Grinding in the Garden

Photo by Volodymyr on Adobe Stock 

During a photo shoot Molly struggles with her desire for Dave’s nakedness

My tires crunched on the gravel drive as I parked against the fence. There weren’t any other cars in the lot, which meant we’d have the entire garden available for our photoshoot, at least for a while. 

The garden was one of my favorite spots to shoot. The flowers bloomed around the pond from early Spring through the fall, tulips giving way to smiling Black-eyed-susans, with hydrangeas outlasting them all. I could hear the frogs singing, looking for their lover among the lilipads. 

This June day was sticky-humid, and my sundress stuck to the back of my thighs when I stood. I adjusted it quickly, hoping I wouldn’t sweat through the entire photo shoot. I was thankful I’d chosen a dress that left my back bare, at least the breeze would cool me somewhat. 

As I gathered my gear, I thought about the last time I’d seen him.

Our first photoshoot was while he was working, I needed to get some action-shots for his website. There were other people around, but when I peered through the camera lens, I could allow my eyes to feast on his broad shoulders and sculpted arms beneath a rolled-up t-shirt.

When Dave parked next to me, heat crept into my cheeks.

He can’t read your thoughts, weirdo

I smiled and lifted my hand in a wave, hoping the redness on my cheeks and ears would dissipate quickly.

“Hey there, you ready to do this?” Dave climbed out of his SUV and locked the doors.

“Yep,” I swung my camera bag over my shoulder, my tripod balanced in my left arm.

“Let me help you with that,” Dave took the tripod, his fingers grazing my bare shoulders.

I was reasonably sure he heard my heart flutter and my breath catch in my throat. Controlling myself through this photoshoot was going to be exhausting.

Really? What are you some sort of horny teenager? Get it together.

I shook my head and followed Dave to the grove of trees, cherry, birch and maple mixed together in a fragrant, explosion of color. This would be the perfect backdrop for his headshots. I’d throw in a few extra full body shots for his website. 

I busied myself setting up my equipment, adjusting the tripod, and checking the light in the garden. I could feel Dave’s eyes on my back as I worked. When I glanced up, our eyes locked, and I bit my lower lip, willing my face not to blush. Dave’s lips twitched slightly in an almost smile as he lowered his gaze to his phone.

“Ok, I think we’re all set. Can you stand against the tree so I can check the lighting?”

Dave moved into the viewfinder and rested against the tree, arms folded across his chest. I tried to ignore the way his biceps beckoned me. I bent to adjust the lens, snapped a test photo, and checked it on the screen. A breeze lifted my skirt, and I quickly smoothed it down over my backside. I didn’t like wearing panties, so I hoped Dave hadn’t seen beneath my dress.

Dave’s eyes pierced mine.

“Sorry,” I adjusted my red sundress, “Let your arms fall to your side, and put one foot against the tree.”

Dave smiled and followed my directions, “Like this?”

Christ, he was so fucky sexy, and he didn’t even know it. 

“Uh-huh,” I zoomed in on his face and snapped a few more shots.

“I want to get you on that bench,” I pointed to a worn wooden bench next to the pond, “Just sit naturally, we want the photos to look like you.”

Dave shook his head, chuckled, and walked to the bench. I studied him through the viewfinder, enjoying the opportunity to let my eyes linger on his inviting lips, the shape of his sculpted torso through his shirt, and the defined legs below his shorts. I couldn’t help think that those legs would be excellent at thrusting powerfully…

Jesus, you need to focus. Stop undressing him.

I shook my head again.

“Is something wrong?” when I glanced up, Dave licked his lips.

I squeezed my eyes shut, “Nope, just a bug flying around my head,” I swatted an imaginary fly.

His sideways smile let me know he knew there wasn’t a bug, “your collar is folded down,” I pointed, “No, other side.”

I walked over to adjust Dave’s shirt for him, something I’d done for photography clients as long as I’d been taking pictures. When my hand brushed the heat of his neck, my stomach flipped over.

“Your eyes are a unique color,” Dave said, “I can’t tell if they are blue, gray, or green.”

I didn’t fight the color in my cheeks fast enough this time, “Um, actually, a bit of all three,” I turned back towards the camera, hoping he hadn’t noticed my blushing.

Just because he likes your eyes doesn’t mean he wants you.

My inner voice was being a straight-up bitch today. I took a deep breath, and went back to work, snapping a few photos.

“Okay, I think I’ve got some great ones, one will certainly work for your book jacket.”

“Mind if I take a look?” Dave stood and wandered over to the camera.

“Please, I gestured to the display,” Dave’s shoulder brushed mine, I could smell his aftershave. Wetness spread between my legs. I clicked through the photos one at a time.

Oh my god, can he smell how much I want him? Maybe I should rethink my panty boycott around him. 

“Wow, great job, I like this one the best, but we’ll see what my publisher says,” Dave let his hand fall, and it brushed my thigh just below the hem of my dress. My vagina throbbed. 

“Do you want me to upload them directly or send them to you?”

“Send them to me, pick a few to upload. Don’t want to give you too much creative freedom. You’ll just sit there and criticize your own work to death and deem none of them good enough.”

“Nah, pictures of you always turn out well.”

Shit, I was flirting again.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me, Miss Andrews,” Dave unleashed his full smile on me, and his eyes twinkled with humor.

The flush to my cheeks was instantaneous and had me once again curing my pale skin, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t do that.”

I really need to work on my poker-face. 

“Actually, I think you should stop restraining yourself. I’m a man, and in this sort of relationship, I certainly can’t be the one to make the first move. I mean, we’re certainly friends now, but this whole thing started professionally,” Dave had shifted, so he was facing me directly, “But I can let you know that a move would be welcome.”

“Oh,” It hadn’t occurred to me that my crush would be reciprocated, “Um, then, would you like to go out sometime?”

“I would, yes. But, do you mind if I kiss you right now? Because I’ve been dying to for weeks.”

I nodded, and Dave stepped closer, his left hand brushing my neck before cupping my chin. He lowered his lips to my cheek, trailing tiny kisses to the corner of my mouth. His right hand reached around my waist, pulling me closer before his lips massaged mine.

A moan escaped my lips, and I leaned into him. I licked his upper lip with the tip of my tongue, and his hand gripped my dress before moving lower to the curve of my ass.

“Oh, Molly,” Dave groaned as he deepened the kiss further.

My legs wrapped around him, and Dave hoisted me into the air. My bare pussy pressed against the bulge in his shorts as he carried me to the bench. Dave set me down and lowered himself to his knees.

“I don’t want to stop,” his voice was husky.

“Me neither,” I panted.

“Can I taste you?”

I nodded, and he lifted my skirt, “You have a beautiful pussy, so pink, and wet.”

I let my head fall back as his tongue licked slowly up one side of my labia and down the other. His tongue wiggled back and forth, finding my opening, and teasing in circles. I wound my hands through his thick curls and ground my hips forward in response.

Is this actually happening? Holy fuck, holy fuck. 

Dave picked up the pace, licking from my opening to my clit, dancing in small circles before traveling back down. When he added a finger, my legs shook with pleasure.

“Do you like g-spot stimulation?”

“Uh, huh,” I liked anything Dave wanted to do to my tingling body.

His finger teased my g-spot, and his tongue continued its assault on my clit. My body vibrated against his open mouth, and I cried out as I came, my hands tugging on his hair.

“You’re beautiful when you come. Do you want me to stop there?” Dave sat back on his heels, my juices glistening on his face, “We are pretty public.”

“No,” I said, reaching to unzip his shorts.

Once his cock sprang free, I wrapped my left hand around his expanding flesh. I lowered myself to the ground to let my tongue tease from his balls to the head of his throbbing cock. His eyes closed, and a moan encouraged me to go further. I took him into my mouth, enjoying the fullness.

Hmm, he’s a lot bigger than I expected. 

Dave’s hands hovered around my head and shoulders as if he was unsure where to put them. I reached up, his cock in my mouth, and placed his hands in my hair.

“It’s okay, I like it,” I said, locking eyes with Dave who smiled his appreciation.

With Dave’s hands gripping my curls, I bobbed up and down on his cock, my hands forming a sheath and fucking him in rhythm.

“Oh my god, you are so good at sucking cock. I want to fuck you, Molly,” Dave gazed down at me.

Holy fuck!

“Yes,” I stood, ready to feel his cock stretching me. I bent over the bench, my ass in the air.

Dave groaned, “I thought about doing exactly this when I pulled in, and you were bending to get your gear out of your car. I had to wait a moment for my cock to calm down before I got out.”

I looked over my shoulder and laughed, wiggling my hips in invitation.

Dave flipped my skirt up to my waist, placed his hand on my lower back, and line his cock up with my slick vulva. He slid teasingly slowly into my dripping hole, stopped halfway, and pulled back a bit.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Dave slid back in slowly, going a bit deeper this time.

It was hard not to shove my hips backward to take the rest of him, but Dave held me in place and continued his slow rocking into my vagina until finally, I felt his balls against my clit. He paused there, allowing me to get used to the fullness and depth.

“Ok, I’m ready,” and I was.

Dave moved faster now, his balls bouncing against my clit with every thrust. His hands rubbed teasing circles over my ass, and I reached between my legs to massage his balls.

His groan let me know he liked that little bit of attention. I felt his hand leave the curve of my ass then, a sting as he slapped the same spot he’d been caressing.

I cried out, looked over my shoulder, and smiled. Dave grinned back at me and moved his left hand to my shoulder. He continued pounding into me while alternating between caressing my ass and slapping it. The sting of each slap caused my pussy to clench down on his cock, and I felt an orgasm building. 

One more slap sent me over the edge, and my hand left his balls to support my weight as my body trembled with pleasure. Dave stopped thrusting, his cock buried deep inside me and held my hips while I came. When my pussy stopped pulsating, he relaxed his grip, and I took the opportunity to stand and motion for him to sit on the bench.

I straddled Dave, lowering myself onto his erection, my skirt covered us as I began to rock back and forth, my hands using the back of the bench as leverage. I ground my hips into Dave. 

When I switched to circling my hips on his cock, Dave’s hands gripped my hips. His head fell back, and a long, low moan escaped his lips as his cock pulsated, his seed hitting the deepest recesses of my pleasure center. Dave wrapped his arms around my back, his hands flat, massaging the bare skin.

“Wow, you are incredible,” Dave kissed my neck before burying his face and breathing me in, “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

We laughed until tears burned my eyes. Then, I kissed him — Being able to kiss Dave just because I wanted to felt like freedom.

“Next time, though, I’m stripping you naked and taking my sweet time with you. If you’ll let me,” Dave winked.

Oh, I’ll let you.

Finally, my inner voice was making sense.