11 comments/ 15989 views/ 4 favorites The Stranger on Cliff Lane By: Otazel Diane closed the door to her little cottage and wandered across the narrow unmade lane to the old wooden fence that guarded the cliff edge and gazed out across the sea. Widowed at fifty-four she had sold up her London home and moved to live by the Cornish coast in what had previously been their weekend retreat. She had loved this little place ever since they had bought it as an escape and with the avowed intention of making it their retirement home. That was before the heart attack that took David from her and changed everything. Hers was the middle of just three old cottages scattered along the single track road, and the only one to have a permanent resident. Occasionally she would meet the owners of the others when they too broke free of the rat-race for week or two, or perhaps the holidaymakers to whom the cottages were often let on a week to week basis, but other than that she had the little road with its fabulous sea views to herself. She didn't mind, she loved the peace and solitude after so many years in the bustle and noise of the city, although she would readily admit that she missed David's arms around her and would have swapped anything to have his warmth and passion just once more. Physical contact with another human being she missed above almost everything else, but she had loved David dearly and couldn't yet bring herself to enter into another relationship. It would seem so disloyal to the man who had given her everything, including the lovely little cottage she now lived in. She would manage with her memories and her fingers, and her first vibrator bought last year at the age of fifty-five, something that made her smile every time she thought about it. What did they say? Just because there's frost on the roof doesn't mean the fire's gone out. Blonde hair dye got rid of the frost and her new little toy kept the fire under control, and would do so until she felt able to break free and of her memories and offer herself to another man. But even she acknowledged that getting over a husband of nearly thirty years and moving on, especially at her age, was not very likely, and anyway, who would want a wizened old thing like her? She turned her head to the west where a big red summer sun hovered just above the horizon and felt a warm evening breeze play with her hair. Across the water she could just make out the dark smudge of a ship sailing out into the Atlantic. She leaned on the fence and let her mind drift, thinking of the times she'd had here with David, and even the times they'd made love down on the beach. She smiled wistfully, giggling softly and only straightening her face when the sound of footsteps on the gravel of the road announced someone approaching. She didn't want to be thought of as the old mad woman who lived on her own. 'Hello.' She looked up, but the man was a stranger. He was an attractive stranger with an open face and a broad smile, but still a stranger. 'Hello.' She replied simply, not wanting to sound impolite but not really wanting to encourage him. 'Beautiful, isn't it.' She turned her face back out to sea as if taking in the view. 'Yes, isn't it.' He had stopped and was standing level with her. 'Are you on holiday?' 'No, I live here.' 'Lucky you.' 'Yes.' She looked across at him, seeing a man who was pretty much the exact opposite of David. Tall, strong and tanned, her junior by about ten years or perhaps a little more, and with long wavy dark hair that curled around the neck of his tee-shirt. With a physique like that he was clearly not a heart attack candidate. Why couldn't David have kept himself that fit? 'Down here for long?' She had no idea why she asked, only a couple of minutes before she had been wanting him to move on, but now she found herself extending the conversation. 'A couple of weeks. I'm renting the end one.' She assumed, rightly, that he had meant the cottage at the far end of this dead end lane as that was the direction he was walking. It was the most modernised of the three cottages, even boasting a hot tub. 'You'll like it, just so long as you don't want excitement.' He smiled. 'No, I've had enough of that for a while, now I just want to enjoy a rest.' She wondered briefly what he had been doing to prompt those words, but she shrugged the question away as none of her business. She nodded, looking out to sea again. The ship had disappeared, swallowed by the vastness of the ocean. He came across the grass verge and stood next to her, his hands alongside hers on the top rail of the fence. She knew she should feel nervous, but she didn't. In fact she felt strangely reassured by his presence, and so she accepted it willingly and they stood side by side, enjoying silent companionship as the sun made its slow way into the sea. The minutes passed and the sun sank lower, evening drawing into twilight, and at some point during that time they had unknowingly moved closer to each other until Diane suddenly realised that the edge of her hand was touching his where they held the top of the fence. Without looking at him she instinctively raised her little finger and stroked the side of his, not knowing what had prompted her action. She sensed rather than saw his reaction as he glanced at her in surprise, but neither spoke and she continued tracing his finger with hers, until finally he moved his hand and laid it gently over hers. They stood quietly and unmoving for some minutes, taking quiet pleasure in the contact before they both glanced at each other simultaneously and smiled trustingly. 'It's nice to know the natives are friendly.' He teased softly. She didn't reply, just smiled up into warm brown eyes that reflected the setting sun and on impulse interlaced her fingers with his and then laid her head on his shoulder, sighing with the pure contentment of doing something so human and so simple but that she had never expected to do again. So it's true, she told herself, your heart really does skip a beat when something so nice happens without warning. What it as that was drawing her to this stranger she couldn't say, all she knew was that she felt relaxed and safe beside him, and her heart was beating just a little bit faster because he hadn't pushed her away. She had half expected her spontaneous act to be rejected as coming from someone too old to still be considered a woman. Again they slipped into a comfortable silence, holding hands but still resting them on the fence as if to camouflage their action. Why am I doing this, she wondered, and more importantly, what happens now? She didn't want a relationship, and in any case, he was only here for two weeks. Stop it, she chided herself. You've made the running and he's too polite to rebuff you. Soon, she thought, he'll make and excuse and walk away, and then take care not to speak to you the next time we meet. But for now his shoulder felt warm and strong through the denim of his work shirt and his hand strong and firm in hers. The summer air was cooling now the sun was almost gone, but she didn't want to go in yet, not yet. A stray breeze penetrated her thin summer dress and she shivered momentarily, the unexpected zephyr raising goose bumps as it passed even though both it and the evening were still comparatively warm. 'Cold?' He asked, his face showing his concern. She shook her head. 'No, just a draught that I wasn't expecting.' 'Let me shield you.' He released her hand and moved to stand behind her, enfolding her slim figure within his arms and pulling her back against his chest. 'Thank you.' She said, blissful bewilderment turning her knees to sudden jelly so that she had to lean back against him for support. She let go of the fence to place her hands on his as they wrapped around her beneath her breasts, standing in front of him and wondering once more where things were headed. By now she had come to understand that just as she was unaccountably attracted to him, equally unbelievably he was also attracted to her. She folded her hands over his and waited to see what might happen, her heart beginning to flutter with unaccustomed excitement. She felt him move a little behind her and then his lips brushed the nape of her neck, making such a tentative contact that for a moment she wasn't even sure what he had done. She sighed softly and deliberately and bent her head forward, inviting a repeat. Once again his lips made contact with her neck, this time more confidently, as he planted a series of gentle kisses around the back of her neck and towards the sides. She breathed in deeply, her eyes closing with pleasure even though her mind was reminding her that this was a stranger, someone she had just met and even whose name she didn't know. She made a little guttural noise in her throat to let him recognize her pleasure and let her hands fall to her sides, releasing his and silently but deliberately inviting him to go further. He needed no further encouragement, his hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently through the cups of her bra. She knew that to let things continue was an invitation she would not be able to withdraw later, but she didn't care, her heart was pounding now with the vaguely remembered feelings that she had reluctantly consigned to her past. She was feeling thrilled, nervous, excited, and even a little aroused, and it was getting better by the minute. She placed her hands back on the fence rail and simply let him touch her. He squeezed, pressed, moulded and manipulated her breasts, all the time scattering fleeting kisses across her neck and behind her ears, making her nipples react and her breath come faster. She moaned softly, unable to stop herself even though she knew it would encourage him. His breathing was sounding more rapidly in her ear, quick little breaths between kisses that revealed his growing arousal. But that didn't matter, she could feel her body responding and although her mind was in a whirl at what was happening, she knew now that whatever he wanted to do she wouldn't try to stop him. He was moving closer to her, his body pressing on to her from behind and one hand sliding down from her bust to her stomach to pull her tight so that she felt beautifully trapped against him, the warmth of his body protecting her against the evening chill. She wasn't sure, but for a moment she thought she felt an erection push against her bottom before he moved again, stepping back a little, taking his hand from her belly. She wondered why, thinking maybe he was changing his mind, before understanding dawned as she felt his fingers searching for the zipper of her dress. She bent her head forward again, helping him by swinging her hair out of the way, wanting him to find it yet nervous for the consequences. The zip buzzed as he lowered it, and then his strong hands brushed against her skin as he pushed her dress from her shoulders. She took her hands from the rail and shook the short sleeves free, letting it fall in a little crumpled pile around her feet. His fingers fumbled at her back and her bra loosened, falling away from her breasts and letting the cooling evening air play around her nipples, hardening them and making them stand out even more. The bra fell away from her body and she lowered her arms again to let it fall on top of her dress before taking hold of the fence once more and staring nervously out over the sea wearing nothing more than her tiny cotton panties. The breeze, cool and gentle, raised invigorating goose bumps on her skin and she quivered happily. She sensed him back away and stand looking at her, all of a sudden feeling anxious that her pale skin and thin limbs would make her look ghostlike and unattractive to him now that it was almost dark, and she shivered, not from cold this time, but from certainty that he would reject her and walk away. 'I know I'm thin.' She said sadly. 'But I can't help it.' 'Don't run yourself down.' He answered hoarsely. 'You're slim not thin, and you look beautiful to me.' 'I feel old and skinny.' 'And you think I'd undress a woman I don't fancy, do you?' He shot back at her, a hint of gentle mockery in his voice. 'You're fine.' He came close again, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and easing them down. She lifted each foot in turn, kicking off her shoes at the same time, helping him to strip her naked, buoyed up by his remarks and no longer quite so self conscious. Once again he stood behind her and slid his hands around her body to cup her bare breasts, gently fondling them in the palms of his hands. All of a sudden she realised that he had taken his shirt off, for she could feel his chest hair on her back, the skin on skin contact sending a little frisson of lust running through her. He trapped each nipple between two fingers and drew her breasts out into points, pulling at her so that she almost took a step forward, but using the fence as a brace she pushed herself back, increasing the pull and hissing gently as she made it hurt just a little. He had no way of knowing, but she had loved having her breasts pulled, though she was sure they were fuller the last time it had happened. 'I'm sorry they're so saggy.' She apologised for them, remembering how she used to be. In truth, although the years and gravity had taken some toll, her image of herself didn't match what other eyes might see. 'They're lovely. I like playing with them.' He kissed her nape again. 'And you like it too, I can tell.' She could hear arousal thickening his voice. She nodded without looking at him, still holding onto the fence and passively letting him have his way. It was as if she was relearning how to be a woman instead of the dried up husk she had believed herself to have become. Perhaps, she thought hopefully, perhaps he'll go all the way and make love to me. One hand left her breast and made its way down her front, stroking and fondling her all the way, fingertips lightly tracing her shape, skating lightly from belly button to hip and then dipping down to push into the rough of her pubic hair. She gasped and gripped tighter onto the fence, feeling his fingers push through her bush and probe between her legs. Instinctively she started to clench her legs together but then, as her desire overcame her instincts, she parted them, planting her feet about a yard apart to give him full access. It was wonderful to let a man's fingertips slide over her clit once more, and make her shudder with excitement as he cupped and played with her pussy. 'Nice?' He asked. 'Yes.' She answered simply and truthfully. 'Do you want me to stop?' 'No.' His arm was right across her front, grasping her far breast to hold her tight while he delved between her legs, fingers squirming and fondling her pussy until two slipped between her labia and he found her entrance. She was wet. She hadn't realised just how turned on and slippery she was until the two fingers simply glided so effortlessly into her. Still holding the fence she leaned her head back, sighing with pleasure and he kissed the side of her neck, sending another shiver of excitement running through her. He probed her as deeply as their position would allow, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clit as his fingers slid back and forth until she began to tremble with pleasure and the knowledge that he had the power to make her come. She was moaning unashamedly now, announcing her enjoyment to anyone who could hear, knowing that an audience was unlikely but not caring anyway. Abruptly, without any warning, he withdrew his fingers and took his hand away, causing her to look up in surprise. But he wasn't finished, he held the fingers before her face, a clear invitation for her to suck them and taste her own wetness. She opened her mouth and licked them clean, the unfamiliar flavour of her own juices strong in her mouth. 'Good girl.' The unaccustomed and unexpected praise made her smile. Once again he moved, standing behind her and placing his hands on her hips. This is it, she thought, and I'm ready for it. But it wasn't, at least not yet. Using her hips to guide her he pulled her clear from the fence, making her back away a couple of steps before pushing her legs apart once more and bending her at the waist so that she had to take hold of the top rail again and physically lean on her arms. It was a little uncomfortable, but she didn't mind because it made her feel so totally helpless and vulnerable. Letting go of her hips he stood to the side and let one hand trail softly along her spine while the other reached under her and grasped a swaying breast, rubbing and caressing it and playing with her nipple. She lowered her head, trying to see him touching her, and moaned deeply, the moan turning to a gasp as he gripped her nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed, pulling it downwards at the same time. 'Do that again.' She asked, gasping louder as he obliged. 'More.' 'No more.' He told her, releasing her breast and placing the hand on her back. She felt disappointed and a little embarrassed at having revealed one of her foibles, but he made no suggestion that he had noticed and his other hand now began to explore her bottom, pushing between her cheeks and down her crack. She wasn't sure what he intended, but he skimmed past her anus with no more than a brief circle around it and went on until he found her pussy, his fingers slipping straight back in to her vagina as if they owned it. Perhaps for tonight at least, she thought, they do. He began to thrust his fingers into her, able to bury them to their full depth now they had changed position. She leaned on the fence, naked and exposed, passively accepting his fingers, gazing out to sea where in the far distance the running lights of a ship revealed other human life and wondering vaguely if, with a telescope, they could see her and make out the smile of pleasure on her face. Of course she knew they couldn't, but in a bizarre way she wished they could, or at least that someone could, proof positive that she was still sexually active. Maybe a car would find its way along the lane and spear them in its headlights, illuminating a pale and skinny aging widow enjoying a new lease of life at the hand of a strong and handsome younger man, a silent boast to the world that all was not finished yet. But for sure that wouldn't happen, cars only ever came past on their way to the last cottage, and its current occupant was here, pleasuring her and giving her the reason for her fantasy. She knew they could be doing this quite safely in the middle of the lane with their eyes closed. Slowly he began to speed up until soon he was pushing his fingers hard into her, twisting and turning them at the same time as if trying to screw them right inside her, plunging them in hard and fast, making her gasp and groan with the sheer thrill of it. She was wet, soaking wet, and deep inside her she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. The sensation excited her, the idea that she was going to come from the man's attentions giving her a buzz all of its own. She set herself, pushing back against his plunging fingers, helping him propel them deeper, feeling her orgasm steadily mounting. 'I'm going to come.' She announced breathlessly. 'Good.' He responded. 'I want you to.' He let his hand slide from her back and reached under her, grasping her breast once more. But this time he didn't fondle it or even pull on it, instead he simply squeezed it hard, hard enough for her to grimace. He had understood her need from before and now he was making her orgasm grow into one almighty explosion. When she came she shouted out loud, her wail sounding extra loud in the quiet of the summer evening, but she didn't care. Wave after white hot wave of ecstasy coursed through her body, overloading her sensations and turning her knees to jelly so that his hand on her breast became a support as she juddered and jolted through her climax. Time after time she cried out, unrestrained screeches that she couldn't prevent, each one a declaration of her delight and surprise. She had never expected this to happen to her again and all her pent up frustration was released in that one overpowering orgasm. The Stranger on Cliff Lane Pt. 02 Diane stood naked before the mirror and gave herself a critical once over. A bit thin but not too bad for someone in their mid fifties she thought to herself, twisting sideways to try and get a look at her silhouette. She'd been blessed in her youth with small high breasts, and even though the years had taken their toll they had only sagged to what would usually be classed as acceptable. Yes, not too bad at all. Her stomach was still pretty flat too and her bottom still firm and the only visible wrinkles were on her face, character lines she liked to call them when makeup failed in its job. Yes, she would do, she wasn't quite past it yet. It seemed strange to look at herself in that sort of light once again. Only a few days ago she wouldn't have cared, resigned to decaying slowly into a decrepit old age, a dried up widow with no chance of attracting any more male attention. But then two nights ago a man had literally walked into her life, meeting her on the clifftop lane that passed her door, and unexpectedly seducing her out in the open where anyone might see. Not that anyone was around or that they would see much in the evening gloom, and not that she would have cared if they had. He was her first lover since her husband, David, had passed away and it had been so good, so damn good, and not just the sudden sex, but the fact of being reassured that she was still a sexually attractive woman. But whether she was attractive enough to maintain his interest remained to be seen, for she hoped to meet him again soon. He'd dropped an enormous hint by telling her what time he would be walking back to his holiday cottage tonight, and she intended to be by the fence, just as she had been before. Her newly regenerated but still fragile self-confidence relied on him having not decided that she was a scrawny and aging widow and not good enough for a good-looking man at least ten years younger then she was. If he did come along, then she hoped he would make love to her again, and if he didn't - then at least she would know. The night 'it' had happened she had come back indoors with her underwear in her hand and a smile a mile wide, and her breasts still throbbing from where he had mauled them as he played with her. She had climbed into bed naked, not wanting to destroy the mood with nightwear, and laid herself flat on her back, one incredulous hand exploring a pussy still wet with his cum. She didn't play with herself, that would have spoiled things; she just wanted to reassure herself that it really had happened. She didn't want a relationship; losing David to a heart attack was still too close to the surface for that. In fact she was torn between feeling desperately guilty at having betrayed David's memory and equally guilty for knowing that he would want her to move on. Not that she was anywhere near ready to move on completely yet, but the new awareness that she could if she wanted helped no end. She had been confused and despondent about a future on her own, and so the optimism that her mystery lover had brought was just what she needed. A short term fling, a passing conquest, that was all she wanted to be to him, someone for him to remember fondly after he had gone home to wherever that was and she was left behind. To her, he was the mystery man, whose name she had avoided learning, the man who had made her realise that her sex life did not have to die with her long term partner. He was the man who had relit her fire. He was also tall, muscular and too bloody handsome for his own good, and she wanted him. She wondered what she should wear for him, certainly not jeans or slacks, that would represent too much of a barrier. A summer dress perhaps, just as she had worn the last time, or maybe skirt and top, something light and perhaps flimsy enough to suggest that just a little wantonness hid beneath the surface of her usual respectable modesty. What about underwear, should she wear something sexy or something practical, should she wear any at all? Just for a heart stopping moment she decided on a summer skirt and white blouse with nothing beneath, but then reality kicked in and she knew she couldn't. The skirt and blouse idea was fine, but she'd have to wear something underneath. She picked a loose pale green skirt and a short sleeved white blouse over white undies, the bra deliberately front fastening. She put them on but left both blouse and bra temporarily undone, and then stood there before the mirror for a few moments, looking at her small breasts peeking out from between her open clothing. Yes, she nodded to herself as she turned away and fastened herself up; the outfit gave the right balance between demureness and availability. She was dressed and ready, now all she had to do was hope that he was there and that he would want to do the same to her this time as before. She closed her eyes and squeezed her own breasts as lurid memories of what he did to her flashed into her mind. She remembered his fingers investigating her pussy, going right up inside her and exploring her before he showed them to her and made her suck her own juices from them. That was something she had never done before, but with his strong personality he seemed to take it for granted that she would. Then she remembered him squeezing her breasts and tugging quite hard at her nipples, the one thing guaranteed to get her going. She shivered as she remembered what she'd allowed him to do, what they'd done together, the thoughts sending an unexpected little frisson of pleasure running through her. His fingers were followed by his cock, his big hard cock. She'd sucked that too, and she wanted to do it again, this time to take his cum in her mouth and swallow. Stop it, she scolded herself, you're thinking like a teenager not a fifty-six year old widow. The chances are he wouldn't turn up anyway, or if he did then a polite hello as he passed was probably all she was likely to get, or maybe an apology for his previous conduct. That, she thought, would probably hurt more than anything, if he felt sorry for having had sex with her. Go out, she decided, and if he was there, then he was there, and if he wanted her again it would be nice, but if not, well she'd still be able to remember the night when he had. She looked at the clock, slightly over a quarter of an hour to the time he said he'd be passing. Should she go out now and be ready? Perhaps she'd better. She glanced out of her bedroom window. The day had been oppressively hot and now a band of heavy purple clouds was piling up on the western horizon, covering the setting sun and throwing a deep red halo around themselves, giving the light that still lingered a red cast and making the evening darker than it should be for the time. She opened the cottage door and, with a brief look along the empty lane, crossed quickly over and went to lean on the wooden cliff edge fence, looking out to sea just as she had before. The heat of the day had gone now, swept away by the gentle evening wind that blew from the land to the sea, but it was still a pleasantly warm summer's evening. She could feel the breeze playing softly on her back and around the back of her legs, exploring mischievously under her skirt. She smiled, now all she needed was her mystery lover to do the same. Strange wasn't it, but the fact that she had purposely avoided learning his name had made her exploits seem all the naughtier, all the more daring, and all the more thrilling. God, she felt randy already, just in the hope that he would come to her. She stood by the fence, gazing out to sea, looking for ships making their way in from the Atlantic, or maybe sailing out across the world. It was one of her favourite relaxations, watching them come and go and imagining their exotic home ports and destinations. At this time she would probably only see them by their lights unless they became silhouetted against red of the western horizon, but there were none to be seen, though that didn't matter for she was paying little attention to the ocean anyway, concentrating much more on listening for the first crunch of feet approaching on the gravel of the unmade road. Five minutes passed, then ten, and she became increasingly sure that he wasn't coming. Perhaps he had deliberately given her a wrong time to throw her off the scent and let him pass unimpeded, or he had cut his holiday short already to avoid meeting her. She knew in her logical mind that neither made much sense, but her illogical, emotion led mind couldn't dislodge the thought that he wouldn't turn up. Fifteen minutes now since she had left the safety of her cottage. It was the time he had said, and he wasn't there. He wasn't coming, she'd been right, she was such a fool, now all that was left to do was to go back in and turn the telly on. She should have known, stood up at her age. Diane blinked back her sudden tears and turned to go back in, glancing up and down the lane as she habitually did. There was hardly ever a car, but getting run over now would just about top it. Something caught her eye and she looked again, and there in the far distance came an indistinct figure, a male figure. Was it? She could just about make him out in the twilight, he had the same confident walk and he had the same muscular build. It was! She chided herself for being foolish; of course he wouldn't let her down. She turned back, nonchalantly leaning on the fence as if she hadn't a care in the world, trying to calm her pounding heart before he got there. Now she was suddenly certain that he wouldn't walk straight past, he would stop and... Well, she knew what she meant, and hoped. His footsteps were audible now but she purposely ignored them, looking out to sea and pretending not to notice his approach, letting him feel just a fraction of the uncertainty she had suffered. He got closer and she listened for any reaction to her presence, any faltering, any uncertainty, but the footsteps came on, confident and steady, louder and closer, until suddenly they were gone. She panicked and turned, then she giggled to herself, he was still there, silently walking the ten or so yards on grass as he angled across towards the fence. 'Hello.' She broke the silence herself this time. 'Hello.' He answered, smiling down as he reached her. 'Fancy meeting you here.' She joked weakly, unsure what else to say. 'I do.' 'What?' She frowned, puzzled by the reply. 'Fancy meeting you here.' She laughed as his meaning sank home. 'I'm glad, and it's mutual.' He reached out and took her hands in his, raising them both to his lips and kissing them like an old-fashioned beau, all the time looking into her eyes. She smiled back; she couldn't help it, even though his excess of gallantry had made her blush, and when he finally released her fingers they moved forward into an embrace as if they'd been lovers for years. 'I thought you might not be here.' He whispered into her ear. 'And I thought you wouldn't come.' She told him sincerely, wanting to say more but stopped by his lips descending on hers. They kissed warmly and tenderly at first, but it rapidly became more ardent as they clung to each other, their tongues probing and exploring deep in each other's mouths. Once, twice they paused for breath, not quite taking their mouths apart before returning to their kisses, hands running over each other's backs, stroking, caressing, all hinting at what was to come. 'Phew.' He laughed as they finally pulled apart. 'Take it easy.' 'Take it easy yourself.' She laughed back, breathing more heavily than before. Just for a moment she considered asking him in, taking him to bed properly and hoping he'd be there when she awoke in the morning, but she knew it was only lust talking. Neither of them really wanted that sort of thing and it would probably spoil things anyway, and how would she explain to herself afterwards having had someone else in David's bed? Besides, it was so much naughtier in the open air. 'You didn't regret it, the last time?' He asked suddenly. 'I thought you might have wished we hadn't done it.' 'Regret it?' She laughed quickly. 'Not a chance.' 'Good, me neither.' 'You can never know how much you did for my confidence.' She added quietly. They stood quietly and looked at each other, trying to make out each other's mood in the gathering purple dusk, and then she turned away, leaning on the fence and gazing once more across the dark sea. 'Do you remember last time how you began last time?' She asked softly. 'You stood behind me on the pretext of protecting me from the sea breeze.' 'I remember.' He said, unsure if he were about to be reprimanded. 'I think the breeze is getting up again.' She was startled by her own blatant hint, but the words were out before she had time to think about their reception. She needn't have worried because he understood and promptly stepped into place, his arms encircling her from behind. 'We can't have you getting cold.' He whispered, his lips only inches from her ear. 'I don't think that will happen now.' She glanced up at him and leaned back, closing her hands over his, moving them up so that they were against the underside of her breasts. 'Careful.' He jested. 'You'll start things off again. I've only just calmed down after our last kiss.' 'I don't think so.' She told him pointedly, trying not to giggle. 'Oh him, well he's got a mind of his own.' He smiled, pulling her closer so that his erection pressed harder onto her bottom through their clothes. 'But are his intentions honourable?' She asked, teasing. 'Probably not.' 'That's all right then.' She pushed back gently, deliberately placing his hands over her breasts at the same time, still surprised at herself for making the running. He cupped and squeezed them gently. 'You're feeling naughty tonight.' 'And whose fault is that?' She asked him, a happy smile in her voice. 'You're the one who prodded me back into life.' 'Prodded, eh?' He pushed against her, chuckling, his erection digging into her buttock. 'You know what I meant.' She glanced back at him, giggling at his innuendo. For a few minutes they just stood there, gazing over the darkness of the sea while he gently massaged her breasts. Her hands still covered his for a while but then she moved them back to hold his hips, keeping him close. 'I love what you're doing to me.' She told him, meaning more than just the physical contact. 'Good.' His voice behind her ear sounded as though he understood both meanings. She squeezed his hips briefly and then reached between them with one hand, searching for his erection. He felt hard and long beneath the denim and she moaned quietly as she remembered the size of it, wanting it even more now. She stroked him through his jeans, letting her fingernails buzz against the material and knowing how the vibration would transfer. 'Mmm, that's nice.' He whispered into her ear. She leaned back, looking up at where the first stars were just becoming visible, feeling his hands begin to fumble for the buttons of her blouse. 'Who said you could do that?' She teased him, still stroking his denim covered shaft. 'Who said I couldn't?' He responded as the buttons came undone. 'Good point.' She nodded sagely, feeling the front of her blouse fall open. He bent forward a little and kissed the nape of her neck, creating little shivers of enjoyment before crossing his hands in front of her and scooping into her bra to hold and massage her breasts. He seemed to know just the right combination of fleeting kisses and firm but gentle squeezes and she was soon breathing much more heavily. 'They will come off you know.' She hinted softly. 'And that zip still works.' He responded, leaving her breasts to unclip her bra and slide both it and her blouse from her shoulders. He pushed her clothing away, leaving her naked to the waist, and the cool of the evening air instantly turning her nipples into hard little knobs, ready for him to play with. She loved her nipples being ill-treated and to have someone tugging on them to the point of hurting, was an instant turn on for her. 'So it does.' She pulled at the zip he had mentioned and worked her fingers awkwardly into his jeans, finding his cock, enjoying the feel of its solid warmth in her hand. He reached around her, knowing instinctively what she needed, one hand across her breasts to roughly cup and massage the soft flesh, while the other hand reached lower, grabbing at her skirt and furling it up with his fingers until he could reach the front of her panties and worm his way inside. She gasped with the unexpected pleasure, wishing for the moment that she had done as she had briefly intended and left her underwear in the bedroom. She felt him bend around her, his fingers sliding roughly through her pubic hair, and she opened her legs for him, standing with her feet perilously far apart. But then, before he could find her pussy they suddenly heard the mumble of approaching voices and the faint crunch of feet on gravel. She started, alarmed that someone was about to catch her in such a position. Women in their fifties were not supposed to cavort half naked in public. With hers the middle of only three cottages along the lane and the occupier of the far one actually with her, she hadn't believed for a moment that anyone would come along. But they were, and she was partly undressed and with her hand wrapped around a man's cock. 'Someone's coming.' She whispered urgently. 'Yes, I can hear them.' He responded as if nothing was wrong, although his fingers retreated back across her pubes so that he could stand straight behind her with just his fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. 'But they'll see us.' She was panicking at her imminent exposure. Before when she had made love in the open it had been with her husband and on the beach below, well away from prying eyes. 'And does it matter? They can hardly see anything in the dark and you're facing the sea anyway.' The sun was gone now and the night was as yet still moonless and dark, other then the faint light from the myriad of stars. 'But they'll know what we're doing.' The sounds were getting closer. 'So what do you want to do, make a run for it and hope they don't notice?' His calm logic made her think. He was right, getting dressed again was too slow, and grabbing up her bra and blouse and darting across the lane would attract more attention than simply standing as they were, with their backs to the walkers, and letting them go past. Her panic subsided as she realised there would be very little to see. The voices were becoming clearer now, resolving themselves into those of a couple, still hidden by the darkness but getting closer. They were no doubt out for a late stroll and probably intending to do just the same as we are, she told herself. In any case, being caught was something she'd known was a possibility and even vaguely thought of it as an exhilarating possibility. 'No, it doesn't matter.' She told him decisively. 'Let them see us.' It was too late to do anything else, the voices were close enough to make out the words and out of the corner of her eye Diane could see that their indistinct figures only about twenty yards or so away. 'As long as you're sure?' He asked, pulling hard at her nipple. 'I'm sure, especially when you're doing that.' She groaned. 'So you want them to see you?' His voice held a playful note. 'Yes.' She detected that there was mischief behind his words, but she no longer cared. 'That's good.' She should have seen it coming, but she hadn't. He took his hand from her breast, wrapped an arm around her front beneath her breasts, gripped her upper arm in his hand, and spun them both around so that he was leaning his back on the fence and she was exposed to the passers-by just as they grew level. For a moment she froze in shock, suddenly horrified at being caught with the man's free hand inside her panties and her bare breasts on full view. She released his cock as she instinctively tried to turn away, or at least to cover herself up, but he held her firm, his strong arm keeping her facing the road and effectively holding her hands away from her front. The Stranger on Cliff Lane Pt. 02 'You bastard,' She hissed. 'You don't mind.' He answered quietly. The trouble was that he was right, she didn't mind, not really. Perhaps that was because she didn't recognise the couple, who had been stopped dead in their tracks by the abrupt display and were now gazing openly at her body. Not that they were seeing her very clearly. They were only a matter of yards away, but in the moonless night that had now surrounded them all Diane could make out were the pale ovals of their faces, and so she was secure in the knowledge that they couldn't see her any more distinctly. The white flesh of her thighs and uncovered breasts would be about all, and they wouldn't know whose flesh it was they were seeing. The anonymity of the night saved her blushes and made her exhibitionism exciting rather than embarrassing, even though she realised that if the pair were locals they might work out who she was from where she was. But right just then that didn't seem to matter, she was simply wondering how long they would stay and how far he would take things with them there. Part of her wanted them gone, but another, more adventurous part now wanted them to stay. Feeling her relax a little he released her arms and cupped her breast once more, pinching her nipple hard between finger and thumb. She felt a surge of excitement that made her moan quietly at him showing their viewers what turned her on. But that was as far as it was destined to go. It was as if her low moan of passion brought the couple to their senses, telling them exactly what they were seeing, for they both suddenly averted their eyes and hurried away, walking rapidly along the lane, their silence almost tangible. 'Are we going to stay here until they come back?' She asked in a whisper, not quite sure what answer she wanted. 'Depends on when that is, and if they do.' He responded. 'They've got to.' It was a dead end lane and so the couple would have to return at some point. 'We'll have to hope they take their time then.' He told her, tweaking her nipple again. 'Because we're not going to rush things, are we?' She hoped that the couple were visitors rather than residents who she would have to meet long after her lover had gone home. She groaned her pleasure, her eyes closing briefly as she thought about the implications. The instant embarrassment of getting caught was a wonderful turn on, but repeated humiliation each time they met afterwards was not. She pushed the fear of recognition from her mind and surrendered to the situation, with rushing things the last thing she wanted. 'I hope not.' He bent slightly, his hand sliding back down into her pubes, now seeking her pussy. She was tempted to just part her legs further and let him do as he wished, but then why should he make all the running? He had dictated things so far, now she abruptly decided, it was her turn. She felt his fingertips at the top of her cleft, exploring for her clit, but she resisted this time and gently pulled away. 'All in good time.' She whispered, in awe of her own nerve. 'It's my turn now.' She didn't give him time to reply; she simply turned and dropped to her knees before him, her fingers wrapping themselves around his erection once more. What made her take the lead again she wasn't really sure, although she thought their exposure to the passing couple had a lot to do with it. It was almost certainly pure lust brought on by the discovery that an exciting sex life was still possible. Even as that thought passed through her mind she was opening her mouth in eager anticipation of what she intended. His cock was big, not massive but big enough for the head to fill her mouth. She closed her eyes with contentment as her lips closed behind his glans and his guiding hands landed on her head. She knew she was good at this, it had been one of David's favourite things and something she loved doing, and so she licked and sucked her new lover's penis in long slow sexy sweeps, just as she used to do before, swirling her tongue around the head, taking it right in as far as she could and then pulling back so that the cool evening air played on the wet shaft. 'Hmmm, that is so good.' He told her, confirming her conviction with a voice hoarse with arousal. She pulled her mouth away to answer, her finger and thumb wanking him as she spoke. 'I'm glad, and I'm going to take it to the end.' His sudden jolt of surprise at her declaration made her smile even as her mouth went back around his cock to continue in the same languorous manner. There was no hurry; she knew that when he did come it would be worth the wait. Perhaps their unintentional spectators would return in time to witness her success, and perhaps they would like to see more - and so would she. A glance up and then she released his cock, smiling at him quickly as reassurance that she wasn't stopping, before reaching for his belt, unhooking it and tugging it loose. Then with another quick look up at him to be sure of his consent she worked his jeans over his hips and pulled them down. For a moment she giggled quietly at the sight of his erection threaded through the flies of his boxer shorts, but then she disentangled him and pulled them down to join his jeans around his ankles. This time he'd had the foresight to wear slip-on shoes and now he kicked them off, allowing her to work his clothing over each foot in turn and leave him completely undressed from the waist down. He grinned back down at her. 'There's not a lot of point in keeping this on then, is there?' He asked, pulling his tee-shirt over his head and so completing the job, standing naked with his feet planted almost arrogantly apart and waiting for her to continue. She smiled without speaking again and took his cock back into her mouth, one hand wrapping itself around his shaft unhampered now by any clothing. This was something she loved to do, to give the ultimate in service to a man for the ultimate in trust placed in her. It was almost a source of pride that she could give such intimate pleasure. Her tongue moved around the head of his cock, massaging, licking, and polishing until he groaned with pleasure and his fingers entwined themselves into her hair so tightly that it became painful. She didn't care; she knew what she wanted ands she was determined to get it. She rubbed his shaft between finger and thumb, wanking him as she sucked, at the same time taking him as deep as she could into her mouth as a counterpoint to her hand. Trying as hard as she knew how to make him come. Suddenly he gave a long deep groan and staggered slightly as if his legs were giving way, and flooded her mouth with his cum. Adrenalin shot through her at her success and she sucked and lapped even harder, feeling unexpectedly pleased at each spurt that filled her mouth and just a little disappointed when his spurts dwindled away and he stood spent and gasping, with his hands on her shoulders to support jelly legs. 'Thank you.' He gasped eventually. 'My pleasure.' She replied, and it was. She looked up at him as she waited for him to recover, wondering as she knelt there why it had been so important for her to blow this stranger. Perhaps, she decided eventually, it was the very fact that he was a stranger that did it, appealing to some newly discovered sense of adventure. Perhaps that was why, after the initial shock, being seen by the other couple had been so exciting. If that was the case, she determined, then this middle aged woman was going to enjoy life once more. She was still kneeling in front of him, but now he sank to his knees also, his hands still resting on her shoulders. 'Is there any reason?' He asked after taking a few minutes to recover. 'Why I'm naked and you still have some clothes left?' 'None that I can think of.' She told him, smiling and standing. 'Would you like me not to have?' 'It would be nice.' He told her, one eyebrow raised. 'And it would be only fair.' 'I suppose you're right.' She sighed, feigning reluctance in reaching for the zip at the side of her skirt. Very soon she stood before him totally naked, feeling proud that he wanted her like that but at the same time pleased that the darkness prevented him seeing too much detail. All of a sudden he reached for her, his hands around her bottom, pulling her closer and nuzzling his face into her pubes as if to savour her scent. Now in a strange way their positions were reversed and he knelt before her. She smiled in pleasure at the thought and tangled her hands into his hair, feeling his warm breath on the top of her thigh, contrasting sexily with the cool evening breeze, and his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom. 'Lie down.' He instructed her softly. She looked down at him in surprise at his quick recovery, but then did as he said, shuffling her back on the grass to make her self comfortable and then parted her legs in expectation of them making love. But that wasn't quite what he had in mind, he wasn't quite ready for that so soon and instead of lowering himself on top of her he positioned himself between her legs, pushed them back with his hands and lowered his face to her pussy. 'I like to repay favours.' He told her. If she was good at oral sex, he was better. His tongue probed her vagina, slid along the length of her slit and flicked at her clitoris, each action giving her a different pleasure, each sending a different thrill through her. Soon she found herself gripping her own ankles and pulling her legs as far back as her aging hips would go, freeing his hands for anything else he wanted to do to her. She could just about make out the smile he shot her in the darkness, and then he rested himself on his elbows and used his fingers to part her pussy lips, holding them wide open for his tongue. Now he could make longer sweeps along her cleft, running the tip of his tongue down from her clit, right along past her pussy and on to her perineum before making the return using the flat of his tongue instead, pausing only to explore and probe the entrance to her tunnel. She gasped with pleasure, her hips instinctively trying to push back at him, but in that position it wasn't possible and she had to just let it happen and surrender to his attentions. The whole thing seemed so very erotic. To have a man doing this in the open where the residual warmth in the ground, the softness of the grass on her naked skin, the coolness of the night air and the heat of his tongue roving along her pussy all combined to give her the thrill of her life, and its effects were not long in coming. Her orgasm hit her with very little warning, so that wave after wave of pure pleasure suddenly surged through her and made her moan out loud, not caring if anyone else heard her. She didn't even think until later that the two walkers might be within earshot. In fact all she was thinking about was trying to prevent her body from jerking and shuddering so much that his mouth lost contact with her pussy, but he quickly thrust his hands under her widespread thighs to grasp her hips and carried on licking at her until finally, eventually, the intensity diminished and her climax was over, leaving her washed-out and gasping for breath. She released her legs so that her feet fell back to land beside him and she slumped back onto the grass, happy but spent. But it was as if her climax had never happened, for he carried on licking at her, running his tongue along her pussy and lapping at her clit. 'God, wait a minute.' She gasped, her hand pushing weakly at the top of his head. She had loved what he had done, and yes she wanted it another time, but not straight away, she couldn't cope with it for a second time. But he hadn't read the same script; he just ignored her, gripped her hips even harder and pulled her onto his mouth. She had no choice, or so she told herself, and she had to let him carry on, gasping softly as his tongue induced little orgasmic aftershocks when it flicked at her over sensitised clit. Then he abruptly changed tactic, and instead of his mouth travelling the length of her slit he suddenly clamped it over her clit and sucked the little nubbin into his mouth, nipping it between his lip-covered teeth as he brushed it rapidly back and forth with the very tip of his tongue. She'd never had that done before and it felt wonderful, so good and so different, his teeth gripping her firmly through the padding of his lips, not hurting but tightly enough to be noticeable and enough to prevent it from slipping free as his tongue flicked at it. 'Oh my god!' She wasn't someone who invoked her deity as a matter of course, but this time the words just seemed to utter themselves, so intense were the sensations. She hooked her hands behind her knees once more and pulled herself wide open for him, giving herself to his teeth and tongue. Her first orgasm had hardly gone away; in fact she was on a kind of plateau of arousal, feeling the effects of the first merging flawlessly into the beginnings of another in a kind of rolling climax that just seemed to go on and on. It wasn't so much coming again as coming still. A twig or something was sticking into her back, but she didn't care, she just wanted his tongue to never stop. But the discomfort made her aware of her surroundings once more, and of her very unladylike position, legs rolled back and wide with a man's face buried between them in her sopping pussy. What, she wondered, would any passers-by think of her now? Not that she cared. She giggled quickly to herself, picturing them being caught and him raising his face from her pussy, glistening wet from her juices. Oh god, just the thought of that turned her on even more. 'I'm going to come.' She told him, feeling herself heading for a second peak. He nodded between her legs, not lifting his mouth from her pussy. 'I'm coming.' Once again she called out her pleasure, looking around wildly as she did so, half in fear that someone would hear her, and half in hope that they would. Nobody was there and she surrendered herself to her climax, letting it wash over her, through her, making her gasp with each wave and her body jerk and jolt just as hard as before. This time when it was over she felt totally shattered, she let her legs drop back to the ground and simply lay limp, gasping for breath, feeling her pussy throbbing, feeling the night air on the sheen of post coital sweat on her skin. This time when she pushed his face away she meant it, there was no way she could cope with his tongue any more. 'No more.' She told him. 'I can't take any more right now.' He looked up from between her legs. 'Nice though, wasn't it?' She couldn't dispute that, and she just smiled and nodded her agreement. 'Yes, but you've made my clit sore.' That was only sort of true. She could certainly feel where he had gripped it, but really it was an excuse to give herself a rest. In any case she reasoned to herself, his tongue must be aching by now. 'Sorry.' He said, speaking into her pubes and sounding only partly apologetic. 'Don't want to overdo things, now do we?' She looked down and smiled, letting her arms fall wide as an expression of her fatigue. He raised himself so that he was kneeling between her legs and gazing down at her naked body. She knew it must look pale and wan in the dark, but his did too. 'If that's how you look when you've had enough...' He let his voice trail off. 'Who says I've had enough?' She protested. 'I just said I need a break, and then...' She was staring meaningfully at his revitalised erection. He glanced down, following her gaze. 'Okay. Break over.' Before she could object her had moved forward and lowered himself on top of her, his hand reaching for his cock to guide it into her. 'Oh my god.' She said again, feeling his tip searching for her entrance. 'I'm not ready.' 'Ready or not, here I come.' He announced, finding his goal and sliding into her, knowing that her protest was bogus. 'You bastard,' She admonished him, but far from trying to rebuff him she parted her legs further in invitation, enjoying the feel of his cock sliding deeply into her very wet passage. 'You see.' He told her, easing his body forward over hers a little. 'You do want me after all. Don't you?' 'God, yes.' She agreed, wrapping her legs around his back and pulling him close. His mouth closed over hers and she could taste herself on him in a curiously erotic reminder of what he had just been doing. As they kissed her adjusted his position, getting himself ready, his cock pressing deeper into her as he prepared himself. Then he pulled back, gazed down at her through the darkness and very abruptly began to fuck her. There was no gentle lovemaking this time. It was as if he had been waiting for his cock to recover from her blowjob, wanting her but unable to take her, and now he could he fucked her hard, ramming himself deep into her as hard and fast as he could, grunting into her ear with effort. She held on to him, feeling that same anonymous something still digging into her back but more cruelly now. She didn't mind, it fitted the moment, the savageness of their coupling, and she also knew that passion was causing her to dig her nails into his shoulders in a kind of accidental retribution. It didn't last long, it couldn't last long. Very soon his breathing became harsh and erratic, telling her that he was close, but then so was she. She could feel another climax just waiting in the wings, getting stronger and getting closer, so that she knew that when she did come it would be amazing. They came almost at the same moment; he beating her to it by nothing more than a split second. Her own climax finally triggered by the feeling of his cock slamming into her and then twitching inside her, accompanied by a deep animalistic growl in her ear as his dam burst and he came, flooding her with his cum. She cried out and clung to him, her nails biting into his shoulders and her heels beating at his back. When it was over they lay together quietly on the grass, clinging to each other in silent awe, both stunned by the power of their own orgasms. She felt liberated by it all, she'd been able to express herself sexually again, do the things that she enjoyed without feeling guilty about betraying David. She'd even felt excited by getting caught by the couple walking past. What a turn on that had been, to stand facing them, her breasts on show and her lover's hand down her panties. She felt a weird kind of thrill at the thought. But then without warning she began a sudden search for her clothing, looking around and sweeping them together, passing his clothes to him as she pulled on her panties and hooked up her bra. 'You're not cold, are you?' He asked, puzzled by her sudden actions. 'No, but that couple haven't come back yet. I don't want them to catch us.' 'You didn't mind before.' 'That was before.' She explained. 'I was all hot and bothered then. I'd feel embarrassed if they caught us now.' He chuckled to himself, sitting naked on the grass and pulling his socks on. 'I can never understand women.' He complained with a smile. 'Nor can I.' She replied, more honestly than he believed. The Stranger on Cliff Lane When it was over she slipped away from his impaling fingers, sagging to her knees against the fence, completely overcome with her emotions. 'My god.' She whispered. 'What did you just do to me?' She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him as he stood over her. 'Thank you.' She told him. He had no way of knowing what a release his actions had been, nor what it had done for her self-esteem. She felt so indebted she would have done anything for him at that moment. 'Are you finished.' He asked, and she could hear disillusionment in his voice. 'Don't you want any more?' She shook her head and smiled, she knew what he meant and what he wanted, and she could understand his frustration, but he was wrong, she wanted the same and more. It had been so long and now she felt as if she had only just started. 'Give me a moment and then I want anything you want to give me.' She waited a few moments until her heart rate and breathing reached more manageable proportions and then climbed to her feet, unsteadily retaking her position in front of the fence. 'Do it to me.' She told him over her shoulder, sticking out her bottom towards him. 'I want it, everything.' She heard the clink of his belt buckle and the noise of his jeans being pushed down, and then he shuffled closer. She braced herself, wanting him, waiting for him. The tip of his cock touched the curve of her bottom and she gasped aloud with a thrill of anticipation, then it traced a path across her flesh and she could feel a trail of precum made cold on her flesh by the evening air, until it nudged at the lips of her pussy. She waited, her heart thumping loudly, wanting him inside her, her mind full of excitement and her limbs actually trembling slightly with expectation. She felt him push gently and her lips opened, letting him in. He'd not shown her his cock, but it felt big, stretching her open and sliding into her depths. He had no trouble penetrating her, she was still slippery from her orgasm, and still feeling somewhat spent too, and so she just held herself still and let him thrust into her. It was the first time she'd had a real cock in her since..., well for a long time, and it felt fantastic. All she wanted to do now was to feel him fucking her until he came inside her. It wasn't long, but then she didn't expect it to be. He soon began to grunt and gasp and his movements became more erratic, and then he just slammed himself against her, his cock actually finding the end of her tunnel, and held himself there, his cock twitching and jerking as he flooded her. She would like to have come again with him inside her, but she hadn't really expected it and nor was she disappointed. At least she'd been able to provide a man with the satisfaction she thought was past her. He slipped from her, leaving his come to trickle from her and cool on the skin of her thighs, and then shuffled around until he could lean back on the fence beside her. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of his jeans still around his ankles, his walking boots having prevented any easy removal. He obviously didn't care, he just stood there, leaning back and panting hard, his legs visibly shaking even in the near darkness. 'Wow!' He gasped. 'That was wonderful.' 'Wow yourself.' She giggled from the pleasure of his happiness. For a couple of minutes they stood quietly, just looking at each other in the gloom, then, as his breathing eased he reached out and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her so close that she could feel his damp penis pressed against her lower abdomen. It was something that should have felt gross, but in the context of the evening it was beautiful. He ran his hands up and down her back, his fingertips tracing her spine and then, quite unexpectedly, he leaned forward and kissed her. She almost pulled back automatically with surprise, but she managed to control her impulse and parted her lips to receive him, kissing him back just as passionately as he kissed her. It was her first sexually charged kiss for a long, long time and she made the most of it. 'Thank you.' She said when she finally managed to pull her bruised mouth free. 'No. Thank you.' He replied. 'I fancied you when I saw you in the village store earlier, didn't know you lived here then.' She hadn't noticed him, and felt kind of guilty. She'd notice him another time, that was for sure. She gave him a quick peck and a smile by way of appreciation. She'd remember the gentle sexy way his fingers were running up and down her spine if nothing else. 'Was it good?' He asked, sounding unexpectedly shy. 'You have no idea how good.' She giggled. 'You may not realise it, but you have just raised the dead. You've just taken a spent force and turned it back into a woman.' He chuckled and nodded, not understanding but knowing something had gone right. 'And I owe you for it.' She continued, making a sudden decision. 'What?' He sounded even more confused. 'You'll see.' She ducked out of his embrace and sank to her knees before him, her hands reaching out for his limp cock. Opening her mouth she leaned forward and took him between her lips, hearing his sigh as they came together. 'I'm not sure if you can get it to work.' He whispered down to her. She took him from her mouth and looked up at him. 'Maybe not, but we'll both enjoy trying.' Her husband, David, had sometimes needed coaxing into life after a stressful week at work, and though she said it herself, she used to be good at it. All she had to do know was remember how she did it, although, of course, she realised that what worked for one man may not work for any other. She would make the effort and, as she had said, she would enjoy trying. She closed her mouth over the end of his cock and began to work it with her tongue, sliding it around and along the soft shaft while sucking hard on it and taking it further in and out of her mouth. One hand she used to cup his balls, fondling and rolling them around inside his sac while the other hand went behind him, fingertips caressing his crack, never really entering it far but always seeming as though they might. He moaned softly and parted his legs as far as his lowered jeans would let him, his hands resting on her shoulders to steady himself. His movement allowed her to use a finger behind his balls, the nail scratching lightly at the back of his scrotum, then the fingertip reaching backwards until she was touching and stroking first his perineum and finally his anus. He groaned again, gripping tighter onto her shoulders, and his cock twitched just slightly in her mouth. Encouraged by her success she took her hand away and stroked his shaft with her fingertip, using it to transfer a little of her own saliva to her finger before returning it to his anus, probing at it gently, using the lubrication of her saliva to push just the first joint of her finger inside. 'Ooh, that's nice.' She smiled to herself at his words and continued with what she was doing. It was a combination that had worked in the past and seemed to be working now, because his cock began to twitch and swell in her mouth, unfurling and lengthening so that the little tassel of limp flesh filled out and hardened into an impressive shaft once more. Now she could suck him properly, her mouth sliding along his cock as she took as much as she could in her mouth, licked it and swirled her tongue around it, and then pulled back until it only the tip remained between her lips. 'Oh, you're good.' Her self confidence, almost non-existent when she had first spoken to him as the sun was setting, swelled even further with that compliment. She felt sure he had to be a man of experience and if he thought she was good, then she must be. She carried on, happy now in her belief that she was doing a good job. Soon his cock was rock hard in her mouth and she could feel the gentle throbbing of full arousal as his blood pulsed through it. God, it was big, not disproportionately so, but big enough for a sudden surge of lust to make her want it back inside her. She released him and looked up at his face, now a pale oval in the moonlight. 'Lie down.' She commanded, stepping back so that he could manoeuvre himself to lie flat on the grass between fence and lane. He guessed what she intended and his teeth flashed a smile in the dark as he moved into position and waited for her. She straddled him, guiding his cock towards her pussy as she lowered herself down until she could feel his tip at her entrance. Then she simply impaled herself on him, dropping down so that his cock slid up her, filling her entirely, both of them gasping from the intensity of the feelings. His cock felt cool as it went in from the night air playing around the saliva coated shaft, but that only added to the sensation. She sat on him wriggling her bottom for a few seconds as if to settle him inside her still cum-wet pussy, and then ground herself onto him, pressing her pussy down on his pubic nest, feeling the coarse hair rubbing on her tender parts, stimulating her clit and labia. She began to rise and fall on his shaft, and letting him fill her with his hardness, riding his entire length as she looked down at him, breathing deeply and smiling with enjoyment. For his part he just lay there, gazing up at her, enjoying having her rise him, smiling into the moonlight, his hands resting gently on her knees. It had been her intention that this should be for his enjoyment, a reward for both the immediate happiness he had given her and for the enhancement of her life, but she was getting too much out of it herself now. She began to speed up, lifting and lowering herself more forcefully, more rapidly, until she was bouncing herself down onto him as hard and fast as she could, unexpectedly aware of his eyes fastening on her breasts bouncing and jolting before her. She knew what she needed and bent forward, placing her hands on the grass either side of his shoulders and let them sway invitingly in front of him as her pussy rose and fell on his cock. He needed no further invitation, reaching up and grasping them, holding and fondling them, gently squeezing them as she moved above him. 'Mmmm. I love you doing that. 'Good, so do I.' His voice was thick with desire. He let his hands move down her breasts, taking hold of her nipples between finger and thumb and tweaking then gently. 'Slow down, you're going to make me come.' She cautioned him, gasping with delight. 'That's okay, so am I.' He held on to her nipples, resting his elbows on the ground so that they remained stationary and she tugged at them herself each time she thrust down on his cock. It was something guaranteed to work for her and in less than a minute she could feel the fire igniting deep in her pelvis as a second climax started to form, and this time their timing was immaculate, for at the same moment she was recognising the birth of her climax, so he felt the pressure build within his balls. 'I'm going to come.' She warned him. 'Do it then.' She couldn't have prevented it anyway, but his permission somehow helped make her orgasm greater. She slammed herself down repeatedly, each time gasping with delight as her climax got closer. Soon she was on the brink. 'I'm coming.' 'Me too.' She hadn't known that he was also close to coming again and the knowledge made her giggle with almost hysterical happiness, the noise sounding silly in the quiet of the night. He was beginning to instinctively thrust up against her, matching her movements and augmenting their effects, until finally, just as she crashed herself down onto his cock for one last time as her orgasm exploded through her, so he pushed himself as deep as he could and sprayed his first spurt of cum hard against her cervix. The result of their simultaneous orgasms was enhance and prolong each others joy, so that their pelvises collided and banged together time after time as each new wave and each new spurt was generated, and when it was finally over she simply collapsed on top of him, panting for breath and trembling with fatigue, resting her full weight on his heaving chest. He wrapped his arms around her and they stayed like that, lying together, their sweaty bodies cooling in the night air, until they could finally get enough breath to put words together. 'Christ, that was good.' He gasped out eventually. 'Yes.' She agreed, smiling down at him. 'Shall we meet again?' 'I hope so. While you're here on holiday at any rate.' 'I don't even know your name.' 'Nor I yours, and I don't want to know. I just want to remember you as the mystery man who gave me my body back.'