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The breeze tickles my bare thighs as I take the stone steps down into the garden. Moss-covered rocks line a babbling creek. Cherry blossom petals float lazily through the air. An ancient pagoda sits amongst the overgrown peonies. I come here on my lunch breaks sometimes just to get away from the world. A Japanese garden in the middle of a bustling city. What better place to get a little respite? I usually walk around barefoot. I love the feeling of grass warmed by the sun tickling my feet. The garden is always secluded, which is what I like about it, but today my secret spot has been intruded upon. I see the top of your head across a row of hedges twenty feet away. Your hair blows gently in the wind. The sun beats down on both of us as I pass through a field of flowering white lilies. I see only small glimpses of you through beams of sunlight between the towering trees. We’re completely alone in this Japanese garden, just two wanderers among the plants and petals. You turn right and suddenly I see you head on for the first time. My breath catches in my throat. You are stunning. I’ve never felt this way looking at another woman before. Why can’t I stop looking at you? I’m nervous that you might catch me staring, but I can’t pull my eyes away… I don’t know what’s happening to me. Maybe it’s the serenity of the garden, or the calm, relaxed state of my mind, but I feel so drawn to you, to your beauty, like you’re one of the lotus flowers floating down the creek. You glance up as my shadow partially blocks your light. I don’t know what to say, so I lower myself down onto the soft lush grass beside you and ask if I can sit here. You smile gently and welcome me into your peaceful space. Leaves rustle in the breeze. A shower of cherry blossom petals rains down on us as the breeze softly shakes the tree. You watch me watching you. You follow my eyes as they trail up and down your perfectly shaped thighs, your supple, inviting breasts. I can’t think about anything but feeling you, tasting you. I ask if you’ve ever been here before. “It’s my first time,” you tell me. “This is my favorite tree,” I say. “It’s beautiful,” you agree. You look over at me once again. Your eyes trail up and down my body. My skin prickles with goosebumps beneath your gaze. Our heads are drawn so slowly together, like a magnet is guiding us towards one another. Your lips are impossibly soft against mine. Is this really happening…? Or have I fallen asleep in the garden and this is simply a dream? Your gentle hands guide me down towards the ground. The grass is cool and damp against my back. The garden is our sanctuary, completely walled off and protected from any prying eyes. Your hands trail down my arms. I shiver beneath your touch. Were you watching me walk through the hedges, just as I was watching you? The breeze sends a draft of warm air up my skirt, caressing me down below my hips while your hands caress my upper body. I trail my fingertips down the back of your neck, down the sides of your ribs. You’re so soft, so warm. I want to bury myself inside of you. Your fingertips dare to move further down my side, across my hips, down my upper thigh. Oh my god… I want you to touch me so badly. My pussy is warm and desperate. I’m starting to get really wet. I silently beg you to keep going. Your fingers tease my wet entrance. You part my folds and gently play with my clit… “Fuck, you feel so good,” you whisper in my ear. The sun warms my thighs and I dig my heels into the grass. You climb down my body. My wetness is pooling in my panties. You lower yourself until your head hovers just between my legs. Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do? Oh my god. Your hands pull gently at the waistband of my panties. You slide them down my thighs and slip them over each of my ankles. Your eyes meet mine just before you press your mouth up against the lips of my… Your tongue is so incredibly soft as it slips inside of me. You lick my clit with hungry little strokes. You fuck me so expertly. Your tongue slides in… and out of me, over… and over, again. Your hands wrap around the backs of my thighs and massage them. I can’t think. I can’t speak. All I know is the warmth of your mouth… and the embrace of the sun. Another wave of cherry blossom petals falls upon us. Little pink leaves scatter across the ground. Please, please, don’t stop, I beg you. Right there, just like that. Oh, please. Please! Don’t stop! My body tenses up, every muscle contracts. I open my eyes and stare up at the expansive blue of the sky above us. Heat builds up all throughout me. My hips buck forward into your mouth. I can’t hold onto this any longer. I’m going to passion. I’m trembling… right now, into your mouth. You lift yourself up… and smile down at me. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, then, you lie down beside me in the cool grass. You lay your hand across my chest which is heaving up and down still. That was… amazing. My mind is barely working, all I know are the endless waves of pleasure swelling inside of me. I look up at the tree shading us. Its branches dip down low, shielding us from prying eyes. Our sanctuary.