2 comments/ 13255 views/ 3 favorites A Stranger in the Sun By: lars_sunshine I have been sitting on the bench for several minutes, catching my breath after the run up here, looking at the scenery, lost in my own thoughts, when I suddenly hear the rustling sound of steps behind me. I turn around and see a woman walking towards me. "Hey there," she says and smiles at me. "Hey," I reply, hesitating a little, somewhat annoyed that the silence is over. She reaches me at the bench and stops almost right in front of me. I turn myself back straight and look up at her, shading for the sun with my left hand. She is not that tall, and have dark hair tied into a pony tail. She is wearing shorts, a skimpy t-shirt and sandals. Her tits are small; it seems like she isn't wearing a bra. She is tanned, or maybe just with a dark complexion. She flashes me a friendly smile. "Sorry for interrupting you," she says. "But would it be okay if I sat down here on the bench with you for a while?" "Sure, feel free!" I say and move myself a couple of inches closer to the edge of the bench to leave her more room. "I will be running shortly anyways." "Don't hurry for my sake," she says while she pulls her t-shirt over her head and toss it on the grass. I look up at her in surprise. She is really not wearing a bra! Her breasts are so small that they stay in place without support. Her dark brown nipples are large and pointy. Then she sheds her sandals, unbuttons all the buttons in her shorts, tug the shorts down over her hips and toss them on the ground right next to her t-shirt. She is not wearing panties either! She has black hair covering her pussy and I realize that she hasn't any visible tan lines. I am sitting there completely stunned saying nothing while she sits down beside me as if her actions was nothing out of the ordinary. "It's really a fantastic view from up here," she says. "You can easily see the mainland behind that small group of islands." "Yeah..." I say, struggling to come up with something sensible to say. "Especially on a sunny day like today," I add without much imagination. "I often go up here to work on my tan," she says and points: "I live in one of the houses down there. And you are out for run, you say?" "Yeah, I live on the other side of the woods. Running up here is one of my favorite routes." I look at her shyly. She is beautiful, not just because of being naked. Her body is in good shape, curvy. "Does it bother you that I am naked?" she asks with a questioning look. "No, no... not at all!" I say, getting flustered that nakedness is no longer just a curious state of hers, but also something we are talking about. "On the contrary, I should say!" "I am always naked when I am sitting here, tanning," she says seemingly not noticing my shyness. "Then I feel like I am a woman from the stone age, taking a break from all the duties of the settlement, stealing myself a bit of quality time up here on my own." She spreads her legs a little and nudges the curls around her pussy, so the labia are now in full sunlight. "What about you?" she asks and looks at me with her hand still in her lap. "Are you always basking in the sun wearing clothes?" "Well... I actually do like to be naked in the sun," I say, trying in vain to take my eyes off her fingers lingering so close to her naked cunt. My cock has grown thick and long and is placed uncomfortably in my tight running shorts. I wonder how I should adjust my cock without being obvious about the cause of my actions. "Sometimes I will sit for an hour or so at the nudist beach up north," I admit. "Ah, yes," she replies. "I know that place. But it's always so crowded." "Yeah, that's right, especially during the summer," I say. "Then it's better up here." "You can drop your clothes if you like, you know, to keep me company," she says with a tiny laugh. "It feels better when there is a balance, don't you think?" While I hesitate, she starts rubbing a finger up and down along the length of her outer labia. After a few strokes her labia parts and I can see the moisture on her pink inner labia glisten in the sun light. "You must surely have got an erection by now, haven't you?" she says, sighing slightly while she presses her índex finger against her cunt. "It's okay with me if you get naked even though your cock is hard, you know. See, I have become aroused myself." I am at a loss for words. But it seems even more ridiculous to keep my clothes on when she so thoroughly have figured out the state I am in. So before getting second thoughts, I hurry into a standing position and tugs my running shorts down. They get stuck on my shoes, so I sit back down on the bench and struggles to untie the laces. Finally I manage to kick off shoes, socks and shorts. "So," I proclaim while resting against the back rest on the bench. "Now the balance have been reestablished." "Great," she says. "Nice cock of yours." I blush and don't know what to say. She is still stroking her cunt lips cautiously with her fingers. My cock twitches until it has grown fully hard, rising straight up towards my navel. The hairs around my cock is sweaty and I straighten them out with my fingers so they don't stick to my cock. "You look good, too", I manage to reply. "Mmm..." she says with a long sigh. "I am getting really horny..." She puts her other hand on her tits. She squeezes them both and fondles the hard nibbles with her fingers. Then she moves her hand back down between her legs, spreading her cunt lips, and starts stroking her wet clitoris with a finger. "I love masturbating here in the sun," she says. "You should try that, too! It seems like you need to..." I still hesitate. I am not yet feeling brave enough to touch my cock. And I really can't free my eyes from looking at the sexy scene unfolding just a few feet from me. She looks absolutely irresistibly wonderful, sitting there naked in the sun with her legs spread, pleasuring herself. Finally the throbbing sensation in my groin removes any inhibitions I might have had left. I grab my balls with one hand and wraps my other hand around my hard cock and start doing fast strokes up and down along the length of my cock. Hearing me moan, she turns her head and looks at me and sends me an encouraging smile. "Oh, yeah... It feels so good in my cunt when I rub it like this," she says. "I want to come..." We sit there together for a while, she stroking her cunt and me stroking my cock, watching each other intently. Once in a while she presses one or two fingers inside her cunt fucking herself with them. I vary my strokes by sometimes rubbing the underside of the head of my cock directly between my fingers. "You know what would be even better?" she suddenly asks. "Coming at the same time?" I reply tentatively, having just fantasized about doing exactly that. "Yes... while you fuck me!" she says and smiles mischievously; the first sign that she also finds the situation a bit out of the ordinary. "Oh, yeah..." I say, moaning, and almost loosing it immediately at the thought of feeling her delicious cunt around my cock. "I want that!" Before I even manage to react myself, she stands up, moves over and positions herself over my lap, facing me, with her knees resting on the bench on each side of me. She puts some saliva on her fingers and smears it over my cock. I startle as I feel her fingers touching my cock. Then she takes hold of my cock and directs it towards her cunt while she lowers herself down over me. I feel her cunt lips against the tip of my cock and then the entire head of my cock is engulfed by the warmth of her cunt. She withdraw a bit and then lowers herself again, this time bringing almost the entire length of my cock deep inside her body. "Kiss me!" she says. I look up and see the lust in her eyes. She brings her face closer and then I feel her lips against mine. We open our lips and let the tip of our tongues play with each other, while moaning heavily. I put my hands against her tits and squeeze them. She puts her arms around the back of my neck. Then she starts moving up and down in a steady rhythm. I can feel how she manage to rub her clitoris against me every time she lowers herself against me. I squeeze her nibbles between my fingers and she is moaning even louder while we are still kissing heavily. Her cunt around my cock feels absolutely fantastic and I can feel my orgasm getting closer fast. But then she comes first. "Yes...! YES...! AAAHHH!!! Fuck me, yes!!" she cries out. I can feel her cunt tightening around my cock triggering my own orgasm. My cock expands within her tight cunt and I cry out myself, feeling the first gush of hot sperm rushing out into her cunt making it totally slippery and awesome. Our orgasms fade out in unison while we kiss and hug. Finally she collapses against me resting her head on my shoulder. "You sure knows how to fuck a woman," she says after a while. "Just what I needed." My cock is shrinking within her cunt and she stands up so it slides out of her, hanging sticky between my legs. She sits down besides me, spreads her legs and runs her finger around in the gobs of sperm trickling from her cunt. We sit like this for a while. I can't get my eyes off the beautiful sexy woman that has just fucked me thoroughly. "I am looking forward to tell my husband what a great fuck I got from you," she suddenly says. "Your husband!!" I burst out, frighteningly and suddenly remembering my own wife. "Yeah," she continues calmly unaffected by my surprise. "He's back from his business trip today. I have been totally horny from not being fucked for an entire week. Apparently I couldn't wait any longer. Too bad for him. But good for us! And I am sure I will want to fuck some more tonight..." "But, what..." I ask, more and more confused. "Isn't he getting jealous?" "Oh, yes, a little," she replies while she takes some of my sperm from her cunt and rub it into her belly and her tits. "But he fucks me even better when he is a little jealous, so I don't mind." "But what about you," she asks. "Do you have a wife or a girlfriend?" "I have a wife," I say. "But I really don't know if I should say anything to her about this." "Of course you should," she replies. "Otherwise you are being unfaithful." "I've just been unfaithful already," I say, ill at ease. "Nonsense! Sex doesn't make you unfaithful," she says. "Sex is just playing. You are not unfaithful unless you start having secrets or even worse: lie to her." "But what do you suggest I tell her, then?" I ask her. She stands and puts on her shorts and sandals. Then she grabs her t-shirt with her hand, bend over me and kiss me quickly on the lips. "Tell her that you met a lovely lady who fucked you in the sunshine," she says laughing happily as she still half naked walks up over the meadow and disappears behind the hill top. A Stranger in the Supermarket He had always dreaded the times his wife forced him to tagalong to the weekly Walmart trips. He sat, overly relaxed, on the hard bench outside of McDonald's perfectly situated at the front of the store near the cashiers. The only redeeming part of coming with her was sitting here, where he could let his eyes roam across the many girls checking out. His eyes rose and fell as women walked by, washing up over from perfectly manicured feet and the gentle curve of thighs that disappeared under skirts. His wife, aging but attractive, stood several feet away locked in dispute with a cashier over a receipt. He sighed, focusing his attention elsewhere. A flash of color pulled his attention down. A pair of bright orange flip flops carried in a striking image of a young girl's legs, her creamy flawless muscle definition carrying his glance all the way up to her tight red short shorts. He followed the orange flip flops and the incredible view that the legs attached afforded him, willing himself to concentrate. Groups of people pushed their way past him, carrying their belongings to the outside as he tried to tune out the incessant beeping of the checkout stands. He remained focused on the incredibly fit girl, catching flashes of her legs and bright orange sandals through the crowd. When the crowd passed, she was already walking away. Texting and oblivious, he took in her long brown hair brushing and swaying atop the waistband of her shorts, tickling the peep of lower back that was exposed. He felt himself grow uncomfortably stiff in his jeans as he watched hungrily, hoping to be rewarded with a peek of her underwear as the fabric of her shorts shifted with each step. Suddenly, something white fluttered out of the girl's hand -- her receipt fell slowly to the ground, landing among the swirling mass of customers pushing to exit. She swept her hair to the side and turned to descend, teasing him now with a delicious flash of hip bone peeking out over the red shorts. She began to bend down, tan calves and a rounded ass commanding his vision as his jeans constricted him painfully. Mesermized, he looked on as the act of bending over caused her shorts to fall slightly, knowing her underwear was just about to peek over... "Honey?" an irritated voice demanded. He turned sharply to see his wife standing, her face full of accusation. She had seen him... he'd been caught. He felt his face start to get hot as he tried to spin an angle. He recognized her from the neighborhood? She was the daughter of a friend of his? Nothing made sense. "Honey, are you paying attention? I told you that I need to speak with a manager. Can you wait here while I go to customer service?" she asked, as he nodded slowly. Had she not seen? He smiled warmly and understandingly. The harsh fluorescent light did not flatter her, and he was eager to look away. "Take your time, sweetheart. I appreciate you figuring all of this out. I'll be right here." She smiled and walked away toward customer service, giving him chance to exhale sharply and revel in his luck. Now, he thought, where was I? More importantly, where is she? He turned to look for those tight red shorts, the long brown hair, and those ridiculous orange flip flops. His eyes searched the crowd madly, resting after he found nothing. He sighed. She must have left. He turned the other way, looking harder for that flash of sexy flesh-tone in the crowd. Suddenly, he felt a pressure on the bench beside him. He willed himself not to turn to see who it was -- the wrong person sitting next to him would make his erection deflate in an instant. Still refusing to turn, his breath caught in his throat when he saw it in the corner of his eye... An orange flip flop, dangling lackadaisically beside him. He forced himself to remain casual, cock throbbing in his jeans painfully as he turned to face the other direction, hoping he seemed nonchalant. In his peripheral vision, he took her in: slender, pretty face under a mess of brown, thick hair straightened and falling over the tops of her full breasts. Her tight white top hugged the tight stomach, curving hip bones still peeking out over those incredible short shorts. She shifted and unknowingly afforded him a better view, allowing him to take in the swell of her tan calves and slender thighs. He coughed, hoping to startle her into moving suddenly, and couldn't have asked for a better reaction. She turned swiftly toward him, large brown eyes and thick lashes wide in surprise. "Are you alright?" she asked, with a slight accent. His cock pushed harder; she was Latina, wordlessly explaining her coffee colored skin and generous curves. He nodded once sharply, smiling. He looked away, focusing on a cashier bagging groceries. Suddenly, he felt a tickle on his forearm. He cut a quick look down and saw her long dark hair tickling his skin, swishing over it carelessly as she sank back into her oblivious texting. In the mix of the industrial smells of linoleum and supermarket, he caught a wiff of spice and cinnamon, the scent of her shampoo spicy and exotic on his nose. He felt the warmth of her body as she shifted to get comfortable, slender hands and manicured nails tapping quickly on her phone. With a quick glance to make sure his wife wasn't coming, he looked down and saw she had a Wal-Mart bag next to her on the bench between them. He acted suddenly and without thought, pushing the bag off quickly to the white tiled floor. "Sorry.. .I didn't mean to," he stammered, cock hard with the anticipation of her bending over to retrieve it. Her golden brown eyes flashed forgivingly as she smiled, not bending over to get it, but instead standing up in front of him, curvy and full in her shorts with her ass inches from his face. His eyes wide, all he could do was stare and breathe. What was she doing? he thought, caught in the panic of confusion. She bent down slowly to get the bag, and suddenly, he knew she was on to him. Her round, firm cheeks caught the fabric of her shorts, drawing it in and wedging between them. He could smell her skin, coffee colored and inches away from his face, cock pounding as she retrieved her fallen bag, forcing people to walk around her. He cast his eyes away for a second and gasped -- she had somehow quickly and convincingly spilled the contents of her bag, odds and ends scattered and rolling near her feet. She looked up at him coyly, urging him to enjoy it. His cock pounded, aching to be let free. His wife nowhere to be seen, he grabbed a shopping bag and hastily put it on his lap, his hand roughly unzipping and slipping in his jeans to adjust himself out of the hole, feeling his cock get harder at the idea of jerking off in secret in front of all these people. He leaned in several inches until his nose tickled with the fibers of her shorts, and inhaled deeply between her massive cheeks, nose planted in the swell of fabric wedged between her gorgeous Latina asscheeks. His pulse quickened -- was anyone watching him? Was she young enough for him to be arrested? -- and decided he didn't care, planting his lips between her cheeks, kissing first and then biting the fabric, gently pulling it down. His grip hardened around his cock as he worked the shaft up and down firmly, noting she was simply rearranging the spilled contents of the bag over and over and not at all interested in picking them up at all. Little did the people coming and going know, she was displaying herself to him in front of all of Walmart, and sharing this secret with her only made him stroke faster. With his other hand, he bent in a way as to suggest to onlookers he was helping her retrieve her items, but instead quickly moved forward to take in a handful of her hanging breast, squeezing it like ripe fruit quickly before sitting back up. He felt a hard nipple nudge his palm before letting his hand slide slowly back to his lap, feeling her tight stomach on the way. His cock strained and pulsed as an older couple smiled at them as they walked by, oblivious. She stood up tall for a second and adjusted her shorts, confusing him -- was it over? His hand grew still on his firm cock, waiting to see what was happening. It was then she revealed her plan to him. When she bent over again to collect her things, he saw what the shift in her shorts meant as the red elastic slid down, giving way to an incredible view of a white thong against her tan, smooth skin. He worked his cock under the walmart bag as the crowd pushed by them in the background, rising up and down to the pace of a checkout girl's beeping scanner. The latina girl's ass filled his vision, white thong cutting her full ass cheeks in half as he inhaled heavily the smell of her girlish body wash mixed with salty sweat and cotton. Lightly, she then coughed, and only because he was three inches from her sweet nestled cunt could he see an area slowly darken, her sweet juices trickling out and soaking the fabric from the sudden force. As he watched the slow stain grow, he closed his eyes and smelled the hot sticky sweet smell of her juices, smelling what her insides smelled like. His cock swelled in anticipation of orgasm as she suddenly turned and kneeled in front of him, sweeping her long hair over his lap like a curtain to hide them from the crowd. She continued to search for her items as strands of her hair, soft and cinnamon scented, became slicked and soaked in his precum. His orgasm pushed through and trickled over his dick as he rubbed his dick against her cheek gently, signaling he was done. She smiled, gaze elsewhere, and collecting the last of her things. She quickly turned an in one swift motion lapped the top of his cock, mouthing the whole of his semen and cleaning the mess in one delicate swoop. She stood up confidently, never making eye contact as she collected her Wal-Mart bag and walked away, flip flops padding on the floor. He zipped himself up and watched her walk away, those long tan legs and tight shorts still snugly caught between her round cheeks, never once turning to meet his gaze. He wondered if his orgasm was still in her mouth, whether she kept it there on her tongue, playing with it and tasting it. "Honey?" a voice said near him, drawing him out of his daze. "I'm all done. You ready to go?" He met his wife's gaze and smiled., feeling himself get hard again because she would never know. He had a feeling he'd be tagging along to Wal-Mart more often. ### First time author, please comment any suggestions and leave any criticism or praise you might have. Thank you!