Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Arbor Day  
Keywords: M/F, rom
Summary: A very simple story of a sexy afternoon.

Bendan opened the arbor gate and motioned for Laura to precede him. "Thank you, sir," she said with a swish of her skirt. Laura's cream-colored sundress swirled around her knees and thighs.  Bendan noticed that she kept it floating around here whenever she could. His pulse quickened at the way the cream set off her olive skin, her dark eyes, her cocoa lips. Her hair swirled, too, and Bendan caught his breath as it floated in a breeze and then settled over her shoulders. An errant strand lay across Laura's cheek, just touching her mouth; he brushed it lightly away with a smile.
Bendan had spent the morning setting his scene. A coffee table stood on the grass in the shadiest corner, a champagne bottle resting in an ice bucket beside two glasses. A huge, fresh picnic cloth lay on the dense, soft surface of the lawn by the table. Bendan turned to close the gate and then he led Laura by the hand to the cloth. He sat cross-legged beside Laura. "Your dress seems to land about a minute after you do," he said as she settled. 
"It's a very hard trick to learn," she answered with a giggle. She was very conscious of the dress; it covered only a pair of tan panties and her own skin. Her breasts moved slightly under the light, gauzy material; its texture brushed her nipples and they rose slightly. When they rose, Laura had noticed, Bendan's eyes fell to them. Well, wasn't that the point?
"And very delightful it is," Bendan said. His eyes said much more as he took her in. Laura's legs were curled under her and the dress clung to her waist and hips tightly. There was plenty to cling to; she was a slender, curved young woman with particularly round thighs. Bendan admired Laura's thighs and her bottom almost to obsession. Her other features attracted his eyes as well; the small bosom, only half hidden by the low neckline. Perhaps Laura should have left one more button fastened...perhaps not. Her neck was long and smooth, her chin the point of a heart-shaped face. Laura's eyes, though, Bendan thought. She has the most amazing eyes, so large and deep and brown. I keep getting lost in those eyes...I'm lost again! he told himself sharply. Aloud, he asked, "Would you care to try the champagne?" He pulled the bottle from the ice and showed her the label.
"Spumante!" she said. "My favorite!"
"I know it isn't exactly champagne, but it's close enough," Bendan answered as he worked the cork loose.
"I like this better," Laura said. 
"Your sweet tooth," Bendan said.  "I like sweet things too," Bendan leaned over and stole a quick kiss. Quick it may have been, but he tasted sweet and manly and Laura rather suspected that longer ones might follow. Bendan was still wrestling with the cork. "There it goes!" he cried.
"Good shot!" Laura said, throwing back her head and laughing. The cork had sailed the length of the arbor and landed in the goldfish pond by the gate. The fountain was splashing very softly. "It's singing to us," she said, pointing to the spray of water.
"And what is it singing?" Bendan asked. 
"A hymn? No, this place is too cheerful for a hymn. A Christmas carol? No, it's the middle of July. It must be a love song," she said. Bubbles chased up the stem of the glass he offered. She took it and took his mouth as well, lingering a thought longer than they had kissed a minute before. Then she leaned back on one arm, kicking her legs out in front and crossing them as she looked toward the pond in the sunny part of the arbor.
Bendan looked again. His eyes drank in her sparkle, her laugh, her fine figure under the light cloth. A button by her waist had slipped open and he could see just a postage-stamp of smooth brown stomach, the postage-stamp with the belly button in the middle. He poured himself a glass of the sweet wine and sipped it slowly.
Laura turned from the glare of the sunlight to the cool shade where Bendan sat. He was a big man, nearly a foot taller than she was, and an athlete. He had ridden for the Olympic jumping team a few years before, until an injury had knocked him out of the competition. The scar still ran from his right eyebrow to his ear, a faded line that gave a touch of character to a face that might otherwise be too fresh, too young--a sign of experience that made him a man, not a boy.
Bendan was wearing running shorts and a golf shirt today. Laura was sure that he chose his shirts a size too small so they would cling to him the way they did, but he had the body to justify the small vanity. His sports had given him strongly muscled arms and legs, a deep chest and eyes that looked sharply from under his thick blond eyebrows. He was a man to be proud of. She knew she was pretty, too, although she didn't realize just how lovely Bendan thought she was. Tennis and swimming were her favorite sports; she rode with Bendan sometimes, but never over the jumps. They terrified her.
They gazed so for a long, long minute before Laura broke off. She tried to cover up by sipping her drink, but she broke up suddenly and fragrant drops sprayed across the blanket. "Watch it!" Bendan said, starting up. "You're not supposed to shower me with this! You're supposed to drink it!"
"I thought you looked a little hot, and I wanted to cool you off," Laura replied. Her devil eyes and smile put the lie to that, Bendan thought.
"Little girls ought not to tell fibs," he said, shaking a finger at her and wiping the Spumante from his leg. He licked his fingers; Laura watched his hand go to his mouth, looked at his full lips and his smile, and felt herself melting inside. Or perhaps melting down; there were sensations growing, familiar and welcome. The sight of his lips on his fingers was warming her in a way that the bright sun hadn't done. Their corner of the arbor was heavily shaded, so heavily that the light was actually tinted green by the leaves of the tall trees overhead. It was a setting from a fairy tale or an old Greek myth, the maiden and the young god secluded, knowing only each other while the spell lasted.
They were silent again for a few minutes, an easy silence of friends on a quiet day. Laura realized suddenly that she hadn't seen the housekeeper or the gardener when she arrived. Was Bendan up to something? Finally? Wasn't it about time? "Where are Bobbie and Tom?" she asked innocently.
Bendan's reply was just as innocent. "They took the weekend to see their grandchildren. I saw them off to Baltimore this morning."
"Then it's just us chickens?" she asked.
"Just us chickens." He refilled her glass and she took a mouthful. The rich taste filled her head and warmed her throat as she swallowed it. She could feel a slight giddiness.  She wasn't tipsy, she knew, at least not from the wine. The clear day, the cool shade, the singing fountain and the young god across the blanket were making her tipsy. Better things than wine, she thought.
Laura got up suddenly. She reached down and pulled Bendan up by both hands. "Come on," she said. "Let's dance."
"All right," he laughed, holding her hands tightly. She laughed as she pulled him into the sunshine by the pond and he laughed with her. They turned about a few times, like children playing ring-around-the-rosy, laughing until they were breathless. 
"Look at this grass," Laura said. "It's too beautiful for shoes!" She kicked her sandals off and wiggled her toes in the thick grass. Bendan slipped his boaters off and wiggled his toes too. He took her hands again and after a minute she realized that he had wiggled his toes right onto hers. "Footsies!" she said. "You're it!" She broke away and ran to the other side of the fountain.
Bendan followed, though not very quickly. Laura's dress was floating up and down as she ran, her legs moving in and out under the swirling fabric. He wanted the show to go on as long as it could.  As he followed, she darted back to the shade. He finally cornered her by their table, planting his feet on hers and pulling her into an embrace.
Laura was waiting for this. She wrapped her arms around Bendan's waist and squeezed as hard as she could. She put her face up and found his lips with hers, just as she'd expected. She parted her lips to welcome his tongue as it demanded entrance. Her hands were busy on Bendan's smooth, hard back; the cotton felt good under her fingers and palms as she ran them over him. She could feel her breasts rising and contracting as they pressed against his chest, the nipples pushed into the crinkled gauze of the cream dress. It had seemed so cool a few minutes ago, but now it was becoming too warm to wear. 
Bendan scooped her up, lifting her under the arms as she wrapped her legs around his thighs. His big hands cupped her hips as she put her hands behind his neck to draw his mouth to hers. She tongue-wrestled with him for a few moments and then he broke the contact. "Whew," he gasped.
"Yes," she breathed against his neck.
"Yes, what?" he asked softly.
"Yes. Isn't that the answer you wanted?" she asked, gazing into his sharply blue eyes.
"Yes, it is." Held like this, Laura was actually above Bendan a little as she threw her head back in exultation and expectation. Bendan kissed her neck, running his tongue up from the V of her neckline and along her throat to finish at her ear. A path of cool flame followed his tongue and she realized she was pressing his face against her chest, between the small cups that burned under her dress. "Oh, God," he was whispering. Or was it her voice?
Laura felt herself fall, fall, fall through space. It turned out to only be the two feet that she had been above the ground. Bendan scooped her up like a child and carried her to the blanket. "Is this where you want to go, ma'am?" he asked.
"This is my stop," she agreed.
"Elevator going down," he answered as he carefully lowered her onto her back. He gazed down at her, the dark eyes and the face framed by the black hair, the cool cream of the dress accenting the dark flesh of her arms and her chest. She raised one knee as he bent and kissed her, turning it toward him. It was an invitation he couldn't ignore. His large, smooth hand brushed along her thigh along the outside, from the knee to her hip, stopping at the line of cloth under the dress, tickling along the front of her thigh and down the inside back to her knee. He did this for a long time and her meltdown grew stronger with every lingering moment, with every pass of his hand along that special place on her inner thigh. 
She sighed as he pulled back from another kiss that had lasted at least a week and should have lasted two. He raised one hand to the top button of her dress -- to the top button that was fastened, at least -- and carefully he worked the button loose. There were four of them; each one took longer than the one before. She was stroking his arm as he tried to open the buttons and that was part of it, but he seemed to be slowing down on purpose. "What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"I'm not waiting for anything," he answered. "I've never seen your breasts before. I'm making this last as long as possible. I hope we'll still be here after dark."
Laura giggled and pulled his hand to her mouth. She kissed it and said, "Maybe we will be." Her dress was open but it still lay across her breasts, shielding them for a few moments longer. Softly she pulled one side away and shared with him the sight of her small, smooth, firm breast. Just as softly, he pulled the other side away. Somehow she slipped her arms out even as he was dropping his head to her. His lips fell on her nipples, one and then the other and then the first one again. His tongue circled them and then his hands in turn. Laura bit her lip as the pleasure and the anticipation came to the verge of being a pain too sweet to bear. Her breath was as ragged as Bendan's as he extended himself. Her belly leaped against his tongue as he ran it down to the place where the opening of the dress ended. It was still a few inches above her only undergarment. Then he ran his tongue up again, all the way to her throat and ending in a kiss as he stretched beside her. 
"No fair!" she said after a moment. "You have to catch up with me." She sat up and the dress fell around her flat, smooth waist. Bendan knelt beside her and she pulled his shirt out of his shorts and over his head. His chest was covered with a fine spray of blond hair and she teased him with it, running her fingers along and tweaking his nipples. She ran a hand along his thighs and up to his shorts where she could see his erection pushing urgently against the nylon. She lingered there a moment and suddenly Bendan pushed her back onto the blanket.
His embrace was hungry, his kiss needing. Laura was frightened for just a moment: had she pushed things too far that way? But she knew she hadn't; this was part of what she'd come for today. She'd expected Bendan to seduce her today, had been expecting it for weeks. Had been looking forward to it, even dreaming about it. This was no dream, though; his urgency was as real as hers and neither of them could brook any denial now. 
Bendan was pushing the hem of her dress up around her waist. Eagerly his hand ran up her thighs and down, ran along her panties and slipped under the leg openings. "Oh, how sweet you are," he said, "how soft and sweet." This was the forbidden territory, this soft dark flesh above the elastic around her thighs. He let one fingertip slip between her legs at the back; her bottom tightened at the contact and tingling rocketed around her body. The fingertip came around again, still under the elastic. Just the feel of the elastic giving way burned her skin more fiercely.  It felt wild; it felt wonderful. The fingertip was in front now, stroking the delicate hair and finding the moist cleft of her sweetness. 
Laura's desire was overwhelming her patience. Her longing was a powerful flame that felt like glory, but it needed more. She put one hand down to join Bendan's hand and she started to slide down the material that separated them. He took over as she rolled to her back again, pulling the panties along her thighs, over her knees, off of her feet. They landed somewhere near the bucket of melted ice where the wine still waited for them. He gathered the dress and freed her from it as well, leaving her clothed only in beauty and green shade. He almost fell on top of her in his eagerness as he got out of his shorts and his briefs -- striped briefs, Laura noticed as they slipped down from his eager member and joined her clothes on the grass by the blanket. His whole body was covered by fine blond hair, she saw as he lay beside her. She rolled up to him and they pressed together. 
Large hands on a smooth, rounded bottom. Tiny hands on a hard bottom. Smooth stomach against a burning cock. Throbbing penis against satin belly skin. Tongue of fire on tiny nipples and small breasts; breath of desire along a hard chest and a thick neck. Tiny fingers caressing Bendan's proud flesh; larger fingers fanning the flame of Laura’s vagina. An eager man kneeling beside an ecstatic woman, his tongue touching every part of her body from toe to chin. A lithe figure on top of a powerful one, pressing her breasts and her thighs against his bare flesh. A sudden reversal worthy of a wrestling match.
Bendan rolled over to his pants to produce a condom.  Laura pushed him onto his back and touched him again.  Then she opened the packet carefully and rolled the sheath over Bendan's cock.  She was startled that she could perform so bold an act, but the look on Bendan's face showed how much he liked it.  She lay down again and pulled Bendan on top of herself.  Her thighs opened at the touch of him, made his erection welcome in her vagina. She gasped as he clenched his teeth and breathed unevenly. She had all of him within herself, body and soul, a rocking presence full of life and love and promise and joy. He hugged her as he moved in rhythm with her, the ancient rhythm of man and woman. Their cries went unheard except by each other and a bird who gave no notice. The lengthening shadows spread over them as they locked together in ecstasy of flesh and spirit. The sun was just touching the horizon as the great wave of joy and release washed over the lovers under the tall trees. "Bendan!" Laura cried as she heard her own name gasped by a voice she thought she should know. "Oh, Bendan!"
"My love," the gasping voice answered. "Oh, Laura, my love..." The voice trailed off. 
They shifted around when they could release each other for a moment. Laura lay against Bendan, her head on his chest, her body tucked under his arm. The evening would have been cool for a naked person lying on a blanket by a fountain, but their nakedness kept them warm.  Laura knew they would have to get up sooner or later, but that would wait.  Until then, maybe Bendan would like to try again