Sex in the Garden
Damn this weather, Elisabeth thought looking toward the
brooding sky. It was a Friday in late July and the glorious
summer sunny weather that television’s illustrious meteorologists
had forecasted had not materialized. She had recently
completed an exhausting week at work and was looking forward
to a relaxing evening basking under a sleepy summer sun.
Instead the sky was ominous, black, foreboding – not the
kind of weather to be walking unprotected, she thought;
only a few blocks away if I can beat the sky. No sooner had
the thought leaped from her mind when she felt the cool sensation
of water running down her cheek, first one, then another
and another. Suddenly, as if unforgiving dark clouds had
tugged their own purse-strings, a torrential downpour
enveloped her as she attempted, in vain, to shield her head
with her small feminine hands. Christ, she sulked, I’m
going to get soaked, god dammit! She quickened her pace
and started a light run – an unconscious desire to run between
raindrops - but the myriad of wet water cousins had soaked
through to her skin and she had only made it several yards
before she resigned to the futility of her attempts. Lowering
her streaming head she trudged on the last block, a watery
death march home. Sigh.
“Need any help miss?” A voice bolted from behind her, startling
her briefly, “You look like you could use one of these.
”
She wiped the rain off her swimming face parting the hair
that had matted down over her eyes and looked at the man now
hinting with his umbrella, “not like it’ll do you any good
now”, he smiled. He had kindness and sincerity in his smile
which made her reciprocate and she nodded politely and
took her place under the protection of his umbrella.
“I guess you didn’t hear the updated forecast, ” he continued,
“day-time heating, that’s what they call it; looks like
it has claimed its victim in you.” She smiled and laughed
softly.
“I’m Elisabeth”, she said shortly jutting out her hand.
“John”, he replied, “I’ve just moved in a week back just
around the corner from here, Northcliffe. But I’ll walk
to where you’re going if you’d like.”
“Thanks, I’m actually on Jesmond, just off Northcliffe”.
The rain started to come down heavier, and lightening lit
up the air accompanied by ubiquitous thunder. One could
hear the fervent sounds of raindrops driven onto the umbrella,
testing its fortitude, but the faith placed in it was not
to disappoint. It seemed like everything was awash with
rain, the streets becoming rivers, the sidewalks the only
vessel being spared torrential currents. Walking down
past urban rivers, they bantered back and forth pleasantly
– what they did, who they were, what had brought them to the
city - all the small things people master in the arena of
small talk.
Every second step, or so it seemed to Elisabeth,
their eyes would cross and a little smile would pass, a message
sent, a message received. In shades, she felt herself leaning
ever closer towards him – to avoid the rain, she rationalized.
She was surprised her attraction was so immediate and she
couldn’t stop thinking how absolutely wonderful it’d
be to lay warm wet kisses on his lips. She smiled seductively
to herself and so lost herself in him and being with him that
she just about passed her own house.
“This is me.” she said, shaking the cobwebs out of her head,
“Listen, thanks for your umbrella and the walk, and well….”
Jesus what a time to sound awkward!
“It’s been my pleasure, maybe sometime, we could, well…”,
John stammered back.
Elisabeth smiled softly at their mutual nervous excitement,
“I’m going to be here out back all weekend working at the
garden. I’d love some help.”
“I’d love to”, John smiled. His smile sent her soul afire,
she so wanted to know what his lips tasted like, so desperately
wanting to feel that body next to hers, “Yeah, my garden
is looking real good, it’s just back around.”
“Really, I’m a bit of a green thumb myself”, John quirked,
another killer smile. “Well, here, come around and see
for yourself”, gently touching his arm.
Her eyes danced
with anticipation, sending signals she hoped weren’t
too stark, too obvious. She felt her skin warm and heard
her heart race, even under the thunder of falling rain.
He smiled and squinted his eyes slightly and agreed to be
led back to where her garden lay in wait.
It was a short walk back, but one torturously long for them
both. The dry refuge afforded by the umbrella was keeping
them incredibly close and she could feel the heat emanating
from his body. She briefly closed her eyes and sighed gently.
Around back, her garden had already looked representative
of the work she had put into it. It was very clean, trimmed
and lush, flowing with scents carried on wet air. Against
three sides, colors of all descriptions delighted the
eye, crimson reds and saffron yellow, sea blues and royal
purples – all embedded in awash of green, a warm green, a
soft green. The pouring water beaded on the delicate petals
of flowers and the small shafts of grass, giving the garden
a vitality, a glorious sense of life. A warm breeze passed
through, caressing them all, the garden basking in its
serendipity. Elisabeth could hear herself describing
all of flowers, what was where, where was what – but her mind
was swimming in the desire she was feeling, this Samaritan
now standing so close to her that the hairs on his arm were
outstretched reaching for those on hers.
She pointed now
in one direction, now in another, describing all the wonderful
aspects of her creation – it was only then, she noticed that
he wasn’t paying much attention to her tour but much more
to her eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked into
his. They had an almost endless quality, like looking at
an April moon – a beautiful alluring gaze into the soul that
checked her breath and ignited her senses.
Are we moving closer or is the whole world spinning?
Her thought was answered by an indescribably soft kiss.
Elisabeth felt as if everything had slowed in that very
moment – that even the very rain had slowed its descent passing
by pressed lips. Feeling his softness against hers felt
so right to her, so necessary and she eagerly returned his
kisses with her own. Suddenly she felt the rain again and
opening her eyes she saw that the umbrella had fallen to
the side and that water was now cascading over them both.
She lunged forward and cupping his face in her hands, she
placed repeated kisses and felt the fires of his passion
beginning to build. His hands she felt over neglected skin,
so strong, so soft – her entire being lost in an infinite
ocean of desire. Overcome with her passions, she tugged
at his shirt with a strength of a wild lover, tearing off
all but the lower button, revealing warm soft skin. She
traced her hands up over his chest hearing his breath harden
and quicken – seeing him in dripping pleasure drove her
sexuality into a frenzy, and she dragged him down onto the
wet grass, tumbling, kissing, touching, pressing.
In the midst of hungry kisses and urgent sighs, they both
peeled off their wet clothes feeling nothing on their bodies
but warm rain, green grass, skin on skin, breath on breath.
Elisabeth swooned, her skin all afire with sensation and
longing. She could feel the heat of John’s manhood pressing
up to the very cusp of her. Slowly her legs widened, slowly
her hips rose, slowly she felt herself entered. Her neck
tensed back as she felt his hardness inch further into her
warmth, into her wetness. An uncontainable cry of pleasure
echoed over the garden – nails biting into skin, teeth nipping
on bone. They looked into each other’s eyes, looks of utter
abandonment, utter subservience to inane sexual forces.
Their bodies moved as one, their gasping drowned in the
heavy drenching rain. She felt herself build, pleasures
swarmed her senses as he pushed himself down into her again
and again. Time seemed a forgotten quality – sight, sound,
touch, taste – the only absolutes. Still building, ever
building. She felt him bite sharply into her shoulder,
a spasm of pain flooded in pleasure. Her breathing more
intense, his thrusting more urgent, her gasps more burning,
his skin ever searing, rain, skin, thrusting, gasping,
building, building, building. She screamed hearing him
scream, feeling both bodies shake frenziedly and ultimately.
A flood of pleasures racked their entire beings as they
collapsed body onto body.
Innumerable orgasmic aftershocks
rippled through their senses as their burning bodies steamed
in the rain. Two lovers in a garden, together.