It was a Wednesday in July, and we were on vacation. Traveling the countryside, we visited places of interest, had delicious meals, and made love in a new hotel every night. This particular day, we stopped by a manorhouse known for its art collection and park with a famous rose garden. We arrived right after lunch, and judging by the parking lot, there were few other visitors. The manorhouse was a lovely 18th century building, and the art collection typical of the era. In one room, there was an interesting collection of erotic art, which we paid special attention. Most of the actions and positions were well-known and -tried, but the execution of the paintings and statuettes was still inspiring.
Slightly aroused, we went outside to see the park. Walking along the well-kept paths, we passed trees, flowerbeds and the occasional pond. Signs pointed towards the rose garden, and soon we entered the sweet-smelling haven. Admiring the many varieties of roses, we came to a part of the garden where a circle of rose-covered trellises surrounded a well. There was a wooden grate covering the well, and in the seclusion of this spot we stopped to kiss. Our kissing turned more passionate, and our eager hands found their way under our clothes.
"Wait," you said, and turned to rummage through your handbag. You produced four silk scarves which you handed to me.
"So, how do you want me?" you asked teasingly.
"Hmm... You can start with stripping," I said.
You obliged, slipping out of your light summer dress, then slowly removing your bra and panties, finally standing there in all your naked glory. I savoured your breasts, hips, mound with its little tuft, and long, shapely legs.
"Lie down on that grate," I said, indicating the well cover. You did as I told you, and I adjusted your position. Using two of the silk scarves, I tied your hands to the grate. Then I tied your feet together, the soles against each other so your legs parted and your pussy open for the world to see. The last scarf was used as a blindfold, leaving you in my control. You could hear me circling the well, feeling like a sacrifice on an altar devoted to a sex god.
