I leave the hedge enthusiastically.

Oh, she wants to fuck, does she? It’s on! Decision made and with a confident smile on my lips, I leave my hiding spot and walk towards the woman. She watches as I approach, and I see as she gives me a quick appraising look before nibbling on her lower lip, clearly liking what she sees.

She is still kneeling on the ground, but all pretence of gardening is gone. With a small chuckle, I extend a foot towards her, then say, “I seem to be a little… overdressed for this party. Would you mind helping with that?” With a smile of her own, she removes my shoe and sock as she replies, “We can’t have that, can we? Let me help you slip into something… a little more comfortable.”

She quickly has my foot bare to the air, then reaches for my other leg and does the same. The grass is warm, and feels amazing between my toes, but the sensation is merely an afterthought as my eyes hungrily explore her body. My feet now bare, she rises to her feet in front of me. To my surprise, she’s a little taller than me, but not by much. I shiver slightly as she runs a hand up my arm, then cups my cheek in her hand.

Just like that, it's as if a spell is broken. The hand on my cheek moves to the back of my head, where it begins inexorably bringing my lips to meet hers. I am more than eager to let her, our lips meet and my worldview shrinks, blocking everything other than the feeling of her lips upon mine and the feel of her skin under my hands, warm from the sun and ever so soft.

It's hard to tell whose lips part first as the kiss deepens and becomes more passionate, but soon enough our tongues are intertwined as we explore the insides of each other’s mouths. I note absently that she tastes vaguely of strawberries. I’m the one who escalates next, my hand following the slope of her breast before I cup it, feeling the hardened nub of her nipple brush against my palm. She moans into my mouth as I focus my efforts on her nipple, running my finger around it before pinching and squeezing it lightly.

The hand that has been cradling the back of my head whilst we make out leaves to join its counterpart (which had been lightly squeezing my ass) in unfastening my blouse. I feel the urgency of her movements, and soon enough my blouse and bra join my shoes in a heap on the floor. Then, it is my turn to moan as I feel her slender hands cupping my tits, before she too teases the rock-solid nubs of my nipples.

My spare hand runs down the taut flesh of her belly before my fingers brush up against the hot wetness of her sex. Her moan only deepens as I run my fingers through the slick folds of her pussy. Her hands leave my tits, and I whine in slight disappointment at the loss of sensation before I realise her hands are unclasping my jeans. We break apart long enough for me to shed my jeans and my sodden panties, before coming back together in a passionate clash of exploring hands and tongues.