I wanted so much to spend some quality time with Graham in my beautiful country cottage - wanted to share magic with him in the lovely garden with the tree house, where we could be completely alone, private and at peace with the world.

On the day he arrived, I prepared a lavish tea on the garden, talking about the things we enjoy most, and the things we have in common - and most of all I wanted to for him to enjoy all the things I could give; yes, it would be pure heaven.

But on that day, would you believe the rains came down - it was stormy and windy and the heavens opened. But Graham was not at all bothered; in fact, he said he would love the experience to roam in my garden in the weather that prevailed, and it was wonderful to see him completely naked as he wanted it. I was tempted to join him, I wanted some of the action sure enough and to share it with Graham would be a bonus indeed - so, although because of the atrocious weather I was reluctant at first, I went for it.  Why not?  We are all creatures of nature and, as my Mum used to tell me, we are not made of salt.

I joined Graham beneath the archway where the honeysuckle entwined its feelers as if working out where to entwine next. He bent to sniff the roses in the adjoining rose bed, the petals drenched with rain but nevertheless the blue rose looked as elegant as ever; in fact, the wetness seemed to compliment it and seeing Graham like that did it all for me. For all my life I took the bull by the horns, crouched down and sniffed him up the arse.   It had been a long time since I had done that with anybody but something lured me on, least the curvatures of Graham’s beautifully sculptured cheeks as if just waiting to be pampered. I heard just the slightest whimper as I opened up his cheeks, spreading them apart to nudge my tongue between. He seems quite happy with that, wiggled a little to let me know he enjoyed - and I was, very much, to the point I started to swell up and already I knew I wanted his fuck before the day was out. To me then, as I enjoyed him, he tasted of rich red wine mingled with the rain drops

For a while, with the rain dripping down our bodies, I enjoyed the scent and taste of him. He had lovely firm balls that I loved to squeeze, cradle and tease with my wet tongue, and a cock to leave home for, beautifully shaped with that slight bend in the middle and the large vein running down the centre. I licked his hole then ran my tongue along the line of his crotch and enjoyed a suck of his firm balls. I then found myself quite instinctively sucking cock, bending it back like that as he retained that position, still