Garden Secret The morning light was softly warming on her cool, naked skin. It accentuated the coolness of the gentle morning breeze, and sent a flush through her body. Even with the caressing warmth, her nipples quickly stiffened to erect little peaks. What a beautiful morning, she thought. She knew she shouldn't be outside naked. Her parents had raised her to be modest, but something about the perfect stillness of this crystal clear morning made her want to be one with nature. She stepped off the back porch, and slowly made her way down to the garden. The area was secluded, hidden by high hedges. She approached a small wooden park bench, bathed in sunlight, and sat down. The wood was already warm, and it occurred to her that it felt good on her naked sex. She felt herself getting moist, and chuckled quietly, as the thought of wantonly pleasuring herself here crossed her mind. She looked around, and realized that, even if someone happened by, which in this rural area, would be unlikely, the seclusion of the garden would keep her deeds well hidden. She lay back, and rested her head on the arm of the bench, bringing up her knees, then letting them fall apart. Her hands drifted lower on her body, where one found a very stiff nipple to gently tug, and the other gently raked her soft bush, and then lightly grazed her swollen nether lips. She moaned softly as her fingers lightly teased her tingling sex. As one hand continued to alternate between her highly sensitive nipples, gently tugging and rolling them between her skilled fingers, the other hand continued to explore her secret treasure. Carefully, she probed between her swollen lips, and dipped one finger into her wetness. Sliding upwards, she found her now fully erect love bud, and coated it with her juices. She ran her finger in quick circles, over the now slick skin, and shuddered as a wave of pleasure ran through her at the touch of her own hand. She moaned out loud. Abandoning her nipples, the left hand joined the right, between her legs. She inserted first one finger, then two, while another finger teased and massaged her swollen clit. The combination of the warm sun, the wantonness of laying naked in the garden, and her skilled fingers soon brought her to a peak, and her fingers began to move with frenzied urgency, driven by her need for the orgasm that she could feel building within her. Then she heard the sneeze. She sat bolt upright, and look around. She flushed hotly, realizing that she was not alone, and that someone had been watching her. First, she felt embarrassment, then anger, that someone had invaded her private space, and caught her in a very private moment. "Okay," she said, loudly. "I know you are here. Come out and show yourself. The only way out of this yard is back up towards the house, and I will see you as you walk up the hill." She heard the bushes rustle, only a few feet from where she laid, and realized that someone had been close enough to smell her, and in her abandon, she'd been completely oblivious to their presence. As he stood, she noticed his fly was half unzipped, and his uniform shirt had been hastily tucked in. His face was beet red, and he looked down at the ground. "What are you doing here?" she asked, indignantly. "I came to deliver a package," he answered. She could tell from the courier's uniform, that he was telling the truth. "I rang your doorbell, and got no answer, so I came to find a safe spot to leave it, since we are allowed to leave packages unless it is specifically flagged for a signature. I heard someone cry out, and at first, thought maybe it was someone in need of assistance." His face flushed even more red. She looked at him, obviously just as uncomfortable at being caught watching, as she was at being caught performing. The front of his uniform pants still strained to contain what appeared to be a massive erection. She wondered if it were painful. Smiling to herself, she realized she was still very aroused, and that meant she was in need of assistance. Why not, she asked herself. He obviously needed some assistance of his own. "So," she asked him, "when you got back here and realized I wasn't in any danger, you decided to stick around and watch?" Even his ears were flushing bright red now. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, obviously very uncomfortable. "I am sorry. I have just never seen anything like this before, and I was instantly very horny, and you looked so beautiful, I thought, what would be the harm? I mean, I thought, maybe you wanted to be watched. Why else would you be doing this outdoors?" "I see," she said, slowly, realizing she had the upper hand. "Well, then, it is only fair that I get to watch you." He looked mortified at the thought, and his face became pale. "B-b-but," he started to stammer. "No 'buts'," she said, adamantly. "You saw mine. Lets see yours. It is that or I call your company and tell them about your idea of customer service." He swallowed hard. He had just taken this job a few months prior, and had just gotten into the union. He was making a considerable amount of money, and had benefits, which at his age, was something many of his peers did not have. He really couldn't afford to lose this job. Slowly, his hands went to his belt, and fumbled to open it. Then he undid the button, and pulled the zipper the rest of the way down. His shirt dropped to cover his raging erection, an erection even the humiliation he was feeling couldn't deflate. He was glad for that. "Take your pants all the way off," she commanded him. Reluctantly, he pulled his underwear and pants down to his ankles, and stepped out of them. "Now lose the shirt," she commanded, flatly. He looked at her with a pleading glance, but she met his gaze with a look of warning. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the shirt. Pulling it off, his engorged member was no longer hidden, and her eyes widened in awe. It was at least a good ten inches in length, and as big around as her wrist. She'd never seen one this size, and motioned him to come to her, so she could get a better look. "Now," she told him, "show me what you were doing behind those bushes." He dropped his gaze to the ground, and reached for his cock. He began slowly rubbing the head, and then giving it a few long, slow strokes. She could tell he was very uncomfortable, which made her feel powerful and in control. She soon began to feel something else. Her arousal, which had come to a screeching halt upon being discovered, came back with a vengeance. She motioned for him to come closer. He tentatively took a step, and she motioned again. He came closer until he directly in front of her, as she sat on the bench, and she leaned forward, and licked his swollen head. He gasped. She licked him again. His hand never faltered, keeping an even rhythm with the long, slow strokes. She reached out and cupped his balls in one hand, and cupped her own sex in the other. She was dripping wet at this point, and swirled her fingers in her slick dew, and began to rub her now very engorged clit. His gaze fell to her hand, and his pace quickened slightly. She sucked his head into her mouth, and began running her tongue all over it, tickling the underside, then probing the slit, then outlining the rim, all while sucking gently. He moaned loudly, and began to twitch. The sensations drove him wild, and coupled with the sight of her pleasuring herself, he quickly reached his apex. He shuddered violently as his cock began to twitch. She sucked harder, and pulled as much of him into her mouth as she could. He exploded in her hot mouth for what seemed like an eternity. As the last wave of his orgasm subsided, she reluctantly released his head, and let it slide past her lips. She gave him a few playful licks, on the underside of his now keenly sensitive head, and he jumped. He looked down at her and smiled. "I don't know what to say," he started. "I am very sorry I invaded your privacy." "Rest for a moment," she told him, with a wicked grin. "That isn't all you are going to invade today."