Erotic fiction inspired by “Bonete” featuring Ardelia A
I just moved to a new city and decided to take the day to explore the unfamiliar streets. After grabbing a bite to eat, I found a botanical gardens museum attached to a library. I am fascinated by plants and flowers, and I’m also a bookworm. It was a perfect place for me to end my afternoon. The entire building was a large greenhouse. The air was thick and moist. The smell was so soothing. I marveled at the sight of the tall trees and gorgeous flowers on display. I came across some more exotic ones and read about them a while, then looked around to see more areas I could explore.
In the distance, I saw a familiar face. I couldn't believe my eyes! It was the very first girl I hooked up with, right before I finished high school. I hadn't seen her in over ten years. She was even more beautiful now than I remembered, a more mature version of herself. I saw she had taken to wearing glasses with thin silver frames instead of contacts. She still had the same lustrous brown curls and piercing blue eyes, but had developed into a radiant woman as close to perfection as they come. She was holding boxes of orchids in her arms and was taking them across the hall. She smiled at me. I smiled back. I felt that she recognized me, too. Our glances lingered, then suddenly it was as if the memory of us came flowing back into my mind. We were going opposite directions, but I turned around to go her way.
"Hey stranger!" I smiled. "How've you been?"
"I thought that was you," she smiled back. "I’m well, thanks. Just taking these plants to the library. Come walk with me?"
"Yes, of course!" I replied. "Those look heavy. Let me take one."
She handed me the box of white orchids and kept the other. I followed her to the library, talking and laughing the entire time. I learned that she had been working as a curator. Once we got inside, it was dead quiet. A lecture about orchids was about to start. I looked down at the plants in fascination. The aroma was so sweet and the petals looked so peculiar but beautiful. She and I sat side by side to listen to the lecture. I learned that all orchids were specifically shaped to lure birds, bees, and even butterflies for pollination. The speaker also explained that orchids were highly sexual plants. They were all shaped in the form of female genitalia and had different techniques to attract mating insects and birds with their scent, shape, and color.
"So these orchids are a lot like us in a way?" I whispered, leaning close to her ear.
She nodded and smiled back, placing a finger to her pursed lips, letting me know not to talk during the speech. I was so intrigued by all the facts about orchids. I looked over at her and noticed she was still looking back at me. I thought it was because she was amused by my fascination. But as I looked at her again, I felt something much deeper in her gaze. We couldn't speak at the moment, but she was definitely sending me signals. Those old familiar feelings between us were sparking out of nowhere, as if no time had passed.
Then, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a bookmark. I knew exactly what that meant. That used to be our signal to each other in class for one of us to go to the bathroom and wait for the other. We would make out in the stall until the bell rang.
I followed her as soon as she got up. She took my hand and led me to the very back of the library. It was a more private section with a lounge chair, a coffee table, a small lamp, and rows of books on the wall. We tiptoed inside and she locked the door behind us.
"We are going to have to be quiet, okay?" she warned me.
I nodded, licking my lips in anticipation. The idea of having sex with her at her workplace excited me. I couldn't wait to find out if she had changed at all.
She immediately pinned me up against the wall and pressed her lips to mine. She took my face in her hands and kissed me softly. Her lips were still just as luscious as I remembered. Her touch, however, had evolved into something more deliberate and passionate. My nipples hardened instantly as she grazed her nails over my neck and whirled her tongue in my mouth. She tucked her hands under my sweater and squeezed my breasts firmly through my bra, then unclasped it. She ducked her head underneath my sweater and licked between my breasts. She licked my nipples so softly at first, then grazed her teeth over them. That almost made me come.
Something sparked in me. I had a burning desire to show her a few things I still remembered, and a few new tricks I'd learned. I pushed her closer to the bookshelves and raised her arms above her head. I kissed her again, letting my tongue explore hers. I unbuttoned her blouse, and reached into her pocket to grab her bookmark. I lifted her bra up to reveal her perky breasts and gave each nipple a few teasing flicks with the tip of my tongue. I edged the bookmark between her breasts, teasing her skin with the corner and the cloth ribbon. I knew she would be turned on by the gentle scratching. I moved it lower down her stomach, making her muscles flutter. I kissed her again and spread her legs with my knees. I unbuttoned her pants and slowly pulled then down around her ankles.
I pressed her pussy and spanked her mound softly with the flat side of the bookmark. Then, I slid it back and forth. She wanted to grab me but I kept her arms pinned to the shelf with my other hand. I licked her lips and kissed her again, her body shaking with pleasure as I continued to tease her. The look on her face magnified my arousal. After all this time, she still made the same expressions when she was about to burst.
She started moaning loudly, until I pressed my hand over her mouth. She bit down on my fingers as I continued to slide the bookmark even slower, back and forth over her clit. Her thighs were shaking. I knew she was close.
I tossed the bookmark aside and got to my knees. Her pussy was so wet already. I could taste the slick cream from her slit as soon as I pressed my tongue between her lips. She wrapped my hair around her hands like a ponytail as I licked and sucked her clit. She thrust her hips up and down my face, knocking down a few books beside us. I sneaked my fingers inside her and sucked her clit nice and slow until she came violently on my mouth. I could feel her pussy twitching around my fingers as she let every last tremor go. Only allowing herself to let out quiet little whimpers with her explosive orgasm must have been torture!
She pulled me up and kissed me deeply, grabbing my hair even harder. She definitely remembered how much it turned me on to have my hair pulled. By now, my pussy juices were flowing right through my panties and leaking down my thighs just from eating her and feeling her come all over my fingers.
She led me to the coffee table, knocked the magazines to the floor, and made me lie down. She pulled my pants and underwear off, then licked up my thighs and kissed my pussy teasingly. She pulled my hands close and made me spread my own lips open so she could fuck me with her tongue. Her mouth felt incredible! The way she suctioned her lips around my clit and eased her tongue in and out of my cunt drove me absolutely insane. I was so ready to come. I couldn't keep my hips still.
She wrapped her arm under my thighs and gripped my sweater, moving me back and forth so her tongue would drive deeper inside me. Her lips nudged my clit each time she pulled me closer. I spread my pussy lips wider and arched my back until I exploded from the inside out. The fact that I couldn't scream made my orgasm twice as intense. I felt my face flush with an instant rush of blood as I breathed erratically.
She kissed me again. I pushed her onto the lounge chair. She looked so sexy with her blouse open, pussy exposed, and shining with her juice. I kissed her pussy again, then licked all the way up her body to her mouth. I straddled her on the chair and pressed my body close, our pussies rubbing together. I gripped the side of the chair as she held on tight to my ass. She slid me up and down until we both came again. This time, we locked our lips in a kiss to hold in the noise. Feeling her pussy throbbing on mine was exhilarating!
It was so hard to stop kissing her, but she had to get back to work. After we were done, the room was even hotter than the greenhouse. It took us a moment to recover. She waited for me to get dressed and I helped her pick up the things we’d knocked over. Then, she wrote her number down on the bookmark I’d just used on her, embedded with her sweet scent. I continued my tour of the gardens, already thinking of different ways to get her off the next time we met.
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