Into Liana’s Secret Garden

Into Liana’s Secret Garden


It was the El Nino season and I was riding my bike in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my friend’s house a few miles away from where I lived. I was going to collect a book he’d promised to lend me. We were both out of high school a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the area where my friend lived, having spent a few years there myself, so I knew which streets had large overhanging trees that offered sporadic shelter. A short distance before turning into one such street, I rose off the saddle and stood high on the pedals without pedaling, letting the bike’s unaided propulsion take me slowly round the bend. I guess I was still a little boyish at eighteen. For some unknown reason as I turned into the street I looked sideways at a little flat, blue and yellow house. My eyes looked straight through an open window and onto the sight of a woman lying on a sofa with one hand holding up a book and the other hand between her spread legs. I nearly fell, but managed to regain balance and continue riding. About four houses away I turned around my bike and headed back up the street on the same side at a very slow pace.

There it was again, the titillating sight of a woman fingering herself while reading a book. How she was lying she would have had to turn her head around to notice me. I stopped the bike and peered in, my penis already swelling. I decided to put my bike on its stand and go into the yard for a better look. But then I quickly summed up the situation and realized that was not the best of available options; for one, a neighbor from the opposite house could very well be looking out and catch me peering into the house and call the cops. Also, why settle for a peek when I could knock on the door and hope she was home alone, which was likely, considering what she was up to, and try to chat her up and hopefully, she being already turned on would let me in for a quick fuck. I was fairly good looking and well built. I got encouraging looks from older women all the time, and had even scored a couple of times already since leaving school.

I knocked at the door and stood waiting. The door opened slightly and a brown skin Dougla (mixture of black and East Indian) woman stood peeping out at me, her eyes slightly red and glassy and her face ruddy. She looked to be in her late-thirties.
“Good afternoon mam I’m here to see Gavin.” I said in a soft nerdy kind of voice. Actually, I was considered by my friends as a nerd, and found it quite easy to play the part of an innocent young man. I did it all the time, especially with the ladies.
“Who is Gavin?” she asked looking me up and down in an appraising manner.
“Damn,” I thought, “I have a semi hard on, I just hope it doesn’t turn her off, thinking I’m a rapist or something.” The tight old khaki school trousers I was wearing wouldn’t do much to hide it, especially since the white T shirt I was wearing because of the heat did not reach that far. Her eyes did linger briefly on my mid-section, and I noticed the quick blush.
“Gavin Loncke,” I said, “we went to school together. He said the first house in the first cross street joining Duncan Street,” I muttered, looking into her eyes, feeling my cock stretching out some more.
“Well no Gavin lives here, I’m sorry son, did he say the first cross street if you’re coming from the East or from the west?” she asked, her posture relaxing a little as she pushed the door open a little wider, almost half way.
I scratched my head and pretended to be trying to remember the instructions. I could now see, with the door opened wider that she was a shapely, slightly plump woman, about five seven or eight. She had large sparkling black eyes, a longish pointed nose and wide mouth with full moist lips; a Sophia Loren type of face. Her curly black hair was brushed down loosely to her shoulders. An attractive piece, I thought.
“I don’t recall mam, maybe be meant coming from the West. How silly of me not to have thought about that,” I murmured, while thinking “this cock of mine will surely spoil things if it doesn’t behave.”
The little fucker was swelling up quite a bit. I brought my hands in front my crotch to try and hide the bulge. I caught her quick glance down.
“It’s not your fault, he should have told you exactly from which end.” she said sympathetically.
“Well it sure is a long ride to the other end,” I said looking up at the sun.
“Yes, I know darling, and in this heat,” she said sweetly.
“ Well, I’d better be off, sorry to have taken you away from whatever you were doing,” I said and saw her blush and quickly look down.
“Don’t worry about that, I wasn’t really doing anything much, just reading.”
“Would you be so kind as to give me a glass of cold ice water before I move off, I feel very thirsty,” I said.
“Cold ice water after being in this heat, you could get a stroke,” she said laughing softly.
“I do it all the time,” I boasted
“Okay,” she said and turned around. She started to close the door and then changed her mind. Probably thinking I couldn’t possibly be a thief or rapist.

As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing a short thin, white cotton dress through which green bikini panties could be clearly seen. Her lush ass bounced nicely against the skirt. I’d already noticed that there was no bra under the loose cotton blouse with buttons all the way down the front, and that she had long nipples on tiny jutting beasts. Thinking about it made my cock rise to the max. She returned with the glass of water and nearly spilled it when she glanced at the massive hard on I was sporting. She looked away quickly, her face growing red. I took the water making sure my fingers pressed onto hers.
“Don’t drink it too quickly, it’s very cold,” she said. And immediately I knew what I had to do to create a favourable situation.

I put the glass to my head and gulped it down in one go. As I was handing her the glass I pretended to cough, and then made a choking sound as I gripped my stomach and bent over. Her big eyes opened wide and she stepped forward quickly and put a hand on my shoulder. I pretended to be dizzy.
“I warned you” she said, “come, you’d better come in and sit down for a while till you catch yourself.” She sounded genuinely worried.