2 comments/ 33312 views/ 3 favorites One Sunny Afternoon By: BriannaG There is something about New York in the afternoon sun. The city itself is incredibly sexy. It's hard to see the 'Sex in the City' but the feeling is definitely there. From the South Shore Seaport to the smells of central park – the city makes my heart sing and my body come alive and today is one of those days. As I round the corner on my way to work, I can't stop thinking about one particular guy who has caught my eye and has definitely made me moist – whose that guy? That is the question I keep asking myself. All I know is that Will in Jersey is somebody I definitely want to find out more about. From that first meeting on the internet and the resulting pictures and conversation – it's been hard not to imagine my hands running down that strong chest, while my lips explore his nipples. Slowly teasing them out until the tip of my tongue meets those soft, hard, tasty little gifts. Of course the conversations have been very hot and very flirtatious, I mean how could they not be – he is fucking hot and thinks I am too! So the idea of having this man's body between my thighs and feeling those powerful hips pressing and thrusting into me sends shivers up my spine and makes me want to reach between my legs and relieve myself. Now after all the conversations and flirtatiousness, we are going to meet and the city is setting my body on fire. I thought I would take the lead on this one and set the evening. So my suggestion is that we meet for a romantic dinner at 'One If By Land, Two If By Sea', which is on Barrow Street and fantastic! Here, I know the mood would be set and of course I could be naughty. Looking elegant and sexy, all the while taking Will on a journey I hope he would never forget. Considering my office is on 7th Avenue and my apartment is in the West Village, how could I go wrong? My head is full of thoughts on my walk to work. What will I wear and more importantly, what won't I wear. How to entice this man is my number one priority and I'll be damned if I am going to get it wrong. As I walk into the lobby of the Lehman Brother's Building – I remember that I have his e-mail address. Should I drop him a saucy little e-mail to start his day? As I walk into my office in my black pencil skirt and matching shirt, unbuttoned to entice the men but not so much as to make me seem easy (business is business right?). I sit in my chair cross my legs and daydream about what I am going to say to make him as horny and hot as I feel right now. Laptop on, e-mail to hand, it is time to address that message. I can feel the heat between my thighs and this only intensifies as I think of him. I open a new message and start typing, the words just flowing out of me. "Dear Will, It was great talking to you last night, and quite an eye opener. I can't stop thinking about what it will feel like to have your tongue exploring my inner thigh as your hands push my skirt up and you delve deeper inside of me. Feeling your hot breath as your reach my inner core and then take me in your mouth as I feel your hands travel up my body. Ecstasy – pure ecstasy, is what comes to mind, and in the spirit of share and share a like I can't wait for my mouth and tongue to take you to new heights. I have set the scene so prepare yourself – I look forward to seeing you later, and taking things 'outside of the box'. All the best, Brianna" I love a bit of sexual foreplay mixed into a business sense. I press send and imagine what his hands are doing under his desk as he reads my little message. Will he be cupping his balls in anticipation? I sure as hell hope so! In fact my thoughts wander to him stroking himself – dick out and in hand as he thinks of me in my very ball-breaking, but sexy as fuck outfit, walking down the hall on my way to a meeting. Thinking of tonight and what I have in store only serves to make me even hornier than I was when I left the house, but my day can't wait for me to cool down – I have to get on and get busy. As the morning slips away and lunch draws near, I am struck by a sudden desire, one that I have had for a very long time and something I have wanted to do for ages. I am reviewing a contract for a client and suddenly realise that Will is a lawyer, and what a perfect opportunity to get some 'Legal Advice'. Of course I should consult our in house legal team but as the scenario develops I realise this is infinitely more fun. I turn back to my laptop and drop him another e-mail, and immediately think to myself 'what the hell am I doing!' As I am thinking of responding with a just kidding e-mail I get a message telling me I have mail. I open it to find that not only has Will responded immediately, but given me some seriously good advice. Now I know exactly what I am going to do as I reach for the phone and dial his number. I get his secretary and ask to speak to the whiz kid and am immediately put through. The voice that comes back to me makes my knees week and causes a very moist feeling between my legs. I say 'Hello Will, Brianna here – I wanted to discuss the advice you gave me on the Goldman Sachs contract.' His voice is as smooth as butter and incredibly sexy. He says 'sure – what do you want to discuss?' I respond by saying, 'It is a bit too in depth to discuss over on the phone - are you free for lunch?' He says 'yes – as it happens my clients cancelled, so I'm free'. My response – 'Good – can you meet me at my office at 12.30.....and go over your thoughts? I'll have lunch brought in. You don't have a problem with a working lunch do you?' 'Not at all' he says. 'Great – I am at 7th Avenue and W. 49th Street – 25th Floor. See you at 12.30'. We hang up and I think – there is something to be said about ulterior motives! My office is fantastic and the view is great. More importantly it's situated in a quite, relatively isolated part of the building and at 12.30 the floor clears – leaving me to do what ever I want – I LOVE IT!! 12.15, and I am more nervous than I have ever been – and hotter than I thought possible. Am I really going to do this? Get this man here under false pretences and seduce him? Damn right I am!! I've committed and I ALWAYS follow through! A buzz from my secretary lets me know that he has arrived. I quickly check myself in the mirror and undue one more button on my blouse and ask for him to be shown in. As he walks through the door – my breath catches in my throat as he is truly, one beautiful specimen of manhood, tall, well built, with a fantastic smile and the most amazing eyes I have ever seen. Thank you Kim....I'll see you after lunch. I say. My secretary smiles and winks as she closes the door....I love that girl! I stand and walk around from behind my desk wanting to present that element of power. I nearly collapse as our hands meet and we shake. 'It's a pleasure to meet you – finally' he says. 'Likewise' is my response. 'Please have a seat' as I indicate the chair in front of my desk. I walk back behind my desk and sit crossing my legs to keep the heat from exploding between my legs and to look at this amazing man sitting in front of me. 'So you wanted to discuss the contra.....' 'Yes......yes' distracted momentarily. 'Um.....why don't we start lunch before we get into all of that'? Is my comment (always the business woman – ALWAYS in control). 'Sure' he says. We head over to the fantastic lunch spread out – curtsey of 'Good & Plenty To Go' – love this place in Hell's Kitchen! As we sit down to Croque Monsieur's, Apricot Chicken Salads and Butterscotch Pudding – I can't help thinking he has got to be the sweetest desert of all and wondering what he tastes like. As we finish lunch and go through some minor chit chat, I can't help thinking to myself what he would look like out of the beautifully tailored suit he is wearing. Every now and again I catch him taking quick glances at my legs, which causes me to cross and re-cross. I stand and walk over to my desk to grab the contracts (what a ploy) and turn leaning against my desk to explain why I called him over. He stands and walks towards me and wraps his arm around my waist pulling me closer and whispering. "Do you really need advice on this contract?" It takes everything in my power to push him away. "Of course, why do you think I asked you over?" I say. This is all part of the game, more for me than for him as I don't want to come across too easy, I want to seem in control, even though I am ready to loose all control and rip the shirt from his chest. I turn and place the contracts on my desk. This time when I turn he has moved away slightly and now I know it is time to go in for the attack. "The suggestions you made this morning are right on the mark, but what I want to know is how you came to this conclusion." I say. He responds – all business. "It's really quite simple....from what you said in your e-mail it is merely....." His words catch in mid sentence as I have closed the distance between him and me in less than a second. I am standing so close that I swear I can feel his heart beating against his chest. As his eyes move down my body stopping at my chest, I respond. "You were saying...." It is at this moment our lips meet in a hungry but oh so passionate kiss. The feel of his lips against mine sends an electric pulse up my spine and I swear I am going to fall, until I feel his arm wrap around my waist and draw me closer, as his tongue explodes in my mouth. This is too much to bear and I wonder if someone has turned on the heat in my office as my body is about to erupt. We stay locked together exploring each others mouths for what seems like forever, until I finally break away – panting with pure lust in my eyes. Those eyes....those beautiful eyes, I could loose myself in those eyes, and I do. I grab the lapels of his jacket and rip it from his body. I have no desire to be nice here, my body and brain have seized control and I am going to get what I want and I hope he is ready. As his jacket falls away, I can see the change in his eyes; see the hunger, the desire, the need. He grabs me, picks me up and again our lips meet in a frenzied dance. He tastes so sweet; I could stay like this forever. He walks me over to my desk and in the scene reminiscent of the "Postman Never Rings Twice" – I see and hear everything on my desk hit the floor in one swoop. As my back hits the top I can feel the weight of him pressing down on me and fuck what a fantastic feeling! Here we are on top of my desk with views up 7th Avenue and as far as the eye can see, and down 50th Street. I realise everyone around us has a front row seat.....what a thrill! His mouth is still enclosing mine and I can feel the heat through his tongue, that sweet thick tongue as it plunges deeper into my mouth. Lower is what I am I thinking, across my neck over my nipples and down to where it will arch my back, that is the thought in my mind. And as if he is reading my thoughts a cool rush of air enters my mouth as our lips separate and I feel his tongue attach my neck. His soft lips pressed against my equally soft skin. The skin on my neck comes to life and sends shock waves through my body – all the way to my toes – can this be happening, do I want it to end? I feel his fingers reach up and grab my shirt and then the buttons fly apart and I see them sail across the room as my exposed chest becomes available. I want him inside of me, I want to feel that stiff cock that is on my leg, probing and thrusting inside my ass – it is there where I will feel the most pleasure. I can see his face in my minds eye as he thrusts inside of me and the pleasure and pain is as readable on my face as a book. "Come on and fuck me" is what is going though my head – but having it end so quickly is not what I have in mind. I want to savour each and every step we take – and of course I want to take complete control. He has me where he wants me and I don't want that feeling to end but I know that I can't succumb to his desire and let him take the lead that would make the game infinitely less fun – so for now I will let him think he has the upper hand. I can feel his lips as they move down my neck and across my chest. I can feel how well he knows my body and I know that he has done this before – a man with experience – I LIKE THAT!! In fact – I LOVE THAT!! I can feel his fingers as they brush my nipples and immediately they stand to attention. Every brush of his fingertips across those hard little mounds makes my eyes roll back in my head and my breath rush from my body. My hands slide up the back of his neck and directs his lips to each nipple. I can feel his lips closing around each as my back arches and I gasp for air – the pleasure this man is giving to my body is causing shock waves up and down – back and forth. The room is electric as our bodies' intertwine. You can feel the chemistry, the sex! He sucks each nipple making them longer and harder......please don't let this end. With the sudden rush of air that comes from and open door on skin, his lips moves further down leaving my nipples reaching and wanting the warmth of his mouth. I can feel his tongue sliding down my torso on to my belly button, where it plunges deep inside making my body rise up to meet the pleasure. He moves on down, his hands grabbing the sides of my skirt – pulling it down so that my already stiff, pulsating cock springs forth to meet his hungry lips. I can feel the heat as he travels along the head and down the shaft, causing my cock to dance towards his lips, being encased in the warmth of his mouth. He knows how to make my body want him and to make my mouth want him. The warmth and moistness of his mouth makes me want to scream out in ecstasy. Intense is the word that I am feeling, intensity is what I have become. He moves further down taking me all in and.......yes.........this is what I have been waiting for. He travels expertly up and down adding pressure and taking it away – I want to cum I want to let go because the feeling is so good, but there is still so much more and releasing now is not the time. He releases me and once again I feel his weight on top of mine and his soft breath next to my ear. "Are you ready for more? Are you ready for me to take you away?" He says. "Yes.......yes – take me there!" Is my response. With every fibre in my soul I mean it – god how I mean it!!! Again that tongue travels down my body, touching every part of me, making my body tingle and dance. How can he know so much about my body and never have met me? It seems impossible and yet its happening and it is fantastic!! This time he moves past my stiff cock and takes in each of my balls – rolling them around in his mouth and sending shock waves through my body. I can feel his hands on my thighs and the heat that comes with each touch. It is heaven and time seems to stand still. Seconds become hours and minutes days. Keep going is all I can think of – take me there! His lips meet my inner thigh and my body explodes from within – the heat rising up inside and threatening to over take me. A coolness comes over my skin and brings me back – back in control and now it's my turn. I grab his head in both hands and bring his lips up to meet mine and through that exchange he can feel it is time to let go and let me – take over. The kiss is long, passionate and hard – I can taste him and he tastes so good. Kissing him is like a meeting of the minds. Slowly I roll over and now, he is underneath me as my knees lock around his rock hard body never letting our lips part as we continue to explore each other through our lips and tongues. I pull away as I am straddling him. I pull off my shirt and throw it across the room so that when I lower myself onto him my skin meets the softness of his shirt – but that is not what I have in mind. In the same manor as he took me, I see the buttons fly from his shirt as I rip it open and press my skin to his and exhale from my soul. The electricity that ignites when my skin touches his is stronger than anything I have ever felt and I know that getting his 'professional advice' was the right thing to do. My lips move down to his neck – his skin smells so good and feels so soft beneath my lips. I can tell this pleases him as I can feel his body rise up as my lips and then tongue meets the skin on his neck. I could stay here all day making is body rise and fall, but its time to move and I know that this isn't the end of the rise and fall that I feel between my legs. With his shirt wide open, I move straight to his nipples, teasing each one out and making them rock hard. I love the feeling of those pert little sensory buttons pressed against the tip of my tongue. This I can feel is also the right decision. A soft moan escapes his lips and I know I am doing the right thing. Lightly biting and sucking each nipple, one moan after the other escapes his lips – music to my ears. I release my hold on each nipple and slide my tongue further down, kissing and licking each ab, until I reach his belly button, flat against his stomach. My tongue plunges into that little button, flirty and fun, I can see that it tickles and delights, that the little boy inside comes to the surface.....how cute. I love the smile that crosses his lips, I like it so much that I can't help but brush my lips across that beautiful smile. Heading further south, I notice that beautiful 'Treasure Line' snaking down his stomach and disappearing into the unknown, I feel like a discovery is about to made and I can't wait. My fingers slide up and undo the buckle on his belt, then the top of his trousers, sliding the zipper down making it easier to gain access to one of the prizes I am after. My lips meet the bulge, held back by his underpants. I can feel that I am going to have a lot of fun this afternoon as the bulge is getting bigger and bigger........what can I say – I am a girl who likes a big bulge! I can feel him squirm as his cock is begging to be released. His body moves and I know he is about to explode from the intensity. I grab the waistband of his underwear and yank them down and my mouth encloses his hard dick!! What a beautiful taste. I can feel him thrusting his dick deeper inside of my mouth and I am obliging as I move down, and down, taking every inch in until my nose is nestled in that closely cropped dark hair. As I slide back up the shaft I let my tongue dance around the head of his cock, making him squirm more and more. I could suck his dick all day, it is the right size and the right fit – well I certainly hope so. Grabbing his underwear and trouser – I pull them down and then off so that his stiff dick is staring at me, daring me to come back. I pull him up to me and our lips meet again as our tongues probe each other. I can feel his cock pressed against mine. I can feel his hands slide around my waist and cup my firm round ass. As we kiss, his hands come back to the front and caress my already hard dick. It feels so good that I don't want it to end, but I'm not finished yet. There is more I want to do before he takes over and brings me to ecstasy. He stands up from desk and pulls me close as the flat of my palms land on his chest. They slide up to his shoulders and turn him around and push him forward so his peachy ass is directly in front of me. I drop to my knees and slap those taunt cheeks, massaging them and licking my lips as I open him up and plunge my tongue into that tight little hole. A moan that indicates I have hit the mark, escapes from his mouth and the pleasure really begins as I work that hole. In and out my tongue, teases the outer rim, before delving back inside. This is prize number two and it was worth the wait! I love the emotions and feelings moving through my mouth and causing his body to jerk and move against my eager tongue. His hole is so wet and he is so ready that I can't help myself and my finger slips inside as his moaning increases and I know that he is desperate to be fucked and I so want to fuck him – I am going to fuck him! One Sunny Afternoon Rye had almost reached his car when he realized that he didn't have his bag. Nor did he have his keys. 'Shit,' he thought 'I must have left it by that f'in tree.' Turning on his heel he hurried back down the path he had just climbed. As the path curved down he could see the place where he had been sitting barely five minutes ago. A woman was crouching on the grass, holding what he assumed was his bag. 'Hey', he called out, starting to run down the sloping ground. She looked up at his call, and stood up, her hand waving a goodbye as she pointed to his bag and moved down the slope to the path below. From her red hair and clothes Rye recognised her as the woman who had been sitting on the park bench about 25 or so feet from him earlier that afternoon and felt reassured, 'How nice is that?' he thought. 'She knew it was mine and was just taking care of it.' He breathed a sigh of relief. Everything seemed OK, and there were his car keys. He didn't even bother to check all the pockets in the bag. Slowly his breathing returned to normal. Not far off he could hear the sound of happy children playing on the swings, slides and carousels in the nearby playground at the end of the park, their shrieks of delight echoing in the air. Of the woman, the young couple or the dog that had brought to an abrupt end a delightful, if risky, matinee performance, there was no sign. 'Christ' he murmured, smiling at the memory, 'this could have been a fucking disaster!' On his way back to the car he made a call to let his wife know he would be late, saying his last interview had been difficult and how sorry he was. And he was sorry, because now he would hit all the traffic. But it wasn't because of a difficult interview. As he drove home the events of the afternoon since leaving his office dominated his thoughts. His office lay below a municipal park, which, again, was below the public car park where on most days he parked his car. In the mornings when he arrived the park gates were still closed and he had no alternative but to take the longer walk down by road. In the afternoons he would climb the steps up to the park and walk across the steeply sloping grass. It cut a lot of time off the journey. He could, of course, have followed the tarmac path that wound around the central area of grass, trees and shrubs, but it was faster to cut across the middle. So it was that at three thirty on a blazing hot August afternoon, Rye found himself climbing the steps that led from the pavement to the start of the park path. As he hurried along he could see a woman sitting on one of the park benches, her back towards him, and a little further on a couple lying on the grass in what seemed to him a passionate embrace. Just before reaching the bench he set off up the slope towards the car park, cutting diagonally across the grass. He glanced again at the couple and realized that they were doing a lot more than kissing. They were no more than thirty feet or so from him, out in the open, although there was a planting of shrubbery behind them. He stood for a moment watching the guys ass pumping up and down, the girls parted legs around his thighs, his arms supporting his weight as they fucked. Rye was stunned, he himself loved to have sex in the open air, loved it when his wife had agreed to go without her panties and play risky games. But this, in a public park, with children playing nearby, this was something else and he was entranced. He glanced around for a place where he could sit and be the voyeur and saw a tree just behind and slightly to his right. It was perfect. He settled his back to the trunk, placing his bag over his rapidly rising erection. The girls' legs had risen and her summer skirt had fallen back exposing her thighs as her heels dug into her lovers bum, urging him deeper. Rye opened his trouser zip, his fingers slipping his cock out from its nesting place into the air, massaging the shaft. It was then he remembered the girl on the bench. He looked over his left shoulder to find a pair of eyes looking straight at him. 'She's nice,' thought Rye as she waved at him across the gap that separated them. She was, he would have said, in her late thirties, petite, the swell of her breasts pushing out the white muslin shirt she was wearing over her Indian print skirt. Her face was so pretty, Elvin like, her hair a sun bleached red. 'Very nice! What is going on?' He was quite taken aback, he was expecting to find someone totally immersed in a paper or a book or how else could they not see the couple having sex just across from them? Not a girl who was actively enjoying the same chance moment. She was sitting with her back supported by the handrail, her left leg raised against the back of the seat, her right slightly splayed. He could see her left arm disappearing under the waistband of her skirt. She blew him a kiss with her other hand, motioning that he should lift the bag. He hesitated, his gaze following hers as she returned to watching the couple. The girl was now astride the guy, and they were kissing passionately as she rode, her hips swiveling, rising and falling. 'Christ, he's got stamina!' thought Rye, 'She'd have me cumin by now!' He was coating the head of his bloated cock with drops of precum, his thumb and forefinger circling the rim of the helmet. Squeezing and releasing up and down. He could feel that point of no return approaching, and, boy, was he horny! He looked back to the girl on the bench. She was almost as he first saw her but she had now brought the heel of her right foot to rest against the instep of her other foot, making her leg splay out even more. Her skirt was pulled back exposing a slender thigh and the edge of her white knickers, under which Rye could see her fingers working. It was uncanny how she seemed to know he was looking at her rather than the couple, but she did. She turned her head towards him, took her right hand from her panties, motioning him once more to lift the bag, before licking her fingers and easing them back, pushing the fabric away as her hand vanished within He could picture her fingers parting moist lips, finding her clit. He groaned. He so wanted to come. And he loved to watch girls masturbate. This was too much. He did as she asked, laying the bag down beside him and moving so that he was kneeling instead of sitting, his cock jutting out. She would appreciate that, he thought, and he wouldn't get cum on his clothes. How sensible! Watching the girls busy motions, seeing her gaze focusing on him, excited him even more. He began to pump the shaft of his cock, working the lose folds of skin over the head, feeling his climax beginning to build. He looked again at the couple. It was just the right moment, the guys' back was arched up and Rye could almost hear his grunts. He was obviously filling his girls cunt with cum. It was the last straw, like an electric shock his orgasm arrived; his cock erupting into three pulsating spasms, shooting spurts of hot sperm, thickly coating the grass in front of him. He shuddered with delicious after shocks and looked at the girl on the bench. She was lying with her head back, eyes closed, her legs now both raised and together, although her hand was still under her skirt. 'She's cum, too' thought Rye, feeling ridiculously pleased with himself. Out of the blue he saw a ball bounce down the grass and land up by the leg of the bench below. A sandy coloured Labrador running full tilt after it followed a moment later. It was a sudden jolt into the real world. Where there was a dog there would be an owner. Rye stood up, turning to face the tree, quickly tucking his tackle away and setting off up the slope. He glanced back at the girl and saw that she was sitting up, the dog licking at her fingers, its tail wagging furiously. He waved, but she didn't respond and, sure enough, there was the woman who must be the dogs owner striding down the slope. The couple, which moments ago had been fucking like no tomorrow, were lying side by side. He leaning on one arm, she likewise. Just chatting. Everything returned to normal, the sounds of the playground, another walker coming through the top gate, the distant buzz of afternoon traffic. The moment had passed. It was late when he finally got round to repacking his bag with the papers he would need in the morning. His wife was already in bed. His mobile bleeped, telling him he had a text. He frowned wondering who would be sending him a text at such a late hour. Flipping the phone open he read:- 'thanq 4 2day x hope u like presi x c u tomoz x same time same place x Josie x' Who the hell?..and then it hit him. It must be that girl, she must have got his number from his phone when she had his bag. But how? He quickly checked the call log on his phone, and found a number he didn't recognize. 'She must have called her phone from mine' he thought. 'Clever. But what present?' In one of the pockets of his bag he found it. There, neatly folded, was a pair of white panties. He couldn't resist. He unfolded them, cupping them in his hands, inhaling her fragrance. He was hooked. As she knew he would be. One Sunny Afternoon It was one of those glorious summer days, so rare in England that not one minute of it could be wasted. The sort where women seem intent on driving men crazy by wearing clothes that seem to accentuate, rather than hide, their nudity. Pert breasts straining at light cotton, the gentle stride of their legs wrapping the fabric around their thighs. Their false fragrances slightly overlaid by their natural, slight tang of sweat, just the faintest hint of musk. Their skin glazed by perspiration and their languid sultry movements speaking of the bedroom and the pleasures that might be obtained there. The air was heavy with the drone of bees going about their business stockpiling food for when the blossoms would be no more than a distant memory and broken occasionally by the sounds of muted passion from an open bedroom window or a tightly enclosed garden. Dogs lay in the shade of hedges, panting breathlessly and cats basked in the sun, stretched out like collars. Through this air of expectant fecundity I wandered aimlessly, watching and dreaming until no longer able to stand the temptations on every hand, but unwilling to return indoors, I struck off the main street and took to the back roads where temptations would be fewer. I strode slowly over pavements that were almost too hot to walk on, dodging from the shade of one tree to another and pausing in the shade. Ahead I spotted a slightly familiar figure, a woman I knew to say hello to but not much more than that. She was kneeling on the pavement rebuilding a section of garden wall that had been demolished by a careless motorist. Not doing a brilliant job of brick laying, but laying bricks wasn't on my mind at that moment so instead I sat on the wall to chat to her. We talked of this and that, nothing in particular and sometimes we said nothing as she worked and I watched, watched her body dressed in short shorts and a thin top with nothing on under it. I could see that she had nothing under it because every time she leant forward I could see right down the front of it, could see her firm breasts, naked and unrestrained. Eventually she rocked back on her heels and after staring at me for what seemed like minutes, suggested that we go inside for something cool to drink and as she led the way into the house she said, I thought almost regretfully, that her husband was in. I hadn't been expecting more than a drink so this didn't perturb me at all. In the kitchen she prepared long cool drinks for us both and then came and stood beside me as we drank. We continued our aimless chat with the difference that because she was standing close by me I kept smelling her scent and I could feel the warmth of her body on my bare arm. She would glance at my bulge as if by accident and running her tongue over her lips, look away again, while I would cast surreptitious glances at her breasts. She took my glass, unasked, and refilled it, but after returning it to me rather than stand next to me again she moved to the other side of the kitchen. Slightly disappointed at first I realised that rather than having to cast furtive glances side ways at her, I could now look directly. Indeed she must have had the same thought for I realised she was no longer pretending not to stare at my bulge and instead staring at it so openly that I couldn't imagine that she was looking at anything else. Ennobled by her frank gaze I returned the frankness, first gazing at her face, her eyes, her mouth and imagined kissing that mouth and running my tongue over, round and in it, tasting the salt on her skin and feeling her eyelashes caressing my face. Letting my eyes slip down to her breasts I imagine taking her top in my hands and lifting it over her head to reveal her full breasts and casting it aside to feel those heavy globes and rub my face on them - running her nipples between my fingers and feeling them get even larger and harder than they appeared in reality. I could see from her face and her body movements that she was doing much the same to me as I was to her. As I watched her she put down her glass and reached behind to brace herself on the work top and slowly she pushed her hips forward at the same time parting her legs a little. Her mouth hung partly open and her eyes hung partly closed. Little mewing sounds kept escaping from her which prompted my loins to start an involuntary slow pumping action. At the same time she thrust her lower body at me in time with my pushes. Inadvertently my hand fell to my penis, just a quick stroke, but then I noticed she mirrored my movement and dropped her hand to her mound. Wondering whether this was accidental or not I raised my hand and touched my nipple. She raised her hand and touched her nipple! Inflamed now I imagined her standing there naked, without top and without shorts, her hot wet place quivering for me as I imagined removing my trousers, striding across the room and plunging into her. She must have felt the same thing as I watched a rosy glow spread across her face and down her neck, heard her breathing change and watched her hips moving more franticly now as her head lolled back and her hand rested on her mound just as her husband entered the kitchen! He appeared not to notice his wife's discomposure, instead started to bring out food and implements throwing over his shoulder a quick invitation to me to stay for a meal, which I accepted with a nod of my head, not trusting myself to speak. She (for that was her name) went upstairs to shower and change and I stayed in the kitchen helping Tony to prepare a simple meal, mostly salad as I recall. I gradually regained the power of speech, well at least the power of speech in a voice not heavily laden with lust and as we chatted I became more confident that he wasn't aware of what had been very close to happening in his kitchen. She came back down to join us, I nearly burst a gasket, plain white wraparound cotton dresses have always been my weakness and in my already weakened state, my imagination working overtime, it was all I could do to smile politely and not fall upon her and take her on the spot, husband or no husband. We had a pleasant few hours eating and chatting and getting through at least a couple of bottles of white wine left us all relaxed and happy. Tony suggested that I go through into the other room and relax for a bit with a glass of wine while he and She tidied up after the meal. I sat relaxed and dozing, remembering the days events with a light heart. I wondered what She's body would really look like and decided that as I'd already seen most of it I had a pretty accurate picture, those shorts were tight enough to not hide much. I day dreamed about how I would feel with my cock inside her vagina then thought about her mouth and anus. I wondered if she would be quiet or noisy, would she cry out as she was being done or would she take it quietly - I hoped not but doubted whether I'd ever know. I sat there dreaming pleasant dreams but then was aware that I was no longer alone in the room. I opened my eyes to see Tony there carrying She in his arms. When he saw me looking he smiled and holding She only by the legs, let her torso drop and with that the bottom of her dress fell down over her head revealing all that I had imagined to my gaze. As I watched, speechless, he bent forward and gathering her dress pulled it off over her head leaving her still upside down and now totally naked. With a few short steps he moved into the middle of the room and placing her down on the floor facing me he said that somebody thought the two of us had some unfinished business and with that turned and left the room. I sat there gazing at her, her feet were pointing toward me giving me an uninterrupted view of her most secret place. As I sat there drinking her in she slowly started to close her legs and bite her bottom lip, I decided time for action at which point I stood up and quickly unfastening my trousers dropped them round my ankles. The effect on She was immediate, the pensive look fell from her face, her legs opened again and her pelvis rose up off the floor offering itself to me. In one fluid movement I knelt and then stretched myself out over her, entering her divine place without any hesitation or resistance until I had no more to give her. She pulled at my shirt removing it and half the buttons. I felt her breasts pushing into my chest. She bit my neck and I slapped her arse, hard. She tried to claw my back and I drove my finger up her arse which brought out this delicious scream from her, but no resistance to my violation. We didn't make love, we were two animals - two angry animals - copulating. As I drove into her, first my entry was greeted with gasps but as we drove on she changed to guttural grunts and then screams. I lifted myself up on my arms, pinning her shoulders to the ground and pounded away at her unrelentingly. Watching her face was out of this world, a raw carnal being, wanting to be fucked and getting fucked beyond her wildest dreams. She was taking everything I had seen that day, every woman, every secret cry of passion and the more I gave her the more I had to give her. She closed her eyes tightly, screwing up her face, the screams turned into low moans. I felt her vagina tightening around my penis and then she was coming, coming in great waves, pulling me and holding me inside her with her legs wrapped around me, head rolling from side to side but still I kept pumping at her until I felt myself slipping past the point of no return and then from the top of my head to the tips of my toes I emptied myself into her, not quickly but in torrents I feel my come coursing through my body and streaming out into her grasping vagina and forcing itself back past my still engorged penis to coat my balls and our thighs. Sated, we both feel into a dreamless sleep. [later she showed me the carpet burns to her shoulders and the base of her spine, but that's another story for another day] One Sunny Afternoon One sunny and warm afternoon my wife, Summer and I were working in our backyard vegetable garden. She was wearing her beige bra and a pair of faded denim shorts. I on the other hand was completely nude except for my well-worn green baseball cap and runners that were on my feet -- I have sensitive feet. You see I am a total exhibitionist and my wife loves that about me so I do most of my gardening in our yard naked. As we were gardening my wife says to me, "You may want to put some cloths on in a few because Kim is swinging by to drop something off." Really! Kim is coming by, I thought. You see Kim is my sister. She is nearly the exact same age as my wife. Their birthdays are literally just days apart. Uncanny, right! Kim also shares another attribute with my wife; she has big beautiful tits. When I say big, I mean the kind you just want to shove your face into and motor-boat. "Where's Joe? Is he dropping in also?" I probed, my curiosity peaked by her potentially fortuitous announcement. You see Joe is my wife's brother. He probably wouldn't approve of my little planned display that was already starting to brew and bubble in my mind, but oh well, I really didn't give a shit. "Kim and Joe are having a garage sale today and he is going to stay at the house." Summer said while spooning small amounts of dark moist soil into a terracotta pot with her little purple garden tool. All I could think was, you're shitting me! Kim is coming over to my house without Joe and I am already standing here naked on a perfect sunny day like today. It's a perfect storm. I may never get another opportunity like this in my lifetime. After about twenty minutes or so I excused myself I went over to the other side of the house to look for some lattice for the bean plants. In reality I needed to be on that side of the house so I could hear when Kim pulled up. Just as expected, I didn't have to wait long at all. All of a sudden I heard her car door open and her voice. I couldn't make out what she was saying or to whom she was speaking too, strain as I may, but it was definitely her voice. I remember thinking, oh my god this is going to happen. I've know this woman for more than a decade and I have always want to show her my cock and finally, fucking finally it was moments away from becoming a reality. I waited for her to get inside the house before I made my way across my backyard and over to the garden where my wife was diligently working away. I knew I was seconds away before she came bursting through my back door unannounced in search of my wife. There was literally no known force in this universe that could possibly get me dressed fast enough to prevent her from seeing me in all my glory. As sure as the sun rises in the East all the pieces came together and she stepped out into my backyard and saw us. Her eyes opened in shock and a huge grin quickly appeared on her face as she let slip a small giggle. She saw me nude! Now I don't think she was all that surprised that I was gardening in the nude. Hell, that's common knowledge around my family and friends. I think she was just amazed that she was witnessing it firsthand. Without skipping beat she sauntered right over to the garden. And it was a sight I will never forget. She had a girlish grin and her big bountiful tits were jiggling to a fro as she strolled toward us. I think it is important to point out that I don't have a huge python of a dick. You see it's rather average in length. However, this is the kicker; I am a "grower, not a shower." My dick hard is about five inches long, but when I am not hard it's only about an inch. At that exact moment my cock looked more like a short stubby thick pint-size one-eyed Al Capone resting on two big balls. So, there I was standing there with little Al in plain view of my sister and all she could do at first is snicker at it. Finally, she spun around a full 360 degrees like a school girl and sheepishly said, "Should I close my eyes or something?" Really? Should I close my eyes or something? This from the woman that for years would show up to children's birthday parties, Thanksgiving, Christmas dinner, or whatever family function with her big fat tits spilling out of her top. I remember one time we had her step-son's birthday at a water park full of kids and she showed up in a blue thong. There was nothing left to the imagination that day. Her swimsuit must have been made of some sort of classified space-age titanium fabric because her big cottage cheese ass and enormous melons would have shredded any normal consumer based swimwear. One would think she would be all over nudity the way she displayed her own voluptuous body to everyone over the years. I looked over at my wife and she just rolled her eyes. My wife knows I am a major exhibitionist so she is used to woman "accidently" seeing me nude. Anyway, I just laughed and said, "If you want too." From there everything pretty much normalized -- except for me being naked in front of two women that weren't. We spent the next half an hour discussing different techniques for growing vegetables and keeping vermin away from the plants. Kim is an avid gardener and lives a very Bohemian lifestyle. She is after all an encyclopedia of information when it comes to plants and home remedies. Her parents like my wife's parents all grew up in the sixties and were hippies. My parents were the exact opposites, conservative Catholics so it's a learning process for me and I'm loving every minute of it. Now the only thing that could have made this entire situation even better would have been if Kim had brought Zoe along with her that day. Zoe is her oldest son's eighteen year old girlfriend who tags along like a remora to a shark. This girl is a five-foot something little hard-body hotty. She has a cute little ass and the most precious looking little mounds on her chest you have ever seen. I've seen this girl in a bikini and I am here to tell you she is fucking smoking. I half expected Zoe to be there when my wife said Kim was coming by but as fate would have it that fine sunny day she stayed home to help Joe with the yard sale. No matter, I will just have to add her to my bucket list of women. Mark my words, Zoe will see me naked someday. All and all I had a great time. I love to be fully naked in front of fully clothed woman and my sister was definitely one of those woman I wanted to have seen me naked. I hope it happens again soon. God knows I've wanked enough over Kim over the years just thinking about her seeing me naked. I am glad it became a reality that day. One Sunny Afternoon As I move my finger in and out and use my tongue to keep him hot and wet, I am sure he is about to cum, when he whips round and picks me up – my back slamming onto my desk. The pain is pleasurable and I can feel my legs being thrown up and his hot tongue plunge into my waiting hole. It has been so long but the feeling is so familiar that I begin to relax and open up. He works my hole better than I worked his – how is that possible? Whatever the case – he is definitely taking me higher. I feel his thick fingers slide into my tight hole and my back arches at the initial pain, followed swiftly by the intense pleasure. I am ready and I want it, and it isn't long before my prayers are answered. I feel my ass is slick and ready and then there is the head and it is pushing inside me. I push back and there is that moment when you are first entered and your whole body comes to life as you feel your insides contract and relax. That fucking huge dick – feels so good in my ass as he slowly pushes deeper inside of me until he reaches the spot and I can help but yell out in absolute pleasure! As he goes further and deeper - all I can think is give me more. 'Fuck me' I say. 'Fuck me hard!' He begins to thrust harder and harder inside of me and I feel transported. It is the most intense feeling in the world and I want it! Now that he has me where he wants me – he better give it to me the way I want it. As if reading my mind, he picks up the pace and I can feel the throb of his cock as he begins to thrust harder and faster. YES...YES...YES – is exactly what I am thinking. Every time he thrusts in I start to squeeze my ass muscles and I can see the pleasure on his face as he feels the tightness of me around his dick. On and on, harder and faster our bodies begin to move as one and the pleasure from him is burning into me. He reaches down between my legs and begins to stroke my dick as he pounds my ass. I reach over my head and grab the end of my desk as he strokes me faster and pumps me harder. I can feel myself begin to rise as the intensity increases. On and on, he is sweating and I am in heaven. I could definitely get used to these lunches, and then the feeling is there right there, I am going to cum and looking at his face so is he. I push him on begging him to fuck me harder and yes here it is. I cum as if it is the first time, hot spurts shoot into the air as I scream out. At that very moment he comes and I feel and see the hot spurts shoot from the end of his dick right across my stomach and my chest landing on my neck. We both cum ferociously, until spent I feel him collapse on top of me. Out of breath I wrap my arms across his strong shoulders, we lay like this for what seems and eternity, but is only a few minutes. Finally he lifts himself off of me and I can feel the cold air cross my body and I slightly shiver. Once again our bodies come together and I can feel his lips kiss my neck and then whisper in my ear. 'I hope I answered your questions?' 'Yes....I believe I am on track' I say. As we both begin to pick of the fragments of our cloths, I being to feel a sense of loss and I wonder to myself, will this be our only meet – or will we meet again – one sunny afternoon?