Alexis's Garden of Eden Adventure

Alexa’s Garden of Eden Adventure

Alexa wandered through the exotic garden, enjoying her day off.

As she meandered toward a statue, a man suddenly appeared from nowhere. His pencil-thin silver moustache glittered in the sun, and he smiled.

“Well, hello,” he said.

“Hi,” Alexa said.

“You seem surprised to see me,” he said.

“I am,” she said. “I had no idea anyone else was visiting here today.”

“Surprise,” he said.

Alexa couldn’t tell if the man was French or American, but he definitely wasn’t Australian or English.

“I’m Charles,” he said, holding out his hand. He had long fingers and a strong grip. The kind of hand that could pleasure a woman for hours.

“Alexa, nice to meet you,” she said.

“Would you like to sit and chat for a moment?” he asked, pointing to a wrought iron bench near a fountain.

“Sure,” she said.

Usually, Alexa was full of confidence, but this man made her feel slightly intimidated. But in a good way. Frankly, she wanted to strip right there and straddle him. The man sat down and Alexa followed his lead. His hand immediately fell to her bare leg and she felt her pussy tingle with excitement.

“I think I know just the way to spend the afternoon,” Alexa said.

“Looking at the beautiful flowers in this garden,” he said.

“Hmm, not exactly,” Alexa said, untying her halter top from around her neck.

The yellow and black chiffon top fell to the top of her shorts and the man gazed at her gorgeous tits.

“Is this what you have in mind?” Alexa asked.

“I thought we could get to know each other,” Charles said. “But I like your idea better.”

“My tight little pussy got wet the minute I saw you,” she said.

Standing, she shimmied out of her shorts and lacy white panties and finished untying her halter from around her waist. There, in the middle of this public garden, she stood naked, her tan, taut body begging for his touch.

“Where did you come from?” he asked.

“Your dreams,” she said.

Lying down on the soft grass, she spread her legs, showing him her bald pussy.

“You’re wet all right,” he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his long, hard dick.

“And you’re hard,” Alexa said.

“On all fours,” he said. “Only way I like to fuck.”

“Have it your way,” she said.

She rolled over and he mounted her with ease. Her pussy was tighter than any he had had in years, and he enjoyed stretching her to her limits. He knew his cock was big, other women had said so, but Alexa was so tight that he almost came within seconds.

“You a virgin?” he asked.

“No,” Alexa laughed. “Not by a long shot.”

“I want to live in your cunt for days,” Charles said, thrusting in and out of her.

Alexa felt herself on the brink of orgasm and as she came, she felt herself explode in wetness, drowning his dick. He slid out accidentally.

“For fuck sake, this tight and a squirter,” he said.

“I can do it all,” she said, gaining back her confidence.

“I bet you can, dear, I bet you can,” Charles said.

He spanked her firm ass and grabbed her hair. In the distance, they both heard chatter but neither cared. The fact that someone may see them fucking made Charles even hornier. He grunted louder, fucking with abandonment, and Alexa moaned as she felt his cum run down her leg. As he pulled out, she took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, and he pulled on her nipples as he quickly came again.

Looking up into his eyes, he smiled.

“I feel like I owe you dinner or something,” he said.

“You owe me another hour or ten of fucking,” she said. “Then maybe we can talk about dinner.”

“Where should we go?” Alexa said.

“It’s a good thing I actually own the mansion that belongs to this garden,” he said.

“What? I thought these were public,” Alexa said.

“Oh, the gardens, well, yes more or less, I own them, but I allow visitors. The mansion? That’s all mine.”

Alexa smiled not believing her luck. She had always wanted to the mansion.

“How many bedrooms are in that house?” she asked.

“Eight, my darling, and we are going to fuck in every single one of them,” he said. “By the time, I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a few days.”

“I guess I will just have to take to one of your beds and recover then,” she said, picking up her clothing. “Don’t even bother getting dressed,” he said. “I know a back way to the house and we might just pleasure each other along the way.”

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