The Manor's Gardens

[Angeltears]

"There you are" she said softly as she looked at the boy standing before her in the middle of the maze. He looked as if he was around the same age as her, she was 10. "Everyone is looking for you," Ava said closing the distance between them. "I couldn't find my way out of the maze," the boy said, looking more than a little scared as it slowly started to get darker. "I will show you the way out," she said taking his hand and started to lead him out of the maze the way she had gone in. "You know the way out?" he asked surprised as he stumbled behind her. "Of course I know all the paths of this maze, my father and the other gardeners taught me all the paths," she told him proudly. The two children wound their way through the maze, until they burst through the entrance and out into the rest of the gardens. Lights were bobbing ahead cast from lanterns as others were searching. The boy slipped his hand from hers and started towards the lights and the sound of people calling his name. Ava didn't follow but watched him run, she had nothing to do with the house, her father was the one to deal with the people of the house if the grounds keepers needed anything. The boy only stopped once, just as he reached the border of one of the gardens. Turning back he looked at the girl, with her bright blue eyes and pigtails, that had found him and saw her wave before vanishing back into the maze. Was she real he thought as he turned and ran towards his family.

The following week the boy was gone, it was said that his family had sent him to boarding school and Ava didn't see the boy again.

Ten years later

Ava walked the gardens of the manor, every so often glancing up at the big house. Her father told her that the son of the family had come back to live there. She wondered if he remembered that night ten years ago and what ever happened to the boy that had gotten himself lost in the maze. Oh well she had work to do, there was no time to be hovering around here. Plants needed to be watered and she needed to weed some of the further gardens away from the manor. Brushing some dirt from her pants she headed deeper into the gardens and here long brown hair tied back and braided.

((My character Ava helps look after the gardens with her father and the other men. She has very little to do with the house and the people living in it. I am looking for someone to play the son of the family who owns the manor, who she found when they were both younger. I want them to meet ten years later as he wonders the gardens after returning to his family home and we will see where things to go from there. ))

 

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Jason remembered when he last saw her. He had wandered into the garden that his father had told him not to go. But the flowers, the trees, beckoned him, as he wished to see them one last time before he could no longer. The sweet scent on the wind, the rustling of the leaves, all asked him to come play with him, as he led himself along the merry paths within the landscaped forest. Or at least it was a forest to him, with its many nooks and crannies, a special flower here, a uniquely crafted sculpture there. It was a continuous mystery of discovery and pleasure as the garden enticed him away from the house to its verdant clutches.

And within this garden was a maze. A beautiful hedgerow towering above those within it it. Left... right... left... right... It was a wonderous maze on a summer's afternoon, the sun just out of view, and the weather oh so pleasant. The boy could hear birds chirping just out of sight, and knew the center had the most beautiful sculpture to reward his efforts. "Everyone is looking for you," she said as he huddled in the darkness. The sun was no longer there, and the wind was chilling fast. The sound of song birds had been replaced by harsher beasts, and the footsteps of others were all around him. He never found the statue and the next week he never would.

The sunlight was out again, and he saw glimpses of people around the gardens. He had long missed the touch of the little girl who showed him kindness that night. He saw a young woman tending the garden, the garden further away from the house. It was odd that she didn't hear him as he approached her, and he somehow knew it was her, the young girl who held his hand so long ago. Her back was to him as he made his way to her, and he just watched her, working steadily in the yard. He yearned to feel her touch again, so he touched her, stroking her beautiful brown hair. Perhaps she was the goddess statue in the maze he was seeking for, he mused, admiring the woman he met so long ago.

 

[Angeltears]

Ava had settled herself on the edge of one of the flower beds, pulling out some of the weeds that had grown within its borders since she had last checked this bed. She loved working in these gardens, they had been her life. Her father had raised her in these gardens and taught her everything he knew. There was peace within these gardens, the sounds of birds in the trees and bird feeders. Maybe later she would visit one of the ponds and feed the fish that live within them.

Her mind was else were as she worked when she suddenly felt something touch her hair. maybe something had fallen from the trees. Reaching back she brushed her hair until she felt a hand behind her. Startled she gasped and spun on her knees until she was on her butt in the garden. "Where did you come from?" she asked. Ava hadn't heard anyone come up behind her but yet here stood a guy right in front of her. Looking up at him she squinted slightly as she tried to get a good look at him.

He didn't look like any of the men that worked the gardens or even worked in the house. Yet the longer she looked up at him the more she started to think she knew him. He looked familiar, but she couldn't pick were she knew him from. "Do I know you?" she asked.

 

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"Where did I come from?" he smiled. "I have been here forever, waiting for you," he laughed enigmatically, perhaps teasing. He brushed her hair lightly with the tips of his fingers. "Forgive me," he gazed. He touched her cheek gently, again with his fingertips, feeling the soft warm skin he yearned for so much. He felt a welling within him, an unaccustomed though welcomed feeling. She gave him a squint, and he surmised that the sun must have been behind him, casting a shadow onto her lovely face.

"Yes, yes, you know me." He returned to her hand, covered with some dirt, and held it. His hands were clean, pristine, and radiated a soft warmth. "We held hands like this so many years ago. It felt like just yesterday." He led her hand to touch his chest, covered in a beautiful white shirt. He could feel his heart beating, alive with a need that he had only felt once before.

"You rescued me. I was lost within the maze and it was becoming dark. You found me when I was alone, and guided me out. I didn't have a chance to thank you properly." He touched her cheek again, with fingers almost radiating a beautiful purity. He touched them to her lips, just gently.

 

[Angeltears]

Was he playing with her she wondered as he laughed? Well if he thought sweet words would win her over then he had another thing …….. Ava’s mind stopped mid thought as his fingertips touched her cheek. There was a gentleness to his touch that surprised her. Then it was gone from her cheek, to claim her hand, where she felt the warmth that seemed to flow from him.

With her hand in his she could only stare up at him as he spoke. Many years ago, she thought to herself and felt her heart start to race as his words and the feeling of familiarity started to sink in. Her eyes moved to where he had placed her hand on his chest. At the sight of his clean shirt and her dirty hands she wanted to pull away, so she wouldn’t dirty his nice shirt. Yet the feel of his heartbeat underneath her palm seemed to hold her there.

A small gasp parted her lips slightly when he confirmed where her thoughts had been leading. “You’re the boy,” she whispered against his fingertips. “Father said you had come back,” her eyes were on his face now. “I wondered if you would come back to the gardens all those years ago and then you were gone. When I heard you might be back I had hoped you would,” her cheeks reddened slightly. Raising her hand hesitantly from his chest, she touched his cheek. “I wondered what the boy I had helped now looked like and here you are.”

 

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He kissed the tips of her fingers, the dirt lightly adhering to his lips. He gave a gentle laugh, wiping away the specks. "Here. Let us take care of your hands." He held her hand, dirt and all, and led her towards the edge of the outer gardens. "I know a spring where you can wash your hands. It's more of a rivulet, but... well, you'll see." They made their way through the hill adjacent to the land, the hill where the underbrush and trees reclaimed the land from the manicured grass. "I often played here as a child. I'm surprised I was lost in the maze," he smiled. They didn't even here a trickling when they found the water. "It's really just where the underground water leaves down the rock and down the hill. Watch out. It's steep."

There was indeed a beautiful flow of water from the rocks. It was like sculpture, almost, as the water quietly ran down the face of the rock through moss, grass, and dirt. He made himself steady, supporting himself against a tree, jutting from the ground and, no doubt, fed by this very same water. He extended his hand to the young woman and bade her to use him as her support. "Let me take you hand." He guided her, her back supported by his chest, her right hand in his. His left hand was around her waist, gently holding her. "Careful..." he touched their hands to the water, as it flowed over their fingers, carrying away the dirt. His words were a soft whisper as he turned his head to speak to her. He made eye contact with her, gazing deeply into her. He could feel himself heating, as her soft bottom rested against his hips, a slow definition of his tumescense rising from within him. His left arm around her waist had risen a bit, now gently supporting her breasts. He could feel her softness on the hand wrapped around her. "Your cheeks are red," he smiled. "You are very beautiful."

He was unsure if he was blushing himself.

 

[Angeltears]

Blushing at the way he kissed her fingertips, Ava could only nod her head when spoke of taking care of her hands. Getting up she followed him and thought that he would take her to one of the many fountains that littered the gardens. Yet he didn't lead her towards the inner gardens but to edge of the outer ones. Ava had never ventured past the edge of the garden, never had needed to. Still she followed him where he lead and listened as he spoke. Her eyes grew wide in amazement as she took in the land and water before her. "I never knew this place was here, it's so beautiful" she said as she watched him move towards the water.

Offering her hand she slowly made her way to him and then let him support her. As he held her she was overly aware of where his hand was and how her body was held against his. Her heart seemed to beat rapidly in her chest as she watched the water run over their hands. She was sure that he would feel her heart beat. Turning her head she looked at him, her eyes meeting with his. Gasping softly as she felt his hand raise, she felt the heat of her body spread to her cheeks. They grew even redder when he told her she was beautiful. Nobody had ever said that to her other than her father but it had never made her feel like this. His own cheeks there slightly red and she raised her free hand and touched his cheek again and smiled at him. There was only a small gap between their two faces. "Thank you," she whispered and leaning forward she gently brushed her lips against his, before pulling back.

 

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The Manor's Gardens
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He accepted the whispered kiss. He closed his eyes to feel the soft sensual pleasure of her lips upon his. He opened his eyes again, to give her a hazy smile. He closed his eyes again to kiss her, more deeply this time, his breathing heavier, his heart racing faster. He opened his mouth slightly, to take in her delicious tongue, wetly exploring the intimate reaches of their chosen other. His own hand turned upward, to softly embrace her breast, a firm yet soft pillow he eagerly but slowly caressed. He massaged her breasts, briefly, then lingering longer. Both hands were slowly making their way to the firmness of her bosom, feeling for the erect nipples of her chest. His own hardness pressed against her backside. Slow rhythmic movements of his hips undulated with her bottom.

Finally. "Turn around," he said, his breath rushing, his blood flowing hot within him. As he looked deeply within her eyes, he took her other hand, and placed it atop the water. The dirt flowed off, and he took her hand, and kissed it. His lips gave tender touches to her fingers, as he kissed away the cool water. And then he let go of her hand, and placed both of his hands to the blushing sides of her cheeks.

And he kissed her. Deeply again this time. His heart and mind swirling with desire and heat in the coolness of the forest. "Free my member and lift up your skirt so I may make love to you," he said.

 

[Angeltears]

As he kissed her she closed her eyes and returned his kiss. His touch had her moaning softly as he caressed her breasts. She could feel him grow against her as her own nipples grew hard at his touch. Turning slowly within his arms her free hand slipping around his waist to hold onto him as he cleaned her other hand. Watching at he kissed her fingers dry, made her heart flutter.

Looking into his eyes her own eyes filled with desire that she felt for him, yet she hesitated in doing what he said. She wanted him to make love to her more than anything than she has ever wanted anything. The only thing stopping her was fear that this would be nothing but a dream and if she gave into her desire, she would wake to find she had fallen asleep in the garden. Like she had many times before, day dreaming about meeting the boy that she had saved. Never had the dreams turned out like this. With the two of them in each other's arms and on the verge of making love.

"I think I might be dreaming," she whispered to him, "That you will vanish if I give in to what I want, like the mist being burned away with the morning sun. It's funny..." Her hand moved over the front of his shirt, not worried now about dirtying it. "I dreamed you would come back but I never dreamed this would be where the meeting leads to. Promise you won't vanish again" As she had spoke her hand had lowered until she reached the top of his pants. Never taking her eyes of him she slowly freed his member and lifted her skirt for him, allowing herself to give into him, be it dream or not.

 

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"If its is a dream, may it be one we never wake up from." If his words were chilling, his warmth was not. He looked at her, as her hand slowly touched his shirt. It left a small trail of dirt, a small path of proof that she was there. He watched as she slowly undid his trousers, and gasped, just a little, as his member felt her warm fingertips in the cool forest air. With one hand, he caressed her chin, and brought her again to his lips. He kissed her deeply, his warm tongue entering past her lips, tasting the delicious succulence of her mouth. He moaned a bit, his senses flowing. Meanwhile, he took her fingertips around his member and touched them, encouraging her to hold his tumescene within her fingers, feeling the stiffness, the warmth, of his hardening wanting member. He slowly moved her hand up and down the shaft, murmuring encouraging words as he continued to kiss her. "It is real, is it not?" he whispered, his lips sucking her tongue between warm gasps. A little trail of clear sticky liquid emerged upon her fingertips, and they shared a private smile as she lifted her skirt.

"Here, let me help," he said, his clean hands touching her soft bloomers. He slowly pulled them down, revealing her soft sex. He placed his fingertips on her soft belly, and gradually lowered them to play with the triangle between her legs. "You are so warm," he said, sliding a digit within her swollen lips. "Does this feel good?" he sighed, taking her kiss within him once again. For long moments, he did naught but slide his fingertip along her slit, wettening her lips, gliding atop her own button. "I want to make love to you. I want to be within you, entering you, filling your quim with my shaft." With that, he placed the tip of his cock against her slit, and slowly slid in. "Oh, fuck me..." he gasped, feeling her tightness around his shaft.

 

[Angeltears]

His words had sent a chill down her spine yet warmth had chased it away as he kissed her. "Mmmmm," she moaned softly as he sucked one her tongue. It felt so real to her the kiss, the touch, his member in her hand and even the sticky liquid now on her fingertips. A gasp slipped from her lips at the feel of the cool air reached her now revealed flesh. As his hand slipped over her skin and down between her legs she moaned softly. "It does, it feels so good," she moaned as he kissed her once again.

Her fingers had stilled on his member as he had turned his attentions to between her legs. Her fingers tightened around him as she felt him slide his finger between her lips, as her tongue slipped between his own lips. Holding him close she moaned as his finger slipped along her, making her body tremble as he finger slipped over her button. "I want it too," she sighed as she felt his member against her, letting her fingers drop. "Oh my" she gasped as she felt him enter her. Her hands moved to hold onto him. Moving her mouth up to his ear she moaned softly, "Oh you feel so good." Lowering her mouth she kissed his lips and parted her lips her tongue slipping between his. Pressing and holding herself tight against him one of her arms around his waist the other gently resting on the back of his head.

Then she tugged him gently moving with him until she felt the tree that they had been holding onto before things went this way, against her back.

 

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He gasped and moaned, as her tongue slid within his mouth, as her hand slid across his hard member. Just as his cock was warming her exploring fingers, was his fingers feeling the heated core of the woman he was kissing. "Mmmm..." he breathed, his tongue further probing, further wet, with each stroke they shared on their fingertips. With her words encouraging him, he reluctantly let go, placing his wet fingers around his cock, slowly sliding it into her hex. "Ohhhh...." he moaned, as her wetness engulfed him, her slick tightness securing his member as her fire took him. He kissed her again, heavily breathing as his tool pressed back and forth within her heated core.

The tree seemed to cradle her, as he took her legs around his back. His hips thrust deeply, as he sent his rigid member within her tight wet slit. "Oh, yes, please FUCK me..." he breathed, with every word forcing his hard rigid cock into her. His breath became deep and warm, as he fucked her. He pressed her upwards, her heaving bosom available to him. He tore -- no, pulled -- down her top, exposing her firm heaving breasts. He looked deeply into her eyes, a wanton lust long overtaken him, as he groped her wonderful soft bosom. His fingertips curled around her nipples, alterating pinching and squeezing them. He finally bent downwards, feeding himself her ripe orbs, slathering his wanton tongue, yet alternating with harsh nips between his teeth.

"I want you... I want you..." he moaned, her soft breasts massaging him, her tight cunt engulfing him. "I want you..." he breathed.

 

[Angeltears]

Leaning her head back against the tree as she felt him sink deeper into her as he lifted her legs up and she loosely hooked them together around him. Reaching up she found a branch within reach and help onto it tight. Her eyes closed as she moaned as he fucked her. Using the branch she and the muscles she had strengthened in her arms working in the gardens, to hold her she met his thrusts fucking him as he fucked her.

Her eyes flew open as she felt him pull her top down, her eyes met his as her breathing came heavy and then she groaned in pleasure as he groped at her breasts. "Ooooh, yess," she moaned as she felt him mouth claim one of her sensitive nipples sending jolts of pleasure through her, fuelling the building fire in her core, that soon threatened to consume her. "You have me, oh yes, you have me," she moaned. "I am yours for forever," she panted.

The fire with in her was blazing so high, she felt it every were within her skin. "I can't ......... I can't hold on ...... Ohhhh ......... I ....... Oh fuck " she cried out as she felt the fire with in her finally consume her. Her cunt squeezed him tight, her body trembled as she orgasmed.

 

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Forever... forever...

The young man's cock plunged deeply again, against the young woman. Her breasts filled his mouth as he fucked her, his swollen tool penetrating her heated core. He murmured something as he sucked furiously at the offered breast, his tongue dashing against the stiff nipple, his moans echoing around her aereola. "Oh, how I've missed you..." he sighed, feeling her wet silken walls around his cock. He kissed her again, sharing the wetness in his mouth with hers, his tongue dashing furiously as he plunged into her yet again. "Mmmmm..." he murmred. "I wanted to see you again..." His breath was a panting sweat, as he could feel himself build up. Her legs around his waist to his back, forcing him in again, matching the rhythm of his fuck. "I would look for you from my window. Wishing I could see you again. Wishing I could feel your warm hand, leading me again through the maze." He closed his eyes. He could feel the welling, the climax at the base of his staff, surging. He then groaned again, his white sperm swelling within him, erupting through his member to fill and coat the tightness around him. "Oh, god... Oh, god... I'm coming... I'm coming...."

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"Well? Aren't you coming? I took the damnest time trying to find you, child, and the gardeners are in an uproar!" The old man's back was to the sun, as it just made the silhoutte of her father looking down at her, in the grass. "They've never summoned anyone to the manor but me, and now I hear they want me to bring you as well! Oddest thing! Oddest thing I've ever heard!" The old man lent a hand to lift up his young daughter, and made his way down the hill, still muttering. "What do they want from us..." his voice trailed off.

But if he didn't know... perhaps she had the answer.

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~The End~