she did this by fortifying her emotional wall, which made it harder for other people to get past. She stopped cyber-sex altogether and occupied herself with other interests, such as ballroom dancing, hiking and gardening to take her mind off her love life. As with all wounds in life, they lessen with time. Cynthia and Tony remained friends but Tony noticed the sparkle gone. The flirtatious girl that had appeared had now gone into hiding. After another six months passed and they found themselves chatting one night about Cynthia's new rose plant. Tony had innocently inquired how big her bush was and Cynthia wryly replied, "I only let special people know intimate things about 'my bush'". She followed it with a winking smiley face. Tony smiled as he saw the flirting and teasing was starting to come back. Not wanting to push her too far, for fear of her falling back into her dark abyss, over the course of several weeks, Tony gently prompted her with comments to help boost her self-esteem and to show her flirty remarks made at least this friend smile. This did a lot to help Cynthia feel better about herself. Than last night they found themselves chatting online again. "During the growing season, I can never seem to get my hedges trimmed the way I want them", complained Tony, "Trimming is more an art than science", replied Cynthia. "Properly handled, your bushes will look nice." She sent the devilish emoticon this time. "And how do you like your bush handled?" Inquired Tony, smiling to himself and glad to see the old Cynthia had returned. For good measure, he sent the emoticon of the smiley face with a quizzical look and question mark over its face. "With assured hands that know just where to clip. Of course, holding the trunk firmly while doing this helps." Cynthia's teases continued. "And do you trim everything off or just around the edges?" Tony felt his 'trunk' start to grow as the sexual tension began to build. This was going further then usual. "Myself, I like a pretty hedge line running from top to bottom." Cynthia felt herself tingle below as she typed thinking how she had let her own private patch grow back in after Dave wanted her to shave herself clean. Her privates moistened slightly as she thought a nice trim down there would be nice. "And while your trimming, massaging the soil may help things get started too" "Get what started?" Asked Tony, probing to see how far Cynthia wanted to take this. "Well proper moisture content for one", replied Cynthia with a smile on her face. She was having fun teasing and flirting again. Plus she was feeling a warmth between her legs. She hadn't felt this way in quite a few months as she had almost completely shut down emotionally and sexually. "Also, run your fingers along the base of the bush to test how firm it is." Cynthia squirmed her bottom into her chair wanting to feel some pressure on her pleasure zone. She had missed the way that Tony sparred with her teasing and it was definitely turning her on tonight. More then it normally did. She knew she was pushing it further then it had ever gone before and it was exciting her. Her right had hand clicked send and then unconsciously moved to gently rub her bush through her cotton panties. The blood rushed to Tony's groin as he read her tease. His hand rubbed his now hardening cock through his shorts, feeling it rise between his fingers. "And do you feel this is the proper season for seeding?" Tony questioned, hoping she would say yes. "I do believe I sense spring is in the air", replied Cynthia. "I know it sure is getting warm all of a sudden", Cynthia following her words with a winking emoticon. She then leaned back in her chair and felt her nipples hardening against the tank top she was wearing. A brief hesitation crossed her mind. Did she want another cyber affair to begin? Should she push this with such a good friend? She knew her ability to trust; not only another person, but her own intuitions and feelings had been diminished. "Yes, I believe my trunk has grown significantly, so it must be the weather. Either that or you're a damn good gardener, "came Tony's reply. It had been so long without any kind of sex, real or virtual. Her hunger needed to be nourished and she felt a small spasm as her pleasure areas re-awoken. She gently pinched her right breast, which sent another twitch through her body. Their IM exchange became more rapid: (Cynthia) "I'd love to see your garden grow." (Tony) "I believe you have already made it grow to its full length." Tony reached to stroke his now fully erect penis and imagined it was Cynthia's hands doing the tending. (Cynthia) "Then I'd love to bring my face close and smell the lovely fragrance. To taste the fruits of my labor and to be nourished by its sweet nectar." Cynthia moved a hand under her panties and stroked her outer lips as she looked at what she wrote. A small moan came from her lips as a fingertip felt the moisture that had accumulated at her entrance. With her free hand she clicked send. (Tony) "I love when the gardener strokes my limbs. Caresses my trunk." Tony pushed his shorts down and exposed his now throbbing cock to the early spring air blowing in from the window. It rose even more as it was gladly released from its confines and able to feel the cool breeze. (Tony) "Tasting my sap, its sweet syrup slowing dripping out from within." Cynthia imagined herself licking the pre-cum off Tony's hard cock with her tongue. She then pictured herself slowly engulfing the head with her mouth and gently sucking his nectar. She slipped one of her fingers into her moist pussy and then brought it to her mouth. She moaned as she sucked it slowly imaging it was Tony's throbbing member fresh from a dip in her deep well. (Cynthia) "I love to lay naked in my garden and feel the leaves on my body. The soil and grass, warmed by the sun caressing my skin." (Tony) "I would love to be the grass that was caressing your skin. To feel you stretch yourself out on top of me. You can then feel me from the tips of your outstretched hands to your pretty little toes." (Cynthia) "Ooohhhhhhhhh. That feels so good." Cynthia spoke the truth as she had pulled up her tank top and was brushing her nipples. Then she ran her hand down to first caress her patch and continued to gently rub her clit though her cotton panties. (Cynthia) "Aaahhhhh. I am rolling on my stomach so I can feel my own bush against yours. To feel you touching my private garden of pleasure." (Tony) "HHmmmmm.... yes. That feels so nice. My trunk wants to enter your garden. Thrusting itself into its warm and moist depths." Tony had only dreamed it would ever get to this level with Cynthia and now it was happening. This was making his cock extremely hard and he could feel the twinges of an orgasm start to build. He slowed down to let Cynthia catch up. (Cynthia) "Oh yeah! I want him in me. To know my skills made him grow so big. Tony baby, you're making me feel so good!" Cynthia now pulled her panties off and put her bare feet up on her desk spreading herself apart. She now used two hands to tend to herself. One hand running its fingers through her thick patch of hair and the other hand sliding two fingers into her moist insides. Gently she curved her finger up inside and then around her pelvic bone and looked for her internal pleasure spot. She moaned when she found it. She weakly reached the keyboard with the hand that had been stroking her pussy hair, using one finger to pick out the letters so her other hand could continue their quest. A New Garden Grows Ch. 01 (Cynthia) "ooohhhhhhh... hhmmmmmm....yyeessssss." Tony again increased the speed he was stroking his cock, as he knew this was her signal to him that she was getting close. He too was getting very close. Pumping quickly he suddenly stopped just short of cumming, sitting still for a moment, letting the pleasure of being on the plateau fill him for a moment. All he could hear was his rapid breath in the quiet of his den. His pulse was racing and he could feel his heart beating its sexual rhythm in his chest. He sat still waiting for Cynthia to type some more. He anxiously awaited another chime indicating another sexy message had arrived. "Ding", there it was. (Cynthia) "iiimmmm ccclloooosssseeee bbabbyyyy" Tony, put his throbbing cock out of his mind for a moment. He needed to ensure she was taken care of first. His thoughts searched quickly as he wanted to type something extra good to send her over the top. (Tony) "Yes, Cynthia, baby! You too have gotten me so hot! I can feel the warmth of your skin as you lay on my garden. Feel my warm touch on your body. My limbs caressing you as you ride my thick shaft." Cynthia felt beads of perspiration start to glisten on her body. The fan as it oscillated sent shivers down her body as the breeze passed back and forth over her. Her one hand was now working solely on her clit. Beckoning the blood to engorge it more. Feeling the tingle as it grew. (Tony) "Give moisture to my cock with your pussy and make him grow even harder. Taste the waters of my pond as you probe my mouth with your tongue." "Oh god", Tony's good Cynthia thought to herself. Her earlier hesitations were gone for the moment. It had been so long without any lover, she needed this, wanted this. She let herself succumb to the passion. (Cynthia) "yeeesssssss. Ooohhhhhh.....bbuilldddinggg .... jjjeeeeezzz...." (Tony) "Run your hands through my hair as if it were the grass you yearn to lay upon. Let me feel you engulf my cock with your pussy and warm it like the sun. Drawing my nectar out with every movement of your body. Let it release! Let yourself go as you feel a spring rain suddenly wash down upon your body. Washing away your cares and only bringing pleasure." Cynthia slowly read his last IM message one word at a time, letting each word penetrate her. She ran the hand that was just typing through her own tussled hair imagining it was Tony's. She pushed now three fingers of her other hand deep into her again as she imagined it was Tony's cock. She squeezed her muscles as if she was trying to milk his juices from him. Then with her fingers deep in her, she took her hand from her hair and reached down and rubbed her clit in circles and she felt her orgasm start deep inside. Her fingers moved even faster as it grew. Her bare feet pushed against the edge of her desk, bumping it into the wall behind. A drop of sweat rolled down her right thigh to mix with the juices flowing now freely from her pussy. "Ooohhh goddd..." she heard herself moan as she continued to read and stroke. Her sweet voice penetrating her once quiet bedroom. "ohhh....ohhh...ohhh", her staccato breath let out as the waves came close. Before going over the edge, she reached to type with the wet fingers that were caressing her pleasure spot. (Cynthia) "ooohhhh... cummmmiiiinnnggggg" Her hand returned and began to furiously work her now completely engorged button. She ran it between her index and middle finger so that it was stroked on both sides. "Uughghhhh....", she grunted as she continued to build towards her ultimate climax. Her eyes were half closed and straining as she went back and read his last sentence and imagined cool water splashing down on her hot body while Tony's hot cum filled her insides. "Yees.... Yess.....ohhhhhh..... ohhhhhh", Cynthia groaned as finally the spasms came. The first wave crashed over her hard and her bare feet pushed against her desk again knocking against the wall. She strained to straighten her legs again as the next pulsation washed over her, not caring if her neighbors were hearing the continuous banging of her desk against the wall. She felt her pussy muscles squeezing her fingers and she just held them still deep inside her. More spasms came over her as her orgasm started to diminish but she relished in each one, letting it release all the sexual tension that had built up. She was glad she had covered her chair with a towel as it soaked up a mixture of sex juices and sweat that was now copiously dripping down her ass checks. She briefly contemplated trying for a second orgasm which was accomplished rarely and only achievable after a hot session like this. Then she realized that Tony still needed tending. While she had been lost in the throes of her pleasure, she didn't even notice a new IM message had appeared. (Tony) "Oh yes, Cynthia. God it's so hot to know you're cumming. I'm so hard and excited!" Cynthia reached over to her keyboard, her fingers still coated with her moisture but she didn't care. Keyboards can be cleaned or replaced. She still felt small pulses continue to surge through her as she sat up straight and squirmed her pussy into the damp towel beneath her. (Cynthia) "Oh god, yes you are making me feel so good! The spasms are still coming. I want you now to cum too! Tony grabbed his cocked and stroked as he saw this response. He was so happy he had finally pleasured Cynthia. His cock twitched hard against the palm of his hand. (Cynthia) "I need you to make my garden grow! I want to lay naked in your garden. Spreading myself to receive your nourishment. Let me feel you Tony! Please give it to me. Give it to me now!!" Since Tony was so close it did not take long. Tony felt his balls tighten up and he leaned back in his chair. He spread his pre-cum around his head and imagined it was Cynthia's juices making him wet. He reached to type. (Tony) "mmmyyy ttuurnnnnn....yessssss...ooohhhhh....nnnnooowwwwww" (Cynthia) "That's my baby! Cummm for me. I want to feel your cock thrusting deep in my pussy. Deeper.... Faster.... Harder...!! Can you feel her? She's still twitching from her orgasm! YYYEEESSS!! I want you to come deep inside me! Do it! Give it to me! Seed my garden!" Tony's eyes rolled up after he read her last line and his hips started to buck. He could feel the sperm rising up his hard cock. Then it felt as if it was being blocked halfway up. The pressure growing... growing. It seemed to pause forever, building up pressure until finally.... his cock suddenly throbbed hard and sent his sperm sailing up. The first rope landing onto his shoulder. The next squirt landing on his chest. "Uugghhhh... ohhhhh.... yyyeaahhh", Tony had to groan as he was vanquished by his release. He felt warmth encompass his hand as his remaining juices ran down his cock and over the hand that was still stroking gently. He had to take a deep breath and wiped himself quickly with a tissue. --------------- "My god", Tony typed, "That was incredible." "Yes, oh yes", Cynthia replied. "I think I really needed that." "Thank you so much!", Tony stammered out the words on the keyboard. "I hope this is the start of something good. That felt so good, I want to make it happen again and again! Cynthia, baby that turned me on so much!" She gasped slightly as she read his message. The hairs on the back of Cynthia's neck stood up. She tensed as she could feel her emotional trepidations start to build again. She took another deep breath, paused, and then slowly released it before typing. "Yes, that felt wonderful for me too", Cynthia started off hesitantly. Tony was now consumed with a desire for Cynthia. While logically, he knew he should be careful, his emotions were running rampant. Without thinking he typed, "Cynthia darling, you have made me want you so badly. I want to continue to pleasure you. To make you feel like a woman again." "Tony, please wait!" Cynthia was quick to reply. "I don't want to spoil the moment but you of all people can understand my hesitations." Cynthia's emotional wall began to rapidly rise. Memories of Dave came flooding back. Tony too realized he had let his emotions run too fast. Then he read the last IM and his heart sank. He suddenly knew he had screwed up. Pushed to fast. He cringed when he heard his IM chime again expecting the worst. "I'm not sure how I want to proceed. If, I want to proceed." Cynthia's logical side was racing fast to catch up with her emotions and she carefully typed. "I need to think about things. For now let's just enjoy the afterglow of this moment." "Okay", Tony typed, trying desperately to read between her lines. "Damn IM," he thought. At least in person you can read some body language. He now felt sure he pushed too hard. "'Till next time?" Type Cynthia. "Until then! Goodnight!" Replied Tony. His computer made the ugly sound of a door slamming shut as Cynthia quickly logged off. To hopefully be continued... Copyright © 10/19/2005 by XCL A New Garden Grows Ch. 02 This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events are fictional. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story portrays graphic sex and masturbation. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then please stop reading now. This is the second part of this story. Each part may contain one or more chapters depending on how much I can finish writing. I would recommend reading part one as it does build on it. There seems to be a group of readers who enjoy character building and the setting of a tone and a mood before jumping into the sex. I agree and feel it adds to the eroticism of the story. Sex without emotion is what all the other organisms on this planet have and it's what separates us humans from them. Therefore, I believe that just like with real sex, understanding the emotions involved enhances erotica experience. I have tried to create characters and situations that the reader can relate with and feel themselves. Please comment and vote to let me know if you like this story. I also have a Holiday Contest Entry called "The Circle of Love". It is a touching, yet erotic story that I hope helps you appreciate all the good things you have this Holiday season. I would appreciate your taking a look and voting on that one as well. My continued thanks to LadyCibelle who graciously accepted the job of editing my work. She has my heartfelt appreciation this holiday season. * Chapter Three Several days passed, then a week and Cynthia still had not logged onto IM. The longest they had gone before without chatting was around four or five days. He started to worry. He had no other contact information for her and felt that maybe she had slipped away. Then tonight, as he was just about to shut down his computer the special chime he assigned to Cynthia's id went off and we find ourselves where our story began... *********** "Hello there, pretty flower!" He typed. He hit send and silently prayed for at least an acknowledgement from her. A happy face came back in reply. Tony gave a little sigh of relief and typed, "Glad to see you're smiling." Tony knew that only a few months ago she had not been very happy. "Thanks for the other night." Cynthia typed to Tony followed with a blushing emoticon. "The pleasure was all mine," replied Tony, happy that she, at least, was conversing with him. He contemplated following it with a devilish smiley face but held back. Hesitant as to how far to go with her, Tony's palms began to sweat, unsure of what to write. Afraid of what she would write next. Had he pushed her too far last time? Have her emotional walls been put up too high now? He felt his pulse quicken, as he sensed he was about to find out... For one thing at least, Tony was glad to see she was blushing at their on-line tryst. He was realizing that he really desired this mysterious friend. "I'm glad to hear from you. Thought maybe, I scared you away." Tony continued writing. "Sorry, I just needed some time to process my thoughts." Explained Cynthia. "You didn't do anything wrong." "So where does that leave us, still friends?" Tony asked, praying that she wouldn't end their friendship. Cynthia ignored the question. "I want to meet in person." She stated. "You do?" Was all that Tony could think to reply. Then he thought Cynthia might change her mind so he quickly followed up with, "O.K. When and where?" "I believe you said you live in the South Bay and I live up here in the City. Would you mind coming up as I'm not real familiar with the South Bay. How is this Saturday? How about Union Square Park? I'll meet you at the base of Admiral Dewey's Memorial at 11:00am. What I need to say, I need to say in person." Tony was searching hard between her typed words for her meaning. "What does she mean?" He thought, "Does she want to go further? Stop things where they are? Or worse, tell me she can't continue to be friends. That a little cyber sex has ruined their friendship. But all he could think to do was to reply, "I'll be there." With that Cynthia logged off before he could say anything else. The next three days waiting for Saturday to arrive seemed to creep slowly for Tony. Different scenarios kept running back and forth through his mind. The first scenario had him meeting her in the dense fog of San Francisco. Her telling him tearfully that she can't continue to be his friend. That the wounds from her last lover are still too strong and she couldn't bear to be hurt again. Then she would turn and quietly disappear into the mist. Another scenario had it being a beautiful early spring day and she would appear in a light blue spring, low cut, mid-thigh length dress with a smile. She would exude of sexiness and her beauty would take him. They would touch hands, the warmth of her skin cascading through his body. She would smile and look him deep in the eyes and tell him that she "wants him". They would walk hand-in-hand to the nearest hotel room to disappear for the weekend. But then, the negative scenarios would creep back in and he would imagine her spotting him standing there on a cold, windy and rainy day. She wouldn't get the right vibes. She wouldn't like the way he looked and would steal away before meeting, leaving him standing there; cold, alone, wondering if she would ever show. Finally, Saturday, March 21, 1998 finally arrived. Tony rose mid-morning and slipped into some tan Dockers. He pulled a newly ironed polo shirt over his head, slipped on his boat shoes (no socks), grabbed a sweater and headed for his Silver Lexus LS400. He pulled out of his house and quickly hit 101 heading north. It was a beautiful day on the peninsula. He was hoping the fog had burned off in the city. As he rounded Oyster Point, he could see the fog line was still hanging over the city. "Glad I grabbed the sweater", he thought. He glanced at the temperature reading on his dash and noticed the temperature had dropped 5 degrees to a cool 65, from when he started in San Jose. He grew nervous as his poor weather scenarios flooded his head. He new the microclimate of the area well. And even though the outside temperature was dropping rapidly, he could feel a little sweat start to form on the palms of his hands. He began to realize that even though they chatted frequently via IM, he really knew little about her. He knew she was the second of three siblings, an older sister and younger brother. Her family was from Philadelphia and she was a middle level exec for some company in the city. But what does she really want out of life? What are her passions? Does she have any strange habits? Will she really show up? The questions kept coming as he exited the freeway and dove up Third Street, turning into Kearny as he passed Market. Then taking a left onto Geary and then driving a few blocks to Union Square. It was somewhat still early in the day and he was glad there wasn't a long line at the underground garage. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard as he pulled into a space. "Right on time", as he noted the clock reading 10:54. A quick ride up the elevator and he walked out facing Macy's. In San Francisco, it is hard to tell when the early morning fog and overcast will burn off. Sometimes it never does. He felt a chill as he exited the warm air of the underground garage and started to wish he hadn't left his sweater in the car. He looked up and saw a little blue sky that meant the fog shouldn't be around too much longer. The park and monument were behind him. He turned and strained to see if he could recognize Cynthia. He looked down at his watch. "10:58, still a few minutes early", he thought. He circled the monument, and then found a bench near the memorial. He stared up at the obelisk pointing straight up into the sky. "Well, she wants to meet under a large phallic symbol. Wonder if that means anything?" Tony snickered to himself. Five past eleven and she still had not shown up. He tried to sit but his nervousness made him uneasy and he stood and started to pace. The thought of her not showing up now looming bigger in his mind. Then another five minutes passed and he began to worry even more. "She's definitely not coming," Tony thought in dismay. Then he swept the crowd again with his eyes, looking to see if she was stealing away in the distance. Unknown to Tony, Cynthia had actually arrived fifteen minutes early. She stood on the third floor of Macy's looking out onto Union Square Park. Cynthia had thought she knew what she wanted. She was going to tell Tony that she just wanted to be friends. She couldn't bear to be hurt again so soon. But when she arrived she began to feel nervous. "What if he gets angry? What if I'm not strong enough to tell him? What if he breaks down?" All these nervous thoughts were running through her head. Not wanting to meet Tony with her anxieties running high she had walked across the street into the large department store to try to calm down. She paced in front of the new spring dresses on the third floor trying to calm down, when out of the corner of her eye she spotted him in the park. She nervously played with her hair as she watched him pause to look up at the statue. She groaned slightly to herself as she, all of a sudden, noticed the monument was just another huge phallic symbol. "Hope he doesn't get the wrong idea", she thought to herself. She watched him circle the monument and then proceed to a nearby bench to sit. "He looks nice", she thought to herself. "But I would be crazy to dive into another on-line relationship. The last one was a disaster." Cynthia watched as Tony then stood. She glanced at her watch and noticed it was ten past eleven. "Oh my god! I'm late and he's leaving" Cynthia began to panic. "O.K. just get this over with", she said to herself as she rushed to the escalator hoping he didn't leave. She hurried down the escalator treating them as fast moving stairs as she took the steps two at a time; twice though she had to stop as she ran into the backs of people taking a more leisurely ride down and blocking her progress. She could only stand nervously, tapping her foot, as the slow moving escalator carried her down. Finally reaching the street level floor she walked quickly towards the exit. The crowd thickened as she approached the door. Union Square and Macy's in particular is a popular local and tourist destination. Cynthia got behind a crowd of slow moving German visitors. She tried to dodge right and then left as throngs of people were streaming into and out of the store. She couldn't get around. "Hurry!" she wanted to scream. Finally outside the door she made her way around the small gaggle of tourists. Seeing how the crowds thickened to her right and left, going to the corner light would take some time. Chancing it, she started to dodge out into the street. A taxi honked and she was barely missed and could feel the wind of the car as it zoomed past. Cynthia's heart was pounding from the near miss and panic that she might miss Tony. She saw a small clearing and dashed safely across the street then up to the stone stairs. She walked quickly up the stairs but then slowed to not give the impression of running and looking too anxious. She also wanted to catch her breath and calm down. She reached the top of the stairs and her eyes searched the crowd for him. But he wasn't there. She started to panic. Spinning around she started searching the crowd. She could feel her stomach drop. "He has left", she thought to herself, "Damn, I missed him." She glanced at her watch and it read 12:15pm . "Why didn't he wait?" she sighed. "What should I do now? Maybe I can catch up with him. Which way did he go?" She glanced around again but there was a sea of people in the park, enjoying the art show set up that day. She resigned herself that she had missed him and turned to walk back towards the garage. Then from behind her she heard a voice. "Cynthia!" It was a deep smooth voice. She held her breath for a moment, realizing she had never heard his voice before. "Cynthia?" she heard it closer. She turned and as he was approaching about 10 yards away. She saw the familiar figure from the picture he sent. He seemed taller than she imagined, about 5" 11". As he approached, he reached up to remove the same sunglasses he was wearing in his Alaskan picture. His eyes appeared and she was transfixed. She had never seen such deep dark eyes. They were mysterious, sensual and friendly all at the same time. She felt her heart flutter and couldn't discern if it was nerves or from the near miss with the taxi. He had a quizzical look on his face that almost looked boyish. "Yes, you must be Tony. I recognize you from your picture." Cynthia finally replied. Then a smile flashed across Tony's face as he realized he found the right girl. Cynthia couldn't take her eyes off his face. She was mesmerized by his jet-black hair, deep mysterious eyes, strong cheeks and pearly white teeth that flashed behind his smile. She had never dated anyone of oriental descent and suddenly found herself mesmerized by his beauty. Then she felt his hand take hers. She had not even realized she unconsciously reached out her own hand as a reaction to his outstretched hand. His touch was warm and he held her hand gently between the both of his. "Oh god, it's happening" Cynthia's inner voice finally started to speak. "Calm down girl, calm down! You didn't come here to get involved again." "It's a pleasure to finally meet you" Tony said, his eyes still never leaving hers. Ever since Cynthia had spun around and her eyes met his, he had gotten lost in them. He couldn't believe he was finally looking for real into those beautiful eyes he had stared at for countless hours in her picture. He took a moment to take in the rest of the package and noticed she was dressed in a silk button up blouse and smart black slacks. He glanced down to see a pair of black opened toed small- heeled shoes that revealed her red painted toes. Tony loved sexy feet. He quickly brought his eyes back up wanting to study the biggest eyes he had ever seen. The bluish-gray gems were so inviting like Hawaiian tide pools "Uhm.. likewise..." Cynthia finally got out of her mouth. The "let's be friends" speech she had rehearsed suddenly forgotten. Tony led her by the hand to the bench he had previously been sitting on and they sat facing each other. Realizing she was still holding Tony's hand, Cynthia started to pull back but then quickly changed her mind, deciding that she liked it. As if preordained the sun broke through the fog and lit up the two; the warmth of an early spring day now beginning to touch the air around them. "Well, I'm here as you asked" Tony said. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Cynthia's head began to spin. "O.K. Certainly something is happening here" she started to sort out in her head. "But I came to tell him I just wanted to be friends." She tried to reason but she was lost in his eyes and the warmth of his hand. "Yes, uhmm.. right..." Cynthia stammered stalling for time as she tried to reassess things. As it often happen when our senses are heightened, time seems to slow and many times a clarity we didn't know existed washes over us. Cynthia took a deep breath and as she slowly let it out a clairvoyant wave filled her. Her path was suddenly clear. Tony was immersed in Cynthia's eyes. He saw them close and when they opened again, it seemed a transformation had occurred. She had been nervous and jittery and now she looked relaxed and sure of herself. "She is beautiful," he thought to himself, feeling his stomach churning at the anticipation of what she had to say. "To be honest with you, Tony, I had come here today to tell you that I just wanted to be friends" Tony's heart sank as Cynthia began to speak. He felt the brush-off coming. Cynthia paused, seeing Tony's eyes drop as he was preparing himself to hear some bad news. Seeing him slump slightly she continued. "However, now that I've meet you in person, I suddenly feel that would be a mistake." Tony lit up; a hopeful look was in his eyes as they rose back up to hers. "But I also know it would be another mistake to rush into things again." Cynthia rushed to say, trying to temper an over-enthusiastic reaction on Tony's part. That was good because Tony began to feel a glimmer of hope. He wanted to blurt out how he felt. To try to convince her to give them a chance but caught himself, just as he opened his mouth to speak. Cynthia continued to explain. "You of all people know what I went through with Dave. I couldn't bear that again. Plus, you and I have grown into good friends and I don't want to jeopardize that. I know things got a little strong with our little cyber tryst the other night. Believe me, it has had my hormones running wild and I've been trying to temper them ever since." The clarity that had overcome Cynthia had given her a new plan. "I have an idea of how I would like to proceed. But I need to go slowly this time. Let's spend some time today to get to know each other and when and if it feels right, I will reveal my plan." Tony wanted to jump for joy. He was glad he had caught himself a moment ago before blurting things out. While he found her extremely attractive he could try to be patient. Tony thought about her words for a moment then said, "Cynthia, we've been online friends for a long time. I would love to also get to know you in person. This is my favorite town and I would love to spend a few hours with you here." Tony was born and raised in the Bay Area. He knew the city well and while Cynthia had moved here recently her new job had kept her busy and she had only seen some of the major tourist spots. While she thought she knew the city fairly well, she soon found that she really didn't know it well at all. Tony first took her for Dim Sum at a quaint little restaurant in the old historic Rincon Postal Annex. Tony explained that most of the best Chinese restaurants were not to be found in Chinatown where most of the tourist believed them to be. She relished at the many small plates of dumplings and buns wheeled around in carts by elder Chinese ladies calling out the names of the dishes. "Har Gow! Sui Mai! Char Sui Bow!" They would yell as they passed their table. She had never experienced dining in this fashion. This is our version of tapas, explained Tony, only we invented this style of dining long before the Europeans. "Tapas?" Cynthia quizzically asked. "You mean you've never had tapas either? Tony replied. Then smiling and looking into her eyes he said, "We will have to share that experience too one day." Then it was out to Golden Gate Park where Tony didn't take her to the typical Steinhart Aquarium, Japanese Tea Garden or M.H. de Young Museum. Instead he took her for a paddleboat ride around Stow Lake. She didn't even realize such a large lake existed in the park. Then he took her for a walk. Through a beautiful grove of Eucalyptus trees and then out into a large meadow like area. She was surprised when they came across a heard of bison. How unique she thought at seeing the large, majestic animals grazing in the middle of San Francisco like they had always been there. She was really enjoying the day, especially because these activities gave them a chance to talk and to get to know each other. They found it easy to talk with each other, simply taking off from where their online chats had left off. They delved deeper into their families, their careers and their interests, including their love of gardening. They didn't even notice the time was slipping by until they noticed it was starting to get dark. Then it was off to the Top of the Mark where a small band was playing Swing music. "This is one of my favorite spots to watch the fog roll in." Tony explained as he pointed out the picture windows that surrounded them on all sides. Indeed it was a sight as the clouds that had made such a hasty departure, earlier in the day, rolled back in over the city and finally engulfed them as they watched the city lights coming on in the dusk of the day. A New Garden Grows Ch. 02 Just then the band cut into an upbeat rendition of Glen Miller's "In The Mood". Tony saw Cynthia's eyes light up, her body starting to bee-bop to the music. "Do you know how to Jitterbug?" Asked Tony. Cynthia smiled and nodded yes. "Let's cut a rug then", Tony said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. Cynthia was shocked. She had taken dance lessons after Dave had left her and had begun to learn how to swing dance. Tony led her onto the floor snapping his fingers to the music and strutting like a Dapper Dan from the 30's. All that was missing was a Zoot suit and Fedora hat. Then with ease and confidence he turned her into his frame, rocked stepped back and they were off into a whirlwind of swing steps. She smiled as Tony turned her into the side-by-side sweetheart position and she felt his strong arms around her. But it was short lived as he spun her out and then twirled her around in a Tommy-tuck move that had her feet, her head and her heart spinning. He moved her around the dance floor putting her through moves she had never experienced before. She just let him lead and allowed herself to get lost in the music and Tony's wonderful lead. As the song came to a close, he gracefully turned her into him and with a slight push from his body sent her twirling outwards. The only thing stopping her from spinning all the way into the band was his firm grip on her hand and as she reached his full extension, with a gently pull he twirled her right back in. As she closed the gap back into his body, she instinctively put one hand behind his head and the other on his shoulder as he leaned her back into a graceful dip, his eyes never leaving hers, a huge smile glued to her face as he finished dipping her in perfect synchronization with the end of the music. "Wow!" Cynthia exclaimed, breathing heavily from the fast paced music. Her face only inches from his. This was the closest she had been to him all day and as she inhaled, she could smell the light scent of his Obsession cologne. "Where'd you learn to do that? You put me through moves I didn't even know but your lead was so smooth all I had to do was follow." "An old girlfriend loved to dance and she taught me." Explained Tony. "I have to admit I haven't done that in a while though. My ex was not into dancing, so it's been a few years. It was just that you were so easy to lead and it all came back. Like the old cliché of riding a bike." The band then broke into the song "Route 66" and Tony and Cynthia whirled off again. This time Tony throwing in a little Charleston and Lindy as it came back to him. They relished in finding this other common interest of theirs and danced several more. Then the band slowed things down with Cole Porter's "Unforgettable". Tony just had to look into Cynthia's eyes. They sparkled above the smile that had not left her face since they hit the dance floor. He knew she didn't want to stop and he pulled her close. In the slowness of this dance, he had time to notice now the warmth of her hand. As he moved his head close to hers, he could smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. "Just like a flower garden", he smiled as he thought to himself. She pressed in close and he could feel her breasts gently rubbing against him. He rested his hand gently on her back and could feel her swaying to the music. Cynthia felt secure and safe in his arms. His gentle confidence was certainly nothing that Dave had ever shown her. She liked being close to him. She smiled as she thought she felt a bulge growing in his pants. Knowing she was turning him on was making her feel good about herself. She didn't even realize she had started to stroke the back of his head, running her hands through his hair. It always seems as if the songs are too short, when you're in the arms of someone you want to hold. Cynthia and Tony both wanted this moment to last a little longer. As the song began to wind down, they looked into each other's eyes. Cynthia unconsciously wet her lips with her tongue. Tony's subconscious picking up on this body language as she wanted to be kissed. They both were lost in each other's eyes, neither making the first move, as the music ended. Tony parting his lips slightly. An awkward pause as they stood in each other's arms at the side of the dance floor, both breathing a little heavy, not knowing which way to move. "Not now! Not too quick!" Cynthia yelled to herself and gently pushed back. Tony not wanting to make the same mistake of moving too quickly let her step back. But then she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you", she whispered into his ear. "I'm famished." Tony said, disappointed she had moved away but happy for having been able to hold her close while dancing. "How 'bout you?" "Sure am", smiled Cynthia. "Let's go then." Tony said, taking Cynthia's hand and leading her back towards the car. They were off, down to Columbus Ave. where San Francisco's Little Italy resides. "You're taking me into there" Cynthia giggled looking at the name of the restaurant. "The Stinking Rose? What kind of garden are you getting me into now?" she smiled. "I believe you said at one time you are mostly Italian, right?" Tony explained. "The Italians and the Chinese both share a love of one special herb, garlic. Plus this is one of the best Italian restaurants in town. Just don't expect a kiss afterwards." Tony said, laughing although he was deeply hoping many kisses were to come. Dinner was delicious. Cynthia and Tony just seem to be able to talk easily with each other; now adding their mutual love for dancing into the conversation. While they had easily talked via IM, they both weren't too surprised it carried over. Maybe the familiarity of being friends first via the computer helped facilitate that. Finally as dinner wound down and they both sat back to enjoy a nice 20-year-old Tawny Port. Cynthia got quiet for a while and Tony took notice that she seemed to be lost in thought. Tony let her have her space for a moment. Cynthia indeed had gotten lost into her thoughts of how this day had turned out. She had such a wonderful time. The boat ride, the walk through the park and the dancing all made for a perfect day. Yet, she still felt the hesitations inside of her. While it felt real nice to be with Tony, she still didn't know if she wanted to risk her heart again. She was suddenly aware that she had been lost in thought and that Tony was watching her. She looked up and caught his eyes and smiled slightly. She reached over and took his hand. Tony was getting nervous as he watched Cynthia, obviously trying to process her feelings. It was easy for him, as he knew earlier in the day, that he felt something for her. Something he had not felt in a while. He had no problem wanting to explore where things would go and to risk possibly getting hurt. He felt the warmth of her hand as it took his. He was growing to enjoy her touch. She now seemed to be studying his hand and his stomach began churning as he felt her building up, trying to decide whether to reveal the "plan" she had mentioned earlier. The 40-clove garlic roasted chicken he had for dinner not helping matters with his stomach. He moved in closer feeling she was about to say something. She looked up from his hands and their eyes met. He could see her eyes weren't focused, as if there was still some indecision going through her mind. She moved her face closer and parted her lips as if to say something, then paused. Then suddenly an impulse crossed over her and she closed her eyes and completely surprised Tony by parting her lips and then bringing them to his. He instinctively parted his lips and gently met hers. He sighed as he felt her soft lips touch his and he brought his hand up to caress her cheek. Her hand came up to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair. Cynthia felt as if she was surrounded by warm spring air. It felt so nice to be in his arms, feeling his caress, the smell of his skin filling her senses. His lips gently caressing her top lip and then the bottom and she continued to melt, their tongues ever so softly touching just as they parted. Tony was the first to open his eyes; he saw Cynthia's beautiful face and sighed. As her eyes open, he no longer saw confusion. He actually thought he saw a twinkle as a mischievous smile crossed her face. "Hhmmm... that sealed it" Cynthia said softly. "Sorry if I surprised you but I wasn't a hundred percent sure, then it dawned on me to take a sample. And boy was it delicious!" Tony was now the one with the confused look on his face. "Okay, here's my plan" Cynthia began, "As you know I don't want to rush into things. I don't want a relationship that is started with several hot sessions on the computer followed by us jumping right into bed. A relationship that is built solely on lust and physical attraction. But I hope you would agree that there is something between us. I've been in enough relationships to know when the lust meter is turned on and it's equally nice when it's with someone you think you know as a friend. But as I recently found there's a lot to discover about the other person. You can't get to know them, emotionally or physically in the span of a few days or weeks. So I propose we explore. Slowly seed and nurture this garden so hopefully it grows into something beautiful." Tony could feel his excitement growing. And it was making other things grow as well as he could feel the blood rushing to his groin. "This is beginning to sound wonderful and exciting", Tony said smiling and showing her that he wanted her to continue. "Starting tonight and for the next few months, I suggest we meet periodically. We will alternate playing host. Here's the catch, we hold off from making love during this time." Tony's excitement started to dwindle. He had hoped they would get things revved up later tonight. "As I said", Cynthia continued, "Let's explore before taking the plunge. Each time we meet, I suggest we learn more new things about each other, personally, emotionally and sexually. I think we did a wonderful job of learning about each other personally and emotionally today and we follow that same formula each time we get together. However, to learn something new about each other sexually, here is what I suggest. First tonight you show me, first hand, how you like to be touched. What things turn you on and off. In fact, I would like you to demonstrate them to me, if you can. The rule is, though, that we can't touch the other person, while we are describing these things." Tony felt the swelling in his cock returning. "Next time I will describe and show you the same about me. I'm not sure how it will proceed after that. I need to give it some thought; however, if we make it through all of this, I would hope we could then cap it off it properly." Cynthia finished her explanation punctuating it with a sly smile and wink. Tony had no doubt about what "capping it off properly" meant. He shuddered though at the thought of waiting to consummate their relationship. But from what he felt today, it would be worth the wait. At least he could see how things were going and could call it off if his balls were getting too blue. "Sounds like a great idea", Tony replied. I may have to clear off a few Saturdays but it shouldn't be any problem." Cynthia was pleased that Tony was making it a priority. "Then let's seal this deal properly", said Cynthia and with that she scooted her chair closer and leaned in for another kiss. This time she turned up the passion and Tony responded. Their lips pressed more aggressively and Cynthia's tongue snaked out and probed into his mouth. He met it with an eagerness that sent a shiver down her spine. He seemed to know she liked her face caressed and as his hand brushed her checks, she let out a little moan. She also felt a warmth start to build in her groin and move up to her chest, her breath coming more rapidly. She could feel her breasts rising. She reached under the table and stroked the top of Tony's leg, her hands wandering higher and higher. Tony was the first to stop this time as he sensed their waiter walking by. Raising a hand, he yelled, "Check Please!" He wanted to go somewhere more private to continue their 'discussion'. Now they walked arm in arm out of the restaurant, as the valet pulled up with his car. Tony headed up Columbus until it met Van Ness and then headed west. As he drove, Cynthia leaned against the passenger window studying him. "What'cha thinking" asked Tony. "Just thinking whether my idea has started anything growing in your garden" Cynthia smiled. "Actually it started sprouting during the first kiss you planted on me" Tony replied. "Hhmmm... I thought I noticed a slight stump in the front of your pants as we were leaving the restaurant." Cynthia said as she slipped off her shoes. "As I said during our intense cyber session, I love to run my toes through the tall grass. And since you're not describing yet, I'm not breaking the rules." Tony looked down to see the most beautiful feet he had ever seen reaching across the seat and they began to rub his right thigh. Her toes were perfect, just the right size for her feet, which he estimated to be a slender size 7. Her dainty nails were painted a deep red color and they stood out against her alabaster skin. He had only dated one other Caucasian woman, the girlfriend that taught him to dance, and she was darker skin, her heritage from Athens, Greece. He reached down to massage her foot and she sighed. They had done a lot of walking and her feet were a little sore. He marveled at the contrast of his dark skin against her fair skin. He hit Hyde Street and on a whim decided to make a quick detour. He quickly turned left and headed up the hill. At the top of the hill, he ran into Lombard and made another left turn. At this hour there was little traffic and Cynthia's eyes lit up as she saw Coit tower in the distance and the world's most crooked street tight before them. Tony had to put both hands on the wheel as they began down the first of seven curves. Cynthia squealed in glee as the car rocked. She took the opportunity to take her now freed foot and moved it onto Tony's crotch. Tony gasped and then grinned as her ministrations kept his cock rising. He found it hard to navigate the car down the windy road. By the time they reached the bottom, Tony was rock hard and Cynthia was estimating a nice sized member beneath his trousers. She smiled at thinking she would hopefully get to see it soon. Tony spun the car back out on to Leavenworth and then to Bay Street heading out towards the base of the Golden Gate Bridge. He then pulled over into the old Presidio just at the base of the bridge and parked behind a secluded warehouse. From there they had a magnificent view of the bridge and bay but were hidden between two warehouses giving them some privacy. Cynthia had kept up her foot massage and had started to sensually run her hands up her own sides and across her breasts in anticipation of watching Tony. "Whew!" Tony sighed as he finally put the car in park and shut the engine down, killing the lights. "You really have me rock hard." "I'm glad" Cynthia cooed. "Now teach me how you like to be touched. Show me what brings you the greatest pleasure." "You're sure about this" Tony said with some hesitation. He had only masturbated in front of one girl before and even then, it was on the web cam with some anonymous girl during one of his cyber-sex escapades. He was not even sure she was watching, as she was busy pleasuring herself. This time he would have a captive and attentive audience. Cynthia removed her foot and Tony groaned, sad to not have her touching him. "Remember our rule. No touching while the other person is showing or describing. Other than that, there are no other rules." "Okay." Said Tony, "But let's move to the back seat where it's a little more spacious and comfortable." With that they both got out their respective doors and then entered back into the car in the back. Cynthia again leaned back against her door facing Tony, so she could have a good view. Tony looked nervously at Cynthia who looked so sexy leaning back against the door. Her knees apart and her fingers dangling above her crotch teasingly. He licked his lips and said, "I'm a little nervous as I've really never done this before in front of anyone." "Come on sexy, just show me what turns you on and what doesn't", Cynthia prodded, her eyes even more beautiful as they were fully dilated in the semi-darkness. "Why don't you start by getting more comfortable and out of those clothes." Tony glanced out the window for any signs of life and seeing none proceeded. He first removed his shoes and then his shirt. Then he leaned against his door facing Cynthia. He was glad for the large bench type back seats in this model car. He playfully jabbed at her feet while chanting "No touching... no touching..." Cynthia giggled and moved her feet quickly trying to avoid his. As he stopped, she found herself staring at his chest, bare of hair. How different from Dave who was covered in hair on both his chest and back. The softness of Tony's skin made her tingle with expectation. It looked so smooth and sensual and she longed to reach out and touch it. Tony obviously kept himself fit with hints of a four- pack showing. His slender waist showed no signs of over indulgence. Tony had unbuckled his belt and was slowly and teasingly lowering the zipper. It was Cynthia's turn to run her tongue along her lips, wetting them in anticipation of seeing the rock hard trunk she had been fondling with her toes. A patch of black hair appeared beneath the cloth and then Tony stopped. "Ohhhh... don't stop", Cynthia moaned. Tony shivered as he imagined her saying that while plundering her wet pussy with his rock hard dick. But Tony wanted to tease too. "I like foreplay just like you ladies. So let's start with the kisses." Tony brought a finger to his lips. "I love soft kisses, the kind that just barely caress the lips. His fingers gently caressed his lips. Followed by deep passionate kisses. The kind that leave nothing behind. Lips grinding, tongues mashing! I love to probe a woman's mouth with my tongue." Tony licked his lips while saying this and then slipped his finger into his mouth and sucked. Cynthia's eyes grew big as she imagined that tongue invading her mouth. She would accept it willingly and lavish it with her own tongue. "I love when a women runs her hands through my hair. I'm blessed with a thick head of hair which shows no signs of thinning, which I can't say for some of my friends." Tony said smiling. "I also like it when a woman sometimes grabs a handful and gently tugs at it while rubbing her body against mine. It shows she's turned on by me and those animalistic urges are coming through." "Meeoowww", purred Cynthia back. Cynthia's body had been tingling since leaving the restaurant but now it was in full force. Her nipples were aching to be touched, pinched, stroked. Her pussy was damp and she could feel the heat building in her pants. Not to be left behind, she slowly unzipped her pants to relieve some of the heat. This prompted Tony further. "I love to have my earlobes nibbled and gently sucked. Don't really like a tongue bath on my ear. I know that turns some people on but not me. I like it when a woman snuggles into my neck, inhaling my scent; her cheeks rubbing against my collar bone and shoulder." Tony brought his hands to his bare chest. "While snuggling, having her hands caress my chest, fingers lightly touching; moving gently back and forth." Tony mimicked what he liked with his own hands and Cynthia hungrily looked on. "My nipples are also sort of sensitive. I like to have them caressed with the palm of the hand; fingers searching out the definition in my chest and abs. I do try to stay in shape and like when a woman acknowledges that with her caresses." A New Garden Grows Ch. 02 Tony pinched his nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Yes, I like them gently pinched. Better yet, I like it when they are sucked on. Not too hard but to definitely know they're being enjoyed. A little teeth sometimes is nice too." Tony's legs were shifting as the heat in his groin was growing. He wanted so badly for Cynthia to reach over and grab his cock and wrap her lips around it; the lips that she has been busily licking while watching him. Cynthia smiled when Tony talked about his nipples, feeling her own sensitive buttons against her bra. She needed relief and unbuttoned the five buttons holding her blouse closed. Her bra had a front clasp and she undid it, letting her breast spill out. She quickly grabbed them with her hands though, to keep them hidden as her bra fell away. Tony stopped his self-ministrations for a moment as he pleaded silently for her to move her hands. Slowly her hands came down, her fingers extending, finally grabbing onto her pink nipples and pulling them. Tony guessed she was about a 34B, which was perfect. He didn't like big women and even preferred them on the smaller side. They seemed firmer and more sensitive when smaller. Cynthia moaned as she rubbed her palms in circles until her nipples hardened. Tony was glad to see she had sensitive breasts. But he was the one who was supposed to be doing the showing. So he continued, "I definitely like it when a woman kisses down my chest, across my stomach. Not a tongue bath but gentle kisses, some little nibbles and a little tongue; all around my groin and inner thighs." With that Tony pushed down his pants to his knees and rubbed his hand against his thighs, spreading his legs. Cynthia smiled as Tony revealed his manhood. It was a beautiful cock. It stood tall and proud at about 7 inches. It was slender at the base and expanded to about 3 inches in girth towards the head. Tony was also circumcised which added to the overall clean, smooth and sensual look. His hair was neat and if she wasn't mistaken, she thought she could see that Tony shaved his balls and the underside of his cock. Tony slid his pants all the way off and she noticed he had firm thighs and the tight calves of a runner. Tony smiled at Cynthia who had now snuck a hand into her pants and was caressing and tugging at her patch. He knew what would turn her on and turned over and got onto his hands and knees, his ass now only a few feet away from Cynthia's face. He reached back and caressed his bottom cheeks. "I love a woman who spends adequate time on my back, massaging my muscles while rubbing and cupping my ass firmly with her hands and squeezing. Cynthia couldn't stand it now. She loved a tight ass on a man and the sight of Tony's tight rear so close made her even hotter. She wanted so bad to reach out and grab him. To avoid breaking her own "no touching" rule, she pushed down her own pants and grabbed her own pussy with both hands. One hand went straight to her patch tugging and caressing her silk-like hair, while the other hand slipped a finger into her now fully lubricated hole. Tony looked down between his legs and smiled as he saw Cynthia working her pussy. "I enjoy being above a woman and slowly feeding my cock into her mouth." Tony finally touched his own prick for the first time and shuddered as it had been longing for any attention. He spread his legs so Cynthia could have a better view. With all the teasing he had been doing, he found his cock was now ultra-sensitive and he twitched at the feel of his hand. Cynthia could now hear Tony breathing harder. He gasped as he spoke. "I love to feed my throbbing member into her warm moist mouth, moving my hips up and down and watching as my dick slides in and out of her. It doesn't matter that a woman can take him all the way in. What is important is that she is enjoying the act and relishing in the pleasure it is bringing me." Cynthia brought up the finger that had been in her pussy and started sucking on it tasting her juices. Wanting it to be Tony's cock, coated with her juices being fed into her mouth. "What also gives me the greatest pleasure is bringing pleasure to my partner. I know it's usually harder for a woman to have an orgasm, so I have no problems in making sure she is warmed up properly. Tony carefully turned around his head now towards Cynthia's. His face just inches from her swollen pussy. Cynthia spread her legs wider to accommodate him, so he could move without touching her. She felt so exposed and sexy, spread so wide, knowing he couldn't touch her. Tony continued. "I love to kneel between the legs of my lover and tease her pussy. Licking it gently all over before and lavishing it with my tongue. I would lick her swollen lips from bottom to top, Careful not to touch her special button too soon. I would slip a finger deep into her as her clit swelled. Then lightly I would flick my tongue back and forth over it." Cynthia gasped as he said this, her hands moving more rapidly. She could feel Tony's hot breath on her moist skin. It felt so heavenly. Her finger found her clit had indeed swollen out from its hood and her first light touch sent her into small convulsions. "Tony baby, this is making me so hot... oohhh... yesss." The feel of his breath on her clit sent Cynthia over the top and her hand brought her clit to its full glory. She plunged two fingers into her pussy as she came. It wasn't a huge one as she was somewhat embarrassed she was cumming so quickly. "Oh Tony, ohh... ohh... ohh...." Cynthia grunted as small spasms shook her body. As she came down, Tony just smiled at her and continued, "As for positions, I prefer to start in either the missionary or woman on top positions. That way I am facing my partner and feel more connected. I love to start on top, slowly entering her knowing that my tongue and fingers have made her extremely wet." Tony was really getting into this now. His earlier trepidations were gone. Seeing Cynthia orgasm gave him the confidence to proceed, knowing he was turning her on. "While I'm on top, I love it when a woman wraps her legs around me grabbing my ass and pulling me into her as deep as I can go. I love to give her long slow strokes, mix with short fast ones, driving her crazy." He looked up deeply into Cynthia's eyes as if begging her to wrap her legs around him. He pulled back suddenly though. "Tonight however, I feel like finishing with her on top." With that Tony flipped onto his back and lean back against the driver side door. He noticed that the windows had fogged up so much, that even if someone were to walk by, they wouldn't be able to see in. Cynthia was amazed at how much Tony liked his love-making to be a mutual endeavor. This was a good sign since Dave so many times was selfish with his sex. Tony brought his hand to the top of his cock and slowly started to work his fingers over it. "I love when a woman slowly lowers herself onto me, her eyes rolling up as my cock fills her. Then with her on top I love it when she leans forward and feeds me her nipples." Tony was now moving his hand up and down his cock even faster. He took his other hand and slipped a finger into his mouth while staring at Cynthia's hardened nipples. He wanted so badly to be sucking on the real things. "I love to grab her ass and move her on top of me, grinding her pussy into me." Tony's hand was now moving faster, stroking his throbbing cock. Cynthia had now pushed her pants off completely. Her left leg straightened out and fell against Tony's. This surprised Tony and he gasped looking at Cynthia with a quizzical look. "Sorry", Cynthia moaned, "I didn't think my own rule would be so hard to keep and I just had to feel your skin. He didn't mind and the little body contact sent him closer to the top. Cynthia put her other leg up on the back of the driver seat. He watched with amazement as she reached into her purse and removed her hairbrush. She heard Tony gasped as she slowly started to insert the handle deep into her. She stared at his cock imagining that instead it was this throbbing, gorgeous piece of meat filling her deep pussy. Once buried inside she moved it slightly in and out while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Tony's eyes were open wide with amazement as he watched this extremely erotic site. Cynthia looked so beautiful as she got lost in the throws of her own pleasure. His voice jerked her back to reality as she hungrily watched him stroking his lovely trunk. Tony continued. "I love when a woman is vocal telling me either by her words or moans how close she is, so I can try to pace myself to cum with her." Tony had to back off slightly as he felt his balls tighten up and the tingle begin at the base of his groin. Hearing that Cynthia moaned, "Oh yes baby, you're filling me up! I can feel you so deep in me... jeezzz...ohhhh.. Keep pushing. Don't stop. I'm getting so close. Oooohhhhhhhhhh" Cynthia's free hand pushed against the window leaving streaks with her fingers along the fogged pane. She pushed her leg harder against Tony's trying to soak in the little body contact between them. She so wished the brush handle she was pushing in and out of her was Tony's hard, throbbing cock that he was busily stroking. "You feel so good, your skin is so smooth and sensual... ohhh... yeeahhh...ohhh... closer... oh god, Tony baby... keep going... cum with me... please ... cum deep inside me. Ohhhh... closer... I'mmm, I'mmm, oohhh... yessss... cuuummmiinnggg... aaagggaaaiiinnnnn... oohhhhhhhhhhhhh" Tony felt her leg spasm as the first wave of a huge orgasm swept her. Feeling her twitches, Tony responded, "Oh, Cynthia... yyyyeess... I can feel your pussy squeezing my rock hard cock... yess... it's driving me crazy, it feels so good... It's swallowing me... massaging my cock.... Pulsating around him... pushing me over the toooppppp.... gggoddddd.... yeahhhhh.... ohhhhhh...." Tony aimed his cock at Cynthia and just like the night of cyber sex he exploded hard. He felt his sperm shoot out and it came with such force it landed all the way across the seat and onto Cynthia's belly. The second rope dotted her thigh, which was pressing against his calf. The third resulted in two small drops on her foot, now resting at the base of his cock. He released his cock which was still twitching and the remaining fluid dripped down. Cynthia was watching Tony cum with fascination as her waves had subsided. She reached down with her fingers and scooped what had landed on her belly and brought it to her mouth. She had never tasted a man's juices until Dave and only then because he hadn't told her he was about to cum when she was giving him head. Instead surprising her, which usually made her gag. But as she licked her fingers now she smiled. She didn't mind the taste and enjoyed the look of amazement on Tony's face as she did this. The fact that it seemed to turn him on so much is what made it so pleasurable. Then she reached her foot all the way out and rubbed Tony's cock up and down. Tony groaned, closed his eyes and leaned back; her foot pushing out his remaining juices which her toes happily cleaned off. As his orgasm subsided, Tony reached down to Cynthia's leg and caressed her calf and foot. "Now that I'm done sharing can I touch now?" Tony asked. "Well since I broke the rule first, It's only fair", Cynthia replied. Then she looked him deep in the eyes and reached her arms out. Tony took the signal and turned over; crawling up to her, he gently laid on her, sighing as he felt her breasts touching his chest, his now limp member gently brushing her thigh. Cynthia entwined her legs with his and pulled him close. "That was wonderful to watch", Cynthia smile. Then she leaned in and gave Tony a long passionate kiss. They remained this way for what seemed hours but was really just a few minutes. As their bodies cooled down, the night air started to make Cynthia shiver. "We'd best be going. You have a long drive home." Cynthia said. Tony was saddened that he was not being invited to spend the night but he understood. He reached for his glove box where he had a stash of tissues. They cleaned up as best as possible and pulled on their clothes. The drive back to Union Square was mostly in silence as both of them tried to soak up their experience. Always the gentleman Tony even entered the garage and drove Cynthia to her car not caring that it would cost him a couple of bucks just to get back out a few minutes later. He held open Cynthia's car door for her. Before getting in she snuggled up to Tony again and gave him another long kiss. "Can't wait until next time." Cynthia said smiling. "Until then", Tony replied. This time the sound of her car door closing was not as bad as the one he heard on his instant message software only a few weeks ago. To hopefully be continued... Copyright © 10/19/2005 by XCL