1 comments/ 42639 views/ 6 favorites A Hot Summer's Day By: andrewnin It had been a hot summer's day and I was home alone in my parent's house. I had just graduated high school and didn't have a care in the world that summer, as I knew that come late August I'd be leaving for my first year in college. Until then, I didn't have much to do but try to have as much fun as possible. The sun was out and I had been lazily walking around the house in my bathing suit, planning to eventually go swimming that afternoon. Unfortunately we didn't have a pool of our own. If I wanted to cool off my two choices were either the public pool about a mile away which was full of obnoxious kids running around, or our next door neighbors house who sometimes let me swim over there. The Patterson's pool was great, but you always had to ask permission first. Although they were always friendly, I felt as though I was bothering them every time. It had to be a pain to have the neighborhood kids always knocking on your door because you were the one with the pool. They just didn't want anyone in there unattended due to insurance issues and I had been warned not to sneak over there alone. They had a fenced in back yard with a large in-ground pool near sliding glass doors that led into their house. I wasn't even sure they'd be home during the day on a Wednesday but decided to walk over and check. Although Mr. Patterson worked a lot, Mrs. Patterson's schedule seemed to be all over the place. Come to think of it, I never knew what she did for a living. Our back yards were adjacent and my plan was just to snoop around for a second to see if it was worth bothering to knock. If I heard them over there, I'd invite myself over and say hello. As I turned the corner of their privacy fence I was surprised to find Mrs. Patterson sun bathing in a revealing black bikini, face down in a lounge chair pointed away from where I was standing. She appeared to be sleeping, which was just as well as I really wanted the chance to get a good look at her! Mrs. Patterson was a knockout. I had no idea how old she was but she might have been forty. Then again she could have been in her late twenties? She had an athletic body, blond hair, and a natural tan. She was the sort of suburban wife who took good care of herself and spent a lot of time and money to look classy and attractive. It worked. The Patterson's had a lot of money and she may have been a bit of a trophy. My eyes scanned over her body like it was the greatest landscape ever: from the soles of her flawless bare feet, up the backs of her tanned muscular legs, to her scantily covered firm ass, to her back...it all looked like heaven. If I had a camera I would have taken a picure. I had seen her in a bathing suit a few times before but never one quite this sexy and never without a bunch of other people around. I could almost imagine what that ass looked like without the suit hiding it. I found myself walking towards her to get a better view. I scanned the rear windows of her house to see if anyone else was around but she appeared to be alone. I hoped that if she heard me walk up to her I'd be able to act as if I was about to say hello but my breathing was becoming heavy already. She scared me for a second there as I walked up just a few feet away from her, she moved up on her elbows for a second as if she heard me and I instinctively jumped to her side in the other direction. But then did the unthinkable – she moved her arms behind her to undo her top and let the straps fall under her, then laid back down, facing away from me again, her body relaxing as if falling back to sleep. She definitely didn't see me behind her and my shadow was pointing the other direction. Now what though? If I said hello now, I'd be standing right over her! I just looked for a second. I knew I was being perverted, but I could help it, she was hands down the sexiest woman in the neighborhood! I wanted to touch her, better yet; I wanted to run my tongue down every inch of her hot body and my eyes followed the trail of where my tongue would go, given the chance. Even her arms and hands were sexy and flawless. I was in awe of her. Although that first good look probably only took ten or fifteen seconds, I suddenly realized that my erection was popping a very noticeable ten in the front of my suit. If she turned around now, my cock would be pointing right at her! I instinctively grabbed at it, which if anything made the situation worse. My dick came alive in my hand, the pressure of my grip around the shaft felt too good. I pulled it downward as if to hide it, but this just made me feel harder, it was if my dick was ready to scream out for relief. I quickly grabbed a second look to make sure she wasn't staring back at me – she wasn't. She appeared to be totally oblivious, which is when I noticed her ear bud headphones - she was listening to music! I took in a good view of her gorgeous back and perfect ass and imagined what it would be like to be on her, fucking her from behind, my dick disappearing between those ass cheeks that I wanted to take a bite out of so badly. The skin there to the sides of her bikini bottoms was flawless: tan, smooth, taunt. Then something really outrageous happened, I realized that I was jerking off to the sight before me and suddenly had to give up all pretense of hiding it. I pulled my dick out of my shorts and the cool breeze on that skin titillated my entire body. I was crazed with heat and needed release. One thing I didn't count on is how quickly I would come this time. At home in my bedroom it would sometimes seem to take forever for me to cum, even while looking at porn. But this was the first time I'd done it outside with my dick in the air, standing over a nearly naked woman, when I could get caught at any second. Within a minute of me first touching my dick, it was spurting big ropes of cum up into the air! ...And landing across the bare back of Mrs. Patterson! It was a huge wad and I felt as though I could keep cumming indefinitely, but I didn't have the chance to find out: as the cum landed across her ass, back, and even her hair, she jumped around to see what was landing on her and nearly made eye contact with me as I stood there in shock for a split second before stumbling back across the fifteen feet between her lounge chair and the fence. As I rounded the corner into the safety of our home, all I could think of was the look on her face as she turned around and caught sight of me standing there with my dick out! She looked as beautiful as ever with her hair pulled back and sunglasses and headphones on, but her mouth had been wide open in total shock. (I should have aimed there! Or had I, did any of my cum shoot on her after she had turned around?) I ran upstairs into my parent's bedroom and snuck a look out their blinds towards the Patterson house. I saw nothing. Mrs. Patterson was no longer outside anywhere. Where was she? Had she followed me over to my house to yell at me? Or worse, was she in her kitchen calling my mother right now? I snuck back downstairs to make sure I was alone, and then locked all of the doors to the house in a sweaty fit of paranoia. It was a long afternoon with me waiting for a knock on the door or a phone call that would seal my fate, but nothing happened. I had nothing in particular to do with the afternoon and was way too nervous to walk down to the public pool now. Had the last five minutes changed my life for the worse? After about an hour I did the only thing I could think of to pass the time: I jerked off in my room to the vision of me cumming all over Mrs. Patterson! I even went as far as to imagine that she liked it, that she wiped it up in her hands and licked her fingers clean with a big grin on her face. As much trouble as I knew I was about to be in, the thought of Mrs. Patterson having to clean my cum off her back, or swimsuit, or her hair – even is she DIDN'T like it – make me super hot. My mother was late getting home from work that day, which along with prolonging the agony made me worry even more. What was she doing? But then at five o'clock her car pulled into the driveway and I knew I was dead. Or was I? I watched her through my bedroom window and saw her getting bags of groceries out of the trunk. She had been grocery shopping! I still wasn't sure what she knew or didn't know so I didn't run down to help her, but then she called for me in her usual loud mother voice. "Come help me with the groceries!" I helped her putt the groceries away and she didn't seem to be in either a particularly good or bad mood although I could tell that she'd had a long day. She asked if I went swimming and I said yes and that was that. Weird. She didn't know! And then she told me casually that the Patterson's were coming over for dinner that evening and I almost crapped my pants. "Any particular reason?" I asked as innocently as I could muster. "No, your father and I invited them over a week ago, I almost forgot about. It's a good thing I didn't or I wouldn't have had time to run to the supermarket!" It was going to be an interesting night. A Hot Summers Day It was a sultry hot summers day. I locked the house behind me and climbed onto my bicycle, I knew just where I could go to cool down. I rode down the hill and out into the countryside. I could feel the cool air lift my short cotton skirt; my legs began to cool in the breeze. I took my legs off the pedals and freewheeled down the hill, allowing the air to circulate to the maximum. I could feel my skirt lift up behind me; anyone there would have seen my white cotton thong hugging my pert arse. I could see in the distance were I was heading, the riverside, somewhere to cool off. As I got to the bottom of the hill I could see the pathway off to the left. The gateway prevented me taking my bicycle any further; I dismounted and locked it up against the fence. Over the gate I climbed it wasn't far to the riverside, somewhere were I could paddle and cool down. Butterflies flew around me, it was such an angelic spot, such peace and tranquility, and the sun was glinting on the water inviting me to enter. I waited until I reached the safe shallow part of the river. I flicked off my sandals and tip toed into the water, it felt fantastic, the cold water trickling around my toes. My short skirt and sun top allowed me to splash the cold water over most of my body; it was so cold and refreshing. I was cool now and it was time to start the walk back to my bicycle. I hummed as I walked, enjoying the summer day. I didn't hear the steps behind me, I didn't realise there was anybody else there. An arm grabbed me, pulling on me hard. The other covered my mouth making it impossible for me to scream. I was pulled backwards into the long grass and thrown face down onto the ground. The body straddled me, pinning me down. A gag was forced into my mouth; now I knew I couldn't scream. A scarf was tied around my eyes; now I couldn't see. I felt a hand slip up inside my skirt it rubbed over my arse, a finger slipped underneath my thong and moved forward towards my pussy. The finger slowly slid along the outside of my cunt towards my clit and then back again towards the opening of my arse. I am rolled over so that I was face up, as I roll my sun top is pulled over my head, leaving my pert breasts uncovered. My skirt and thong are tugged down, I tried to fight but to no avail, there was no escape. A hand grabbed at my breast, and then I felt the teeth, firstly nibbling at my nipple and then with a bite. I gasp, but nothing can be heard. My nipples are throbbing, but this doesn't stop my attacker, they bite and suck and bite and suck. Then I feel the legs, they push mine apart and pin me further to the ground. A hand again reaches inside my thigh. Slowly at first and then with one thrust I feel a finger being pushed into my pussy. I gasp again. Then I feel another finger being pushed in, my pussy being manipulated allowing another finger to enter. It takes a while, it hurts like fuck, but then the whole hand disappears I am being fisted whilst I am pinned to the ground, back and forth I feel the hand being pumped. My pussy starts to get wet now, I feel like I am going to cum. My attacker withdraws their hand and I hear a zipper undo. My attacker moves my arms so that they are above my head; he holds them to the ground by my wrists. Climbing on top of me I feel a rock hard cock dig into my back. I then feel its head at the entrance to my pussy and with one huge thrust it is pushed inside me. The cock is thrust in and out of me, it is so big I can feel my pussy being stretched with each thrust and then all off a sudden its withdrawn. The attacker moves and |I feel his cock at the entrance of my arse. He rubs the tip of his cock their for a few seconds and then with all their weight behind them they try and push their cock into my tight arse. I thrash around, no one has ever had their cock in my arse, and I don't want this to happen. They try again; pushing with all their might, but my arse will not give in. They move from being on top of me, leaving me still face down. I feel a rush of wind and then hear the crack of a hand as it hits my arse. I am being spanked, what for? Not being able to take his cock? After ten of the best I am ordered to my knees, one hand is holding my head and the other restraining my hands. The gap is removed from my mouth. Before I have time to scream, the hard cock is trust into my mouth. Holding my head in place they trust hard in and out of my mouth. I gag on the cock, but the trusts keep coming. The cock is pushed further and further down my throat. I hear a sharp intake of breath and then hot cum fires into my mouth, I feel it dripping down my throat. The trusting continues until there isn't a drop of cum left. The cock is removed from my mouth and I feel a tablet being pushed into my mouth, down my throat, the gag is retied into place and I am thrown on to the ground. When I wake up it is dark around me, I untie the gag and the blindfold. My clothes are next to me. I get dressed. I then notice the note. "I loved acting out your fantasy, maybe next time we can act out mine. xxx" A Hot Summer's Day Ch. 02 I was a nervous wreck that evening. I had snuck over to the neighbors yard that afternoon as Mrs. Patterson was sunbathing and jerked off over her and was caught "red handed" as I came all over her body and now both her and her husband were coming over for dinner with my parents! This wasn't a situation that you could plan for. Would Mrs. Patterson bring the incident up over dinner? Did her husband already know? If my parents found out about this they would be livid! Their son sneaks up on the neighbors and cums on them from behind! I couldn't imagine what the ramifications of that would even be but certainly nothing would be the same with my parents ever again if they found out... What was worse was that my mother was adamant about me coming to dinner. I missed meals with my parents a lot between after school jobs or hanging out with friends but I was around when she got home from work and she asked me to stay home. Perhaps it was because it was my last summer home before I'd be leaving for college. She talked about me moving into the dorms as if it was the end of this era of our lives. She always was one of those mothers who took 'family' so seriously. That just worked to make all of this so much worse. Although I knew I'd be eating dinner with everyone, I was sure to make myself scarce until called upon. When I was eventually called down by my father for dinner, everyone else was already seated. I was relieved to see that I was neither next to nor directly across from Mrs. Patterson, we were sort of cattycornered so that we wouldn't have to interact as much. Of course, this left me sitting in front of her husband. Mr. Patterson was a serious businessman who owned a lot of property around town and had a lot of people working for him. He was away from the house a lot and while he was always friendly towards me, you got the feeling that he was a no bullshit sort of guy who wasn't to be messed with. I had certainly "messed" with something of his though, his wife! Fortunately, nothing much transpired during that evening. Mrs. Patterson seemed to ignore my presence entirely. During dinner she talked about a friend of hers whose husband was caught cheating and went on a rant about how horrible she thought it was that a man would jeopardize his marriage over infidelities. I think we all noticed how quite and annoyed her husband became during this. He seemed to want her to shut up, which wasn't his typical demeanor. Around my parents he was always outspoken and jovial. After dinner I was forced to help clear the table and clean up, but then I thought up a place to be and excused myself, feeling the biggest rush of relief in my life up to that point. It looked like life was going to go on. My mother always made me say goodbye before rushing out and that night was no exception. When I stopped to waive "goodbye" Mrs. Patterson looked me right in the eye, sending chills down my spine. The next day however, things started to heat up again. It was another scorching hot day with me home alone with nothing much to do. I decided early that I was definitely going swimming and that I my destination would be public pool. One thing stopped me though; Mrs. Patterson was sunbathing outside again! Although I could just see her from an angle at our back patio door, the fence was keeping me from getting much of a view without sneaking up on her again and that was out of the question. I decided to sneak up to my parent's bedroom and see what she was up to through the second story window. I was perplexed to find that she seemed to have moved her lounge chair a bit closer to the spot in the yard where I could see her the best from our property. In hindsight I'm certain she wanted to be seen that day. She was on her back this time in a blue floral swimsuit. I guessed her black bikini was in the wash! This thought made me chuckle. She was also facing towards our house! She was wearing her dark sunglasses and ear bud headphones again and appeared to sleeping as she was yesterday. Suddenly I forgot about going swimming again. I thought very briefly about how I'd just jacked off to her twice yesterday and the first incident was so up close that I nearly got my ass in trouble. But a hard dick has no conscience and my thoughts for Mrs. Patterson had become obsession. The host of women in the world that I wanted desperately to fuck seemed to have disappeared, there was only her. I looked upon that perfect, tan skin that was oiled up from her sun bathing lotion, eyed those athletic legs, that fabric covered pelvic mound, that flat stomach, those mid sized, perky breasts, and her gorgeous face and there was only one thing I could think to do: run back to my room and tear it apart looking for the cheap pair of bird watching binoculars I had had since I was a kid in scouts. I found them under my bed, then located some moisturizer in my parent's bathroom and returned to my station at the window. I unceremoniously pulled down my swim trunks and started rubbing my hard dick in earnest. With the binoculars I could look at her almost as if I was as close to her as I had been yesterday without fear of getting caught. It was a bit awkward though, having to hold them up while hiding behind the blinds and rubbing my dick all at the same time. I didn't just want to think about her awesome body though; I wanted to be able to STUDY it. She was a goddess for sure. She may have only been about 5'5" with a medium build and tits that were on the small side, but there were no imperfections there. She must have worked out and dieted constantly. Back then I had no idea how old anyone was if they were beyond 21, but she looked to me like a 40 year old that could have passed for 25. I'm sure she was in there somewhere. I jerked my dick hard and long, making up for the rush job of the previous day. I took my time studying every inch of her body and thought about what I would do if she were mine to fuck. I wanted every part of her in my mouth and then I wanted my dick on and in every part that I had licked. I imagined her sucking my dick, holding her tits to let my titty fuck her, spreading her legs so I could eat that sweet pussy, the feel of her body under me as I fucked her hard as she moaned and wrapped those long legs around my waist...I wanted her to call out my name. I was busy staring at her crotch through the binoculars and wondering what her pussy would look like bare (they all looked so different and hers had to be a jewel) and I almost jumped as if I was caught when I saw her move. She sat up, looked around and then put her arms around her to undo the knot at the back of her bikini top. Then she leaned back again and grinned a bit as she removed her top! Suddenly I was confronted with the sight of her gorgeous tits! I pointed the binoculars right at them and saw that they were perfect little globes of flesh with pink areolas about the size of half dollars with nipples that looked like they were hard. Mrs. Patterson let out a content sigh and relaxed as though having her top off made her a thousand times more comfortable somehow. In my mind I licked and sucked those tits in every way possible and resumed jerking-off with fervor. My dick felt like it was bigger and harder than it had ever been and within minutes I was cumming hard against the window payne. In my excitement, I had dropped the binoculars and just concentrated on the pushing the last spurts of cum out of my dick, but as my orgasm subsided and I came back to my senses, a curious thing happened...Mrs. Patterson suddenly put her top back on, tying it in the back again, and got up as if she was done sun bathing for the day. She didn't come back out. Had she seen me? The timing was uncanny. To my knowledge she hadn't ever taken her top off before either. This sent chills down my spine again. I did go swimming that day and had a great time, armed with the knowledge, however wishful on my part, that Mrs. Patterson had decided she liked me jerking off to her and was giving me additional chances to do it. The next day was a Saturday and my parents had me running around doing errands with them and I didn't see either of the Patterson's all that weekend. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I would be seeing her in her usual sun bathing spot on Monday though. Monday came and no luck. If she was home she didn't step outside once. I skipped out on any plans I might have made and was sure to check her yard every half hour or so. Nothing. The next day it rained so I knew she wouldn't be out lounging in her swimsuit. By the end of the week I had given up all hope of a repeat performance. That Friday my parents hung out with the Patterson's but instead of their usual double date, my dad went out with Mr. Patterson while my mother went over to her house so "they could talk." With my paranoia running deep, I did wonder what it was they had to talk about, but nothing ever seemed to come of it. My mother certainly never became aware of our "backyard adventures". The following Monday morning I was settling back into my routine at the house alone when the phone rang. I checked the caller I.D. and saw that it was the Patterson's home phone calling us. I figured it wasn't for me and decided to let the answering machine pick up. No message was left. Then a few second later it started ringing again from the same number. Again, no message. Instantly it started ringing a third time. Why was someone intent on calling here? Both Mr. and Mrs. Patterson knew full well that my parents would be at work during the day. Why not just leave a message if it was so important? I decided to pick it up and see what was going on. I had spoken to Mrs. Patterson tons of times when she called before, it felt sort of natural, considering. "Hello, John?" "Um, yes?" I said awkwardly, not knowing what I'd gotten myself into. "I was just checking to see if you were over there," she said matter-of-factly, "I was just about to get into the hot tub and wondered if you might want to come over?" What? Hot tub? Come over? "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I can come over. S-sure." I said, my knees feeling week. I hung up the phone without thinking to say goodbye. My mind was reeling. I sat down. I took a deep breath and snapped out of it. I doubt I had a thought in my head at that point: if Mrs. Patterson wanted me next door while she was getting in the hut tub, my legs were running me over there! I had my swimming trunks on in about a minute and walked right over. Mrs. Patterson came out of her back door in a white robe that covered everything from her neck to her calves. She was carrying two full glasses of red wine and handed one to me. She seemed happy to see me yet in a bad mood. I took a sip of the wine while eyeing her over. Although I had drunk before, this was the first time an adult had handed me an alcoholic beverage. She was as beautiful as ever, with her sunglasses on and her hair pulled back like she usually did when laying out or swimming. She had well manicured hands and I perfectly pet cured toes. I had never thought about feet before but every part of Mrs. Patterson was so sexy that I fetishized it all. "Go ahead and get in," she commanded. I turned around and got into the hot tub. She must have waited until I stopped looking at her to disrobe as a moment later she was under the water across from me with just her shoulders showing out of the water. She reached over the side for her glass of wine and I saw she was wearing the fabled black bikini of my dreams. She took a long sip and didn't seem worried about saying too much. I could tell that she was getting a bit tipsy and it was only about 10am! I had never known her to drink during the day alone. "So how have you been?" she asked. "Uh, fine." I replied, silently yelling at myself for not be more of a conversationalist. "That's good." She drank some more and seemed to look away for a moment. I decided to try talking. I told her it was a beautiful day out and talked about how it was now August so I would be heading off to college in a few weeks. I kept talking nervously, not sure what all to say. She just listened and smiled at the right points. Suddenly I felt her foot slide up my thigh and stop just under the leg of my swim trunks. "Just checking" she joked, "wasn't sure if you had decided to go commando" The feeling of her foot against my bare leg was a major turn on; and I had no reply right away. "You never know when someone going to be naked" she reiterated before sliding her foot up past my suit, across my stomach and sort of resting it on my chest as she leaned back in the water. I instinctively put my hand up on her shin, which was now near the top of the water. The familiarity was really turning me on and my whole body tingled. I wanted to jump on her but her foot seemed to be keeping me back. I casually rubbed her leg up and down from her ankle to her knee before she sat back upright retracting her leg again. On it's way back to her side of the hot tub her foot ran across my crotch and when it hit my straining erection, a big grin crept across her face. She took another sip of wine and then announced that she wanted to get out and go sun bathing. Was that it? She found out that I had an erection and now we were suddenly done? Why had she invited me over here? Did sunbathing involve me? There were two lounge chairs set up, but I wasn't certain what I was expected to do. When she got out, I tucked my erection into the band of my trunks hoping to keep it from being too obvious and followed after her. At least my dick was bobbing out in front of me. This was the first time that day I saw her bikini and my dick just about jumped out the top! She sat on the far chair, and not knowing what else to do, I sat down on the one closest to me. "I never like to put on lotion until I'm done in the water" she explained reaching for a tube of tanning oil. "Could you rub some on my back?" Yes! I all but jumped out of the chair, causing her to giggle. "Hold on" she said smiling. She reclined the back of the chair and positioned herself on her stomach. I sat down next to her with my feet to one side and poured some oil out onto my hand before rubbing it into her back. I was so excited that I couldn't think. Here I was rubbing tanning oil into Mrs. Patterson's back! I wanted to take a photo mental of that moment so it could last forever. She relaxed and laid flat with her face off to the side facing away from me. I smoothed the oil out from the small over her back up towards the strap of the bikini top and over to the sides of her ribcage, enjoying every feel I was allowed. "Get my shoulders," she commanded. I squirted more oil into my hands and reached for her shoulders. The arm of the chair was in my way and to really reach for them I got up beside her on one knee and rubbed from her neck across both shoulders and did her upper arms before making my way back to neck again. I had covered the whole area and was basically giving her a back rub at this point, which she seemed to be enjoying. She let out a small sigh but said nothing else. I took this to mean I should keep going and after a minute stood up to straddle the chair so I could really get to her shoulders. After another minute or so I sort of slinked back down, so that I was sitting right over her ass. She started to move and I was afraid I'd gone too far so she was kicking be off, but instead she reached behind her and undid her bikini top and let it fall to the sides. I was smiling so hard it hurt my cheeks! I squirted out another drop of oil and rubbed it into where the strap had been. She had a slight tan line there, but not much. I rubbed all over her back again without the strap in my way and pushed my luck some by moving my hands down her sides several times, trying to get a feel for the sides of her tits. I could just get to where they swelled out to the sides but with her lying flat like she was I couldn't cup anything. Meanwhile my hard dick was grinding more and more into her ass. When I reached upward to get to her shoulders again, it was if I was fucking her from behind through our swimsuits! I was tempted to give up all pretense of a backrub and just lay down on her to grind into that beautiful ass. "Don't let my legs burn" she said sounding strict, but I could see a sexy smile on her lips. I rubbed her legs with gusto, squeezing her thighs and relishing the feel of her calves in my hands. I studied every inch of her like I had dreamed of doing just a week earlier. I rubbed her heels and ran a hand across her feet which made her jump, and then made my way back up again towards her ass, rubbing as much as I could inward between her thighs. When I got to the top I decided not to stop and rubbed the oil on the sides of her ass that were exposed. How I wanted to slip my hand below the fabric! But I decided against it. I didn't want to ruin a good thing. She seemed to sense that I was done and turned around. "You can do the front quick" I noticed she wasn't asking if I would, obviously she could have done the front of her body herself. Hell, she could have done her legs herself! She said, "you can" knowing full well that she was doing me the favor. I ran my hands up her body from her feet, up to her hips where her bikini bottom stretched across them. I liked the feel of her hipbones under my fingers and the curve of her thigh. I ran a hand down and over getting as close to her pussy as I could. I could see her 'camel toe' and imagined again what her pussy must look like. The tips of my fingers were just touching the fabric along the sides of the triangle there. "I've never seen such a big smile on your face John" She said picking on me. She still seemed distant behind her dark shades but she was obviously enjoying my discomfort. There was no hiding my hard dick either; it was practically touching her knee. Her bikini top was hanging loose from her shoulders as it was still untied in the back. It was exciting to think that it could come off, but with it being loose I was seeing less of her breasts than I would were it tight. That is until she slipped it off! I just sat there in shock. Probably only a second passed but that moment seems to be frozen in my mind as an eternity. Suddenly I was a foot away from Mrs. Patterson's bare tits! "I used to like to sun bath topless but I don't want the whole world to see. There are so many second story windows around here you never know who's looking, you know?" "Uh yeah" I grunted scanned around quickly as if not being sure what windows she might be talking about. Then I returned to feasting on the sight of her tits again. Her nipples were definitely hard and pointed straight up from her round breasts. She grabbed the tube of oil and squirted some out into her own hand so she could rub a little lotion on her tits. The sight was so erotic that I didn't even think to be disappointed that she didn't squirt the oil into my hands. God, I wanted those tits. I would have licked all of that coconut oil right back off again. It was obscene the way her hands were erotically squeezing her breasts and making them shiny. She tweaked both her nipples a bit to make sure they were coated as well. My hands weren't idle for long and I reached down and gave my hard cock a good squeeze. I didn't even think about it, it HAD to be done. She looked at me and laughed. "If I shouldn't be sun bathing topless out here, you definitely don't want the neighbors to see you doing that!" I was too busy wondering if I couldn't at least rub some oil into her belly (the one place neither of us had touched so far) when she grabbed her top and tied it back on behind her back. I guessed that now that they were protected, breast time was over. Not that they needed lotion under that bikini, but fuck logic, right? A Hot Summer's Day Ch. 02 She also got up and put on her robe and tied it in front of her. She picked up her empty wine glass said, "I need to refill my glass. Let's go inside" On the way in we both passed the almost full glass of wine I had discarded next to the hot tub. She went in first, otherwise I would have gladly offered her my own glass! I wanted that bikini back off! Why get up now that you have lotion on anyway? We went into their kitchen where she got an opened bottle of wine out of the fridge and filled her glass back up. She then ushered me into the living room where she took her robe off again. "I don't want that oil getting all over the couch" she said as she spread her robe over it like a blanket and sat down on the middle of the sofa. She took a sip of her wine, seemed to think about something for a second and looked up at me where I was standing in front of her awkwardly wondering what to do. "Let me see your penis" she said, not looking particularly happy. I wasn't shy about my body. I could have spent the whole summer in just my swim trunks, never putting on a shirt. I was also pretty proud of my cock. It was a little over seven inches long and thick enough to look big, especially when it was hard. And it was really hard right now. But I wasn't used to being told to take it out for inspection. Of course I had taken it out a few times around her already, but only when I didn't think she was looking! I took a deep breath and flipped the front of my shorts down under my balls so my erect cock sprang out. It was so hard it bounced in the air for a second like a diving board being jumped off of. Mrs. Patterson chuckled but then looked at it intently for a moment. She reached out and grabbed my trunks and pulled them down from the waist so they were hanging at mid thigh, as if I had done it all wrong, just letting my cock hang out like I would if I was going to piss like I did. She took another sip of her wine and looked up at me and smiled. It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. As I looked down my cock was hanging just above her and there she was under it smiling back at me, looking up. "Don't get your cum on the upholstery" she said as if telling me not to get my dirty shoes on her carpet. With that she laid down flat on her stomach again as if ready sun bath some more. Never mind that this was her living room. She stretched her arms out ahead of her and let her feet hang off the sofa cushion like a cat preparing to take a nap. I stood there above her with my hard dick out and my swim trunks around my thighs where she had left them and started to do the only thing that that I could think of. I stood over Mrs. Patterson and I started jerking off. Again. This time was every bit as exciting as before. Hell, we were in her living room and she had given me permission. She had even pulled my shorts farther down for me! I jerked my cock from top to bottom, squeezing the sensitive tip while using my other hand to rub my balls. Mrs. Patterson didn't move, she just seemed to be waiting. I figured I might as well go for it and reached down and started caressing her. I was finally getting to both touch her and me at the same time. While rubbing my dick with one hand I reached under her bikini bottom with the other and groped on her round ass cheek. I reveled in massaging first one then the other. I leaned over the couch and pointed my dick down over her so that the head rubbed under her bikini against her bare ass cheek like my hand had. I thought all about the stuff I wanted to do to her and before I knew it I was ready to cum. I thought about stopping to hold off for a while but was quickly reaching the point of no return. She had said not to get any cum on the upholstery but looking around I didn't have any place to put it! I aimed my dick right at her but was standing at a 90 angle so I got up on the couch behind her with my one knee bent down between hers and started to cum hard. I moaned out loudly and as the first drop of cum flew Mrs. Patterson came back alive and twisted around at the waist to face me. The second spurt landed on her bikini-clad tits. The third landed across her body with the top hitting her cheek. The last few squirts weren't quite as hard and landed on her stomach, creating a pool of cum around her belly. As my orgasm ended and leaned back on the arm of the sofa freeing her legs from where they were entangled with mine so she could set up. She grinned wickedly and pointed right at the spot on her cheek where the big gob of cum of starting to ooze down towards her jaw line as if she was as proud of my accomplishment as I was. I wished I'd gotten more on her face. I wanted to see it spattered across her nose. Perhaps she did too. With that she got up and went to clean herself off. A few minutes later she returned to put get her robe from the couch. My dick had gone soft and I'd pulled my shorts back up. Mrs. Patterson stated that she had some errands to run and that I'd better get home. She seemed oddly annoyed like she did that all for my benefit but now it was a chore she wanted behind her for good. A few weeks later I went off to school for the semester. I thought about her a lot before returning home for thanksgiving weekend but I also had quite a few new adventures while at school. I felt like I was returning as the experienced man ready to conquer. When I got home though, the first thing I noticed was new cars in the Patterson driveway. My parents explained to me that they were getting a divorce and had sold the house. Apparently my rendezvous with Mrs. Patterson was caused by some affair that her husband had which ended their marriage. It started to make sense to me why she didn't let me go farther than she did: she wanted to be naughty and toy with me but she was afraid to stoop to the level of her husband. She didn't want to be the cheater. She may have been mad at him, but she couldn't let herself become him. Years later it would also occur to me that she wanted to feel sexy and wanted. That her husband's infidelity made her question her self worth and my worship of her must have been some consolation. I wouldn't see Mrs. Patterson again until she surprised me four years later by showing up to my graduation party. My mother had her address and invited her over!