It’s a beautiful weekday afternoon, a prime August day in the Midwest. My kids are at camp, and I’m enjoying the free time, sunning on the deck in my lounge chair listening to my iPod—ah, nice! Today there aren’t any neighbors around, so I decide to work on my tan lines and shed my bikini. I love being naked! Sometimes I even take pictures of myself and share them with select appreciative friends.
The late-morning workout has made me relaxed, and I drift half asleep. The music plays, the mind wanders, and some of those thoughts start to get me horny. I let my hands wander a little and lazily run my fingers around my shaved pussy. Mmm, that feels nice as the first hint of wetness starts to build inside me.
Suddenly I hear a creak from the deck boards. Someone has just walked up on my deck! I sit up and grab my towel to cover up the best I can. I look over and blurt out, “Who are you?” In front of my eyes I see a man in his 40s, with Scandinavian good looks, an athletic build, dressed in a white button-down shirt and khakis, holding a camera in his hand.
With an embarrassed smile he says, “Hi, I’m a real-estate agent. I came around to snap some photos of the back yard of your neighbor’s house and I couldn’t miss the soft moaning I heard coming from the deck.” I hadn’t realized that I had already started making noises, but I am known to do that. With his grin growing a little wider and less embarrassed, he continues, “It seems like I’ve found the source.”
Without another word, he walks over to me, leans down and kisses me on the lips! The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his skin cause the little hairs on my neck to stand up. In my aroused state, the sensation is intoxicating. I grab his hair with both hands. As my towel drops by the wayside, I respond to his kiss. Our tongues start dancing the mambo.
I lean back on the chair, and he kneels next to it and starts kissing my neck and shoulders. Shivers run down my spine. With a light touch his fingers trace my arms, sides and stomach, then move gradually up to my breasts. They find a nipple and give it a gentle tweak. An electric shock courses all through my body and makes me jump. My pussy feels like it’s directly connected to my nipple.
My body is barely keeping up as his head moves down to the other breast and a wet tongue and lips start exploring around the supple flesh. After an agonizing minute, his lips lock onto the nipple and suck gently. I let out a cry.
By now I’m thrashing in my chair. In the meantime his hand has found its way down between my thighs. He teases my inner thighs and anal area interminably before the fingers finally find my dripping pussy lips. His fingers slide up slowly until they find my swollen clit. I mumble, “I want your tongue in my pussy,” while frantically starting to unbutton his button-down shirt, revealing a golden brown chest underneath.
He appears eager to follow instructions. Still holding that big grin, he lays me back down, stands at the end of the chair, grabs my quivering legs and spreads them wide. I am more than happy to oblige. He stands there admiring the view with a muted “wow!” His shirt comes off, and I can see my hunk in his full glory. I can’t wait any longer, and so I grab his hair and pull his head down to my pussy. Eager but managing to be patient, he circles my pussy with his tongue, tasting the flowing juices.
“Inside my pussy, please!” I say. He ignores me. With no penetration he moves his tongue up and down between my pussy lips, eliciting more groans as I pull his head even harder toward my pussy. He finds the clit and with slow, light rhythmic circles fondles the jewel, driving me inexorably toward the edge. When he finally inserts a finger in my pussy, three quick pokes and I can’t take it anymore. I come with an animalistic cry, pulsing around his tongue and finger.
Disoriented from the explosion but not wanting to stop, I stand up and push him down to the chair. My turn to take in the view of this tanned, trim, beautiful body! “Wow,” I mutter, “so that’s what just brought me to that thundering orgasm!”
I begin my dance. My fingers run up and down his chest and hard gut, kissing and licking the nipples, feeling the reaction. The grin is still there, but now accompanied by audible gasps and sighs. I move down to the side of the chair, undo the belt, pull the pants away and—surprise!—no underwear! All the better!
His cock is already at full mast from my touching and causing my orgasm. I see a drop of precome glistening on the tip. I grab the cock with my hand and ever so slowly touch the tip with the tip of my tongue. His whole body flinches at the touch. Glorious! I start working around the cock with light touches and a flitting tongue and lips. He looks in agony. He fondles my breasts and ass and thrusts a finger in my soaked pussy. Another shock runs through me.
I take his cock in my mouth and slowly swallow it as deep as I can. Now his eyes are bulging—poor guy! I start a slow, rhythmic stroking in and then out, all the way outside my lips. Every new entry elicits a loud moan. He grabs my hair and pulls my head against his aching cock.
While I’m working his cock with my mouth, my pussy is calling, “What about me? I need some of that too!” As if reading my mind, he says, “I really want to come in your delicious mouth, but I want to come even more in your tight hot pussy!”
With that he jumps up and throws me down on the chair on my hands and knees and wedges my knees apart. My ass is pointing to the sky, the swollen pussy inviting him to enter. I can’t wait for him to spear me, yet he stands there for what seems like an eternity, just admiring. I think, oh my Lord, what is it with men and visuals?
Finally, he grabs his cock and places it at the edge of my pussy. I need it now! But he continues to tease, sliding his cock on and around my pussy lips, which are soaked with my pussy juice, while I writhe in agony and anticipation. I groan, “Please!”
Ever so slowly, he places the tip between my lips and starts to enter me. My lips are actually locking around his shaft despite my wetness, so much that he has to exert some force to enter me fully. I am beside myself. He starts thrusting very slowly in and out, holding my hips for control. He whispers, “What a fantastic ass, you are so-o-o hot!” While he gradually picks up the pace, he first reaches around to play with my breasts and nipples, then finds my clit again and starts rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts.
Too many raging sensations are attacking my body as I react to the strokes, and the next orgasm is building deep in my pussy. It grows like a tsunami, and when it reaches the shore, it rises to monumental heights. I scream “Ohmygod!,” completely uncaring of neighbors or anyone else around.
Seeing and hearing all this, he can’t hold back any longer. He’s ready to come in me; I feel it as his cock grows even bigger. But I have other ideas. I want to feel his come squirt in the back of my throat. So I jump up quickly, and have just enough time to jack him three or four times before I feel the hot pulsing shower inside my mouth. His head is thrown back, and he pulses in agony until I suck the last drop of come out.
When he finally catches his breath, he looks me in the eye and says, “Oh, by the way, my name is Greg.”
—T.G., Sioux City, Iowa