0 comments/ 8205 views/ 0 favorites Afternoon in the Sun By: Barrister1955 Slowly, Danielle was coming out of her warm slumber. It had been a perfect morning, without a cloud in the sky. She and Robert had gone on a morning hike, found a beautiful small lake with a mental note to try skinny dipping there before they left, and then returned to the resort for a simple lunch with fabulous wines. It had all been too much for Danielle, as she had felt the strain and stress evaporate from her. After lunch, she and Robert had returned to their suite and the privacy of their deck. She had lain upon the chaise lounge, sunning her back and fallen asleep, for how long, she did not know. Now she was aware that she was naked, and warm in the afternoon Utah sun. Robert's hands were covered in a warming oil that he had obtained from the spa. She could feel his hands massage her back and her shoulders, working down each arm and then back to her neck. Across to the other shoulder, he was working those oil covered fingers and palms into her shoulder blades, and ribs, before returning to each arm. With each repetition, he ventured lower down her back, spending less time upon her upper arms and shoulders the lower down her torso he ventured. The effect of the sun and oil upon her skin was unlike anything Danielle had ever experienced. It was not hot, but warm, soothing, and the aroma from the oil seemed to change from fresh rosemary to something sweeter that she could not recognize. Robert said nothing, his breathing steady, his lips occasionally brushing her skin. Danielle could only sigh with contentment as she felt the muscles in her upper body give way to this pleasant assault. In time, Robert's hands grew more daring. He spent less time on her arms now, caressing the sides of her breasts with both hands, then trailing those hands down her sides to her hips. He would then dip a hand into the bowl of spa oil, and return to her skin, his actions fluid, never stopping. Not yet fully awake, but becoming a little aroused, she perched her upper body on her elbows, freeing more of her breasts for his fingers and the warming oils. Now Robert was clearly trying to arouse her. His hands were aggressive with her breasts, and he was beginning to knead her ass with authority. She spread her legs to give him better access. She knew the fascination and lust Robert had for her ass -- how easy it was to control him, merely by promising and then letting him fuck her and come in her ass after he had pleasured her. She pulled her knees up a bit to better expose her rosebud, and felt his hands fully work the globes of her ass. She waited for the tentative touch, then push of his tongue into her rosebud, but it never came. Instead, Robert continued to work his hands down her legs, squeezing the muscles of her hamstrings and calves, then back up to her cheeks and onto her breasts. After a few more minutes, Robert gently whispered to Danielle, "On to your back." Robert stood up as she turned. Sophia was grateful to have the sun on her face. Robert was fully naked as well, his erection eager and hard. She reached for his balls, and gently drew his cock into her mouth. She caressed the head of his cock with her tongue and the inside of her mouth, gently scraping him with her teeth as she took him in and out of her mouth. When Robert pulled back, she squeezed his balls as if to warn him, then began to suck on his cock as if to pull his sperm from deep within him. She wondered how long he would last before she would taste his cum, but instead, he gently pushed her back. "Not yet," was all he said. Robert knelt between her legs, and dipped his hand again into the bowl of oil. He began on her breasts, massaging the oils with his hands into Danielle's breasts and tummy. Then he took both of her legs, and put one of her calves on each of his shoulders. Back Robert went for the oil, covering Danielle's breasts, her stomach, front and inner thighs. With each time he massaged Danielle's inner thighs, he came closer to her labia. Danielle was wet now, she could feel her wetness cresting her cunt and as Robert moved again to her breasts, she could feel him deliberately slide his cock along her folds, rubbing her clitoris. Danielle felt she could take no more. She wanted his cock in her again, to experience what she knew would be the slipperiest fuck of her life, her body covered now in oil and sweat. As she reached down for his cock, Robert seized her hands and pushed them each above her head. Leaning forward upon her, Robert continued to tease her clit with his cock, sliding it back and forth, and then stopping to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Robert was not to be stopped in his erotic torture of her. He sucked hard upon each nipple, then released her nipple, to gently bite on her breast, before moving to the other, only to repeat the pressure upon her nipples. Struggle as she might, he held her arms fast above her head. Then slowly he released her hands, both of his now on her breasts, covered again in oil and massaging, squeezing, her breasts and her nipples while his tongue began to snake its way down her tummy. She lay back to enjoy the inevitable -- his hands alternately rough then gentle upon her breasts. His tongue, licking her inner lips, caressing her clit, then plunging into her sopping cunt. She could feel his suction as he pulled her juices from the depth of her cunt into his mouth. She could feel his swallowing as his licked and sucked her, her arousal building. Then she began to come and he attacked her clit with his tongue as if possessed. With the eruption of her orgasm, she could not endure the assault upon her tender clitoris. She turned abruptly onto her stomach, as if to escape him. Robert stopped, let Danielle's breathing subside and then gently caressed her back and her ass. His hand traced the crack of her ass, and gently, he pushed two fingers into her cunt and began to gently work them in and out, insisting that he try to make her come yet again. As he gently fucked with his hand, his lips caressed her ass. She opened to him, and felt his tongue at her rosebud, pressing and insistent to enter her ass. Danielle was deeply aroused by the perversity of Robert's actions. Here he was, gently fucking her with his fingers in her cunt, and his tongue probing her ass. She opened to him, daring him to push his tongue past her ring and into her. But Robert was only teasing her. His hands were suddenly both on the globes of her ass, and moving up her sides, his tongue tracing her spine. Danielle lay on her stomach, Robert on his side, next to her. Gently he kissed her neck and her cheek. She turned her face and their lips met, followed by their tongues, each gently caressing the other. Robert dipped his fingers in the bowl of oil, and once again returned his hand to Danielle's anus, gently probing and lubricating. "Am I about to be fucked in my ass?" "No, I just like to play with it. I love the softness, the way you clench and relax around my fingers. I like to play with you there because it is so taboo. But now I want to sit up, and you can face me, straddle me, and put my cock in your cunt." Releasing her, he sat back and upright, waiting for her to climb into his lap. Facing each other, Danielle lowered herself and took Robert's cock into her eager cunt. Robert continued to caress her back with his right hand, bringing it around to her left breast and then returning to her back. He did not move, and his cock stayed hard, but immobile in her wetness. With his other and, Robert caressed the sides of Danielle's face and her shoulders, staring into her eyes. Occasionally, his hands would join on each of her breasts, pushing her back to strain his cock within her and massaging, gently, aggressively, and gently again her breasts and nipples. Taking the back of Danielle's head in his right hand, Robert gently covered her face with tender, soft kisses. Blowing, licking, caressing with his lips. Robert traced Danielle's lips with his tongue, played with her teeth. The tongue that had fucked her pussy and her ass only minutes before, was gently making love to her face and mouth. Danielle rocked upon Robert's cock, eager to stimulate her vagina and clitoris, to relieve the strain of excitement. "I can't take any more of this Robert. You have got to fuck me now, as hard as you can." "I don't know how long I can last," said Robert in reply. "I have been aroused for so long." "It doesn't matter," she replied. "Pound me." Gently Robert pushed Danielle onto her back, feeling his cock slip out of her. Then he lay upon her. Taking his cock in her hand, Danielle guided it back into her cunt. Robert reached with his right hand under her buttock, and inserted his two largest fingers into Danielle's ass with one quick motion. And then with his tongue within her mouth, playing with her tongue, Robert began to fuck her every orifice with his tongue, his cock and his fingers. Danielle clamped Robert tight -- her fingers digging into his back, her knees as high as she could raise them, her calves pressing against Robert's ass. " Don't worry about me -- Just fuck me as hard as you can," she said. Robert began to move faster, groaning with animal sounds coming from within his throat. He pounded without mercy, the sounds of the slap of their bellies filling the air, their pubic bones hitting with force. Danielle responded, fucking up to meet his thrusts hard, intent upon making this as savage a fuck as she had ever experienced. After an hour of tender pleasure, she wanted both of them to feel the hurt. Robert's fingers continued to move in and out of her ass in rhythm with his cock in and out of her cunt. The feeling of his fingers and cock fucking her at once, his tongue pushing into her mouth, was the most acute yet erotic violation of her being that she had experienced in her life. She did not know if she would come. She just wanted to hear and feel his release. Robert's pounding became possessed. He let out something between and cry and a yell as he came, pumping his sperm into her with each thrust until he collapsed upon her, his cock still within her, his fingers jammed to the hilt in her ass. Lifting his head, Robert looked into Danielle's eyes, then gently kissed her on the lips. "Incredible," was all he said. Afternoon in the Sun The car was parked up a slope, underneath the bridge abutment and shielded on both sides by high weeds and underbrush. From its vantage one could see the narrow gravel road below winding along the floodplain of the summer-shrunken river. The area had an unkempt look with piles of broken concrete dropped here and there among the unruly patches of high weeds and scrubby, stunted trees. High above the floor of the valley the Bloor Street viaduct carried the mid-day traffic on whining tires that protested the afternoon heat. Slung just below the roadway and nestled in the superstructure, the east-west subway rattled its way along the great belly of the bridge. It was a sultry day and the sun rode high overhead shrinking the shadows to tiny inkblots below the gnarled trees and painting a dark slash beneath the bridge where they were secluded. Up the embankment behind them and hidden by the footings of the bridge they could hear the constant swish of traffic on the Don Valley Parkway. Far below them near the riverbed, two teenage boys took turns winding a dirt bike through its paces. The protestations of the small engine seemed removed from the darting of the vehicle as the distant sounds hung muted in the heaviness of the air. The windows of the car were down to catch whatever breeze could be coaxed inside. But neither the heat nor the distant vehicle noises distracted their attention from one another. His fingers trailed lightly along her cheek and neck flushed pink with the heat and her excitement. He felt the dampness at her nape as he nuzzled close inhaling the lingering sweetness of her perfume. His mouth pulled gently at her covering her lips, sucking at them one at a time, tracing them with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, he released her buttons, allowing the fabric of her blouse to glide off her shoulders, nudging the cloth to ease it down her arms and watching silently as it gaped in the middle, exposing full shapely breasts, alabaster tipped with brown aureoles and pinkish buds that stiffened under his examination. She shuddered slightly and tried to move in closer to him shielding her breasts from the boldness of his gaze as tiny fingers of guilt mixed with the forbidden excitement that tightened her belly. She thought fleetingly of her husband and her young son but the sensations plucking at her loins were irresistible. He cupped her breast lightly, lifting it up and then letting it bob back against her chest as if testing its weight or checking its fullness. She wanted him to hold them firmly in his strong hands, capture her breasts, kneading and squeezing them with ardor. But his fingers kept grazing her skin, tracing the fullness of her orbs then softly pressing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She shuddered again as his hands skimmed over the bareness of her sides, moving up to lift her arms and drape them on his shoulders. Her eyes closed as his head dipped to nuzzle her cleavage, nibbling and licking the smooth skin of her breasts. His tongue fluttered against her as it moved patiently over the roundness, stopping intermittently while he sucked fleetingly at her white skin. All too briefly his lips closed on her nipple wetting her and nibbling the bud to hardness. She cradled his head in her arms pressing the nipple to his lips, trying to make him suckle while he alternately licked the nipple keeping it wet then blew on it tenderly to cool it. Slipping his hand under her skirt he softly caressed her smooth skin, easing his hand between her thighs and nudging them ajar. She lay back against the seat and relaxed a little as his fingers continued to explore the sensitive skin beneath the cloth. She badly wanted to be touched but she fought her eagerness lest she appear anxious and thereby slutty. He loved that reluctance in her and reveled in the color that sprang to her cheeks when her modesty clashed with her deeper needs. It was what he enjoyed most about married women - coaxing them to levels of depravity they'd never even contemplated. "I love the feel of your naked legs," he mused, uttering the first words spoken between them in almost thirty minutes. Her acknowledgement was but a preoccupied wisp of a smile as she snuggled down further with her back braced against the passenger door. He lifted her left leg closer to the seatback while subtly leaning forward a little so his right arm blocked her from moving it back. His left hand found the top of her leg cupping the back of her thigh firmly while the tips of his fingers grazed the slope of her buttocks where they left the confines of her panties. Her skirt was pulled right up now as she laid back submissively, eyes closed and face flushed. She did not resist when he shifted his position, unbuttoned the waistband on her skirt and eased it down as far as it would go. "Lift up," he commanded when the white linen garment lodged on her hips. She raised her bottom off the seat and he whisked the fabric down her legs and off, tossing it onto the back seat with her blouse. Only the soft yellow bikini panties remained of her clothing. He smiled to himself as he leaned down toward her belly blowing soft tickling breaths on her exposed navel and hips and flicking his tongue teasingly along the elastic waistband. Moving his head lower, he was aware of the tiny wisps of blond hair that peaked out of the leg bands of the flimsy garment. He drew his breath in the heady musk of her scent. The thin isthmus of fabric between her legs had darkened slightly from the growing dampness behind. She was fidgeting, moving her hips toward him imploringly as he blew his warm breath on her secret place. She wanted him badly and the lust in her belly drove any shred of guilt from the immediacy of her need. He laid his cheek on her taut stomach while his fingers dipped under the leg bands of her panties, touching all around her mons but avoiding the moist and pouting lips of her sex. She shifted her position frequently now as he purposely held back what she badly wanted. He was teasing her blatantly. Her breath was irregular and she seemed to whisper half words, little moans and sighs as she rolled her head from side-to-side. He drew back a little from her enjoying her frustration momentarily and using it to increase her need. Waiting until her eyes fluttered open and met his he instructed her harshly, "Take off your panties." Without hesitation she hooked her thumbs in the garment, skimming it down over her legs and off her feet, tossing it in the back seat with the rest of her discarded things. Pressing his palms against her thighs, he eased them apart and pushed them up toward her hips. She squirmed her naked buttocks further down on the seat in anticipation, thus giving him complete access to her most private places. Once again, he lowered his head, this time immediately nuzzling the blond hair between her thighs feeling the springy coarseness against his mouth. With the tip of his tongue her parted her nether lips and tasted the woman of her, reveling in her abundant wetness. She jerked spasmodically as his tongue flicked the tiny nub just inside. Her hands grasped the side of his head trying to draw him deeper while grinding her mons against his mouth. She was perspiring freely and her mouth was drawn in a tiny grimace of determination. Short little gasps of breath that finished in a whimper accompanied each pulse of her hips. As the sensations in her belly grew stronger, her moans and whimpers increased and her head flopped from fitfully side-to-side. Close to orgasm, her need overpowered any belated caution from her latent modesty. She was very wet and the scent of her sex filled the car. The turgid bud of her clitoris had eased from its protective hood and glistened like a pink pearl above the petals of her sex. She was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life and his teasing touch made her fretful and anxious. Frequently he eased back keeping her hovering close but not letting her cum. Raising his head, he quickly replaced his tongue with a gentle strumming of her clit with the side of his thumb. With his right hand he probed inside her with two fingers. Then, as his hand became soaked with her juices, he slipped his index finger between the clasping cheeks of her buttocks until it pressed against her anus. Her eyes fluttered open momentarily as she realized what was happening but a word of protest was still in her throat as his finger slipped past her sphincter and wormed deep inside of her. The sensation was strange. It didn't hurt but it made her feel sluttish because she felt such pleasure from it. She could hear herself whimpering, imploring him to let her cum as his thumb strummed rhythmically on her clit and his finger probed deep inside her bottom. He smiled to himself at how tight she was back there. He knew having her bum touched was embarrassing her and that made it even more fun. She was aware of him speaking softly to her, crooning sexual images, using street language and telling her what to do, how she looked, how exposed she was, outdoors, stripped naked...legs spread and in heat. "You're a horny little cunt, aren't you?" he mocked. No one had ever used such vile language to her. The crudeness of his words demeaned her, numbing her sensibilities and sending emotional tremors rattling through her core. "Aren't you?" he continued. "Tell me what a horny little cunt you are." Her eyes flickered open again and his gaze riveted them as he pressed her. Her marital experiences now seemed so tepid, so antiseptic, as a second finger pushed deep into her bowels. "Go ahead. Say it!" he bullied "Yes ... I am, she whispered in a tiny voice not wanting to say those words but afraid he may stop the pleasure she was feeling in her loins if she didn't. "You're what?" he demanded mockingly. "Say it. Say I'm a horny little cunt." She was frustratingly close again, inured to the humiliation he espoused, caring only for the orgasm that was eluding her. "I'm ... a horny little cunt," she repeated. "I'm a horny cunt and I want you to do it to me." He grinned at her capitulation and enjoyed her obvious unfulfilled need. For an instant he broke the rhythm and when she drew her breath in sharply he pushed her again. "You're a horny little married cunt aren't you? Tell me that and tell me what you want." Beside herself with need and frustrated by his gamesmanship she blurted "Yes...I'm a horny married cunt and I ... I want you to fuck me!" The words tumbled out at the same time she felt a powerful orgasm sweeping her loins. "Fuck me...fuck me now," she pleaded as her legs spread wider and she pumped up at him with the urgency of abandon he so wanted to see. She wasn't even aware at first that he'd replaced his stroking thumb with her own fingers and was now poised between her thighs watching as she masturbated to a thrashing noisy climax. She slumped back against the door now, oblivious to her own nakedness. The pangs of modesty that she had felt thirty minutes before had been swept away in the torrent of her pleasure. He moved in close to her again and eased her head forward until her cheek rested on his chest. His hand stroked the pouting wetness of her sex, tracing the cleft and causing her to draw small, sharp breaths as his fingers repeatedly nudged her enervated clitoris. He amused himself in her wetness and listened with satisfaction to the wet clicking noises his fingers made as they played in the sodden patch between her legs. Her clit was so sensitive she shuddered when he'd touch it but the insistent deep probing of his fingers felt so good she didn't want that to stop. He especially enjoyed watching her giving in to her pleasure. She was a woman who was usually aloof and gave the impression of being unattainable. it was a huge bonus That she was married. He liked that a lot and would find subtle ways to remind her that she was cheating just to see her struggle emotionally with the guilt. A typical school teacher, she liked being in control and had an attitude of superiority that was often misunderstood. The remnants of a British accent made her seem snobbish and detached. Other women envied her good looks but even more than that they disliked the prissy detachment she exuded. Those same women would love to see her now, stripped of her clothes and her composure, touching herself and talking dirty - indeed, acting like a common slut. He wished he was getting it all on video. But that could come later. The moments after a woman cums were always especially arousing to him. A strong orgasm usually made the clitoris overly sensitive and he liked playing with their discomfort, eliciting little whimpers and sighs as his fingers toyed with the tender areas. Deliberately, he worked his fingers close to Janet's clit enjoying the evasive movements of her hips as she tried to keep him from contacting the enervated bud. His knee, draped over hers, kept her from closing her legs and he could feel her thighs jump as she tried to avoid his persistent fingering. He kept her close to him where he could suck on the tender skin of her neck and around her earlobes. He could see a spot of darkening skin at the bend of her neck, the start of a hickey she'd have to hide from her husband and he resolved to go back to it ensuring its prominence before he let her dress. For long moments, he held her tightly, pressing her face to his chest and incanting sexually to her. All the while his hands worked teasingly at her genitals, stroking and tugging gently on the lips and then sliding two fingers deep into her wetness. Gradually the fatigue of her first orgasm left her and her body began to move in a rhythmic response. "I love to see you this horny," he smirked. "Your cunt is soaking." "Does that excite you?" she asked. His reply was another command. "Tell me where it feels good." "Right where your fingers are," she evaded. "Say it!" he demanded. "Say the word. Don't pretend you don't know what I want you to say." "My cunt," she said quietly. "It feels good in my cunt." "And what about your bum? You liked that didn't you." It was a statement, not a question and she felt a little tinge of shame as she whispered "yes." She was always so neat and so controlled. Hearing her say it brought a smile to his lips and seeing her cheeks flush at her own vulgarity made it even sweeter. It gave him a rush to manipulate her this way, pushing her beyond her comfort zone by simply holding her pleasure for ransom. It was fun to see how close he could bring her and then tantalizingly back off a little before she could cum. Each time she was close she'd try a little harder to get there. Each time she missed, it peeled away a little more of her inhibition. "Your husband must have a needle for a dick." he taunted. "Your bum is so tight it's like it's never had a cock." He watched, amused, as she tried to avoid commenting. "It makes me feel good when you touch me like this." She murmured, hoping to change the conversation. "I'll bet you tell your husband that too," he teased purposely adding to her stress. "Maybe I'll ask him," he quipped, watching the flush in her cheeks deepen at the thought. "What do you think he'd say?" "Don't even go there," she whispered, hoping he'd stop. It bothered her that he could be so gauche as to tease her that way. It was like a clarion reminder maing her being with him seem even more forbidden. She had her face buried against his shirt and her eyes were closed tight in concentration. Each time she got close he changed his rhythm a little or moved his finger back keeping her so very close but adding to her need to cum. She moved around now, nestled more into his arms and lay with her back against his leg and her bottom facing the passenger door. The seat was a little too short for her legs and she kept them bent, placing one foot on the cushion and the other trailing off the seat onto the floor. While she lay with her eyes closed, he watched her closely, enjoying her little winces and the changes of expression that crossed her face in response to his fingers. He liked the sight of his hand working steadily between her open legs and the pulse of her hips and she moved with him. A subway train rumbled by on the tracks high above them and he looked up and thought of all the bored passengers unaware of what was happening just beneath them and out of their site. He wished they could all see her right now, the way she was and he smiled at how embarrassed she'd undoubtedly be. He gazed through the windshield and his eyes swept lazily over the valley below them. There was nothing moving at all. His eyes caught sight of a shiny object reflecting brightly in the sun. Without pausing the steady movement of his hand, he continued peering at it, squinting to see it more clearly. It was something polished, like chrome. Suddenly it occurred to him that he could no longer hear the dirt bike and his eyes began to search the riverbed for the boys. Methodically, he cast his eyes slowly from left to right trying to see any movement down there. A slight flutter off the passenger side of the car drew his attention to the door mirror and a flash of color moving in the dusty green of the high weeds. Without changing the rhythm of his hand he studied the tiny reflection. To be continued...