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Information LOST IN TIME
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:05 PM - No Replies

   


We are so many things to one another now, and I love them all. We are best friends, we are business partners, and we are co-parents.

We have built a life together over decades and it’s given me more fulfilment than I ever could have imagined. There is nothing I don’t know about her. I have explored every story in her past, lived through every moment of her present and I know every minute that she has planned for the future.

It’s a level of intimacy and friendship that I know is beyond most.

But sometimes—maybe more than sometimes—it can be easy to forget we are also lovers. It can be easy to forget how we used to claw at each other, devour each other, and obsess over one another. It can be easy to forget to work on the things that never needed work in the beginning.

She used to be the unattainable Polish girl I yearned for from the back of the lecture hall. The one I stared at when I should have been taking notes when she was unaware of my existence. The first time I spoke to her I got my name wrong—somehow switching my first and middle names—and thankfully she found it endearing. When I first touched her hand I panicked that my palms would be too sweaty and it was only later I found out she worried about the same thing.

We spent most of those university years screwing. She was never close enough and I never got my fill of her. I wanted to eat her alive and thank god I couldn’t because there was only one of her and I wanted to consume her over and over and over again.

Back then we didn’t need to make space. Back then we didn’t have to make time. Now we have so little of both.

But I still want to eat her alive. 

So I cleared our diaries, closed the office, shipped off the children, and brought her to this place, deep in the woods, where no one could find us. Here we will eat, drink, walk, and fuck. We have stripped the clothing of our past away. Now we’re naked and alone, together. Now we can be something new.

The temptation to overwhelm her the moment the door closes is huge, but I push past it. I want to savour this. I want to remember when we could take our time. So I lie on the bed and I pretend to read the paper as she stands at the sink washing her hands. I hide secret glances at her from around the pages. Spying on her like I’m not allowed. Like she’s not mine.

But she notices, and she glides across the room wearing a smile of entitlement. She stands at the foot of the bed and I widen my eyes.  She leans forward and runs her soft hands up my thighs. I’m still wearing underwear and my dick is pushing against the fabric already—I’ve gone from comfortably cradled to stiffening sensitivity with just the warmth of her palms.  I lie still and let her climb up on the bed. She folds herself against my chest and she kisses me. Fuck, how she kisses me. Her tongue pushes into my mouth and her nipples harden against my chest and my right hand strokes her back and down to her arse. She sighs and it’s like we’re kissing for the first time, back in those early years, but without any of the nervousness or worry that we might be doing it wrong. What an intoxicating mix of excitement and intimacy. Christ, I’m obsessed with her.

She kisses my chest and my stomach and runs her hands over the front of my underwear. She can’t wait, my impatient girl, so she pulls it off, tossing it to the side and immediately straddling me. She enjoys these rare moments, I know, when she’s higher than me and I have to kiss upward while she grinds against me with her cunt. My hands roam over her back, exploring and containing her while I move my mouth to her nipples. They stiffen at my breath and bead against my teeth and her whole body reacts to the attention they’re getting. I know she’s looking down, enjoying the view. I know how much she enjoys being spoiled, and I suddenly realise I can’t remember the last time I made her look at me this way.

Was it that night at her friend’s dinner party, when we had argued and she stormed out of house, making me chase her down the street before ending up in a small park with her leg hooked over my shoulder as I finger fucked her against a tree?

No, more recently when I dragged her into the bathroom of a fancy restaurant, just because when she’d arrived I could tell she’d had a bad day, and if I couldn’t make it go away, I could greedily lap at her cunt while she covered her own mouth to stay silent.

Now we’re pawing at each other in those same ways. Muscle memory from years gone by flooding back. Kneeling up in front of me, she arches her back and pushes her incredible ass against my torso, reaching to my neck and hair while I kiss below her ear, nibbling toward her throat while playing with her nipples. She occasionally turns and kisses me, her movements becoming more chaotic as she loses control over her body, my dick pushing against her from behind.

That’s when I let my hand gently sink down to her clit.

I only tease her, initially. My strong fingers apply just the right amount of pressure to bathe in the warmth of her, creating a hunger in us both. Her breathing, already short and uncontrolled, intensifies and she says “you’re making me so wet, baby”.

I love hearing it and I love how she’s now starting to rock her body, desperate for more friction from me and it’s only a few moments before she’s thrusting against my fingers with needy enthusiasm. I pick up the pace and rub her in a way I know will push her over the edge. She’s so soft and wet and I breathe in her scent guiding her movement. She moans that she’s going to come and sure enough the muscles in her body tighten and release as her cunt explodes and drizzles all over my hand, soaking the delicate, expensive sheets. She pants in satisfaction and gratitude but I am not nearly done with her.  I lie back and she climbs above me, suspending her drenched cunt right above my mouth.  She balances herself by pressing her palms into the headboard and I grip under her thigh while she pushes the lips of her cunt against me. I can tell she feels sexy and powerful and she controls her own pace this time. As I gaze up at her and provide all the friction she needs, I marvel at how beautiful she looks, how lucky I am, and how much I want to fuck her.

And I will. Soon.

I moan against her cunt, knowing that a welcome side effect will be the vibrations of my growling voice against her sensitive clit. My intention to be slow and deliberate is gone. This is like the beginning when we skipped lectures because we were fucking and missed shows because we were fucking, and missed parties because we were fucking. It was never enough and it’s not enough now, all these years later.

The difference is how comfortable she now is with her body. When we were both young she worried about anyone being that close between her legs. I had to put her at ease with long make-out sessions down her neck, her breasts, her tummy and her thighs. Letting her grow accustomed to extended periods of time with her skin under my tongue and her flesh in my jaws. I wanted her to get used to my face always touching her. I had to reassure her with words and with time that I absolutely loved her taste, her texture, and the very act of balancing her on my tongue.

She would nervously part her knees and blush, looking at me through the strands of hair half-covering her face. She would scan me, trying to detect any sign of hesitance or reluctance, and seeing only singular, clear-eyed hunger. And those first months, I would kiss her cunt gently and slowly, signalling that this isn’t something to be rushed—that making her orgasm is not even the main goal. And over time, the tension she held in her stomach melted away and she began to melt against my face. In time, she began to lose herself.

Things have changed. Now she adores having me luxuriate here. Now she opens herself up and smiles as I race to eat her up. I hear the moan that brings me back to the present and tells me that she’s close, so I take the pace away from her and move my head from side to side so I push her straight into another orgasm. She trembles against me, clinging to the headboard while I catch the rush of her juice on my tongue as she comes all over my fucking face.

She moans compliments that I can’t hear because she’s in my blood and I’m already moving her to the next position.  I lie her flat on her back and kneel beside her. She’s spread out across me like a meal and my hands seize at her cunt again. She doesn’t want to just be spoiled this time though, and demands I move my hips closer so she can get a hold of my dick. She wastes no time in putting it in her gorgeous face but as she does, I continue to work her clit, making her moan and wriggle and now it’s my turn to feel the vibrations of her voice. My cock shudders with the stimulation and stretches to get closer to her, my pulse coursing down my shaft. I bet she can feel it in her throat.  Sucking my dick somehow makes her even wetter and with her hands gripping my thighs, she tries to concentrate on the task even as we can both hear the delicious smacking sound of my hand using her. My knuckles are gripped by her pussy and with each urgent clench, I know she’s getting closer. She’s so fucking wet and my fingers slide in so smoothly—as if I’m the sexiest man in the world.  Eventually, it’s too much and she removes my dick from her mouth and holds it in her hand so she can cry out and finish while hanging on to me.

My dick is still hardening and she wastes no time in putting it back into her mouth. She holds my balls and alternates between sucking me and slapping my cock onto her tongue. The sensation of that intermittent impact on the bed of her mouth drives me crazy and she knows it. I’m given a warm, wet thrill from the tip to the shaft and I’m ready to push down her throat before she bounces up and brings it back down again. And it’s not just about how it feels, it’s about the view she wants me to have. Showing me that she wants to both serve me and tease me. Showing me that I am powerful.  How can she suck it with such reverence and hunger like it’s the first time? How is it that she’s still so obsessed with it? Entranced by it?

But it’s not the first time and that’s why she has so much control. The first time was hot but it was nervy for both of us and she was timid because she didn’t yet know what I liked. That first time she needed guidance, and feedback.

She’s not timid anymore. She’s sucked my dick in the back of cars, in hotel lifts, and one time under the table in a dark little bar. When we’re in public, she’s fast and dirty. She consumes me like water at the end of a drought. The thrill of being caught turns her on providing a countdown to get my cum in her throat as fast as possible.

When we’re at home, she’s more ceremonial. She sprinkles her fingers along my balls like raindrops, watching me grow before she’s even touched me. She’ll gently plant her lips on my scrotum, often leaving dark red lipstick marks—my favourite shade. When she does start sucking, it’s measured and choreographed for my gaze. She likes to put on a show. Now, she glides her face down the side of my shaft, letting her teeth graze me, and then buries my cock deep into the back of her throat. She gags slightly and the sound is so sexy, as is how she looks up, smiling, her drool leaking off her chin and the end of my cock, showing me how much she loves having me in her face.

“I want you to get you inside my tight pussy. My wet pussy,” she says, and before I know it I’m on my back and she’s lowering herself onto me.

The moment I sink into her, my cock twitches with relief but also need. She starts bouncing on me and I touch her breasts. I’m worried that she’s fucking me so deeply that I’m not going to be able to stop myself from exploding inside her. My heart is racing and I close my eyes. Maybe I can’t stop it.

As if sensing the same thing, she climbs off me and tells me she wants me to take her from behind.

I take the briefest moment to admire the view in front of me and let my body rest. She backs onto my cock, easing me into her, twisting her head to watch as I fuck her again. I can’t believe how tight she is and my balls slap against her so hard it hurts a little. This position drives me crazy and I love resting my large hands on her ass squeezing into the flesh and planting seeds for bruises that will bloom tomorrow.

I still don’t want to finish yet so I pull out and I put her onto her back. I want to see her while I fuck her. I want her legs around me. I want to kiss her more. I drive my dick inside her and she claws at my head while I stretch her. I control the rhythm and the depth, even while she tries to influence the friction, wriggling underneath me. I am so close to flooding her, so I pull out again and grab my dick with my hand. I let her watch me pump it, just to keep it hard and ready, but not to come. Not yet. I have to maintain control.

I am losing control now. I know it. The pace is all me but it’s happening without my agency or my intention. It’s like my body and her body know each other so well that eventually, they will just start to hurl themselves at each other just to get some respite from the torture.

This whole time, my dick has been riding waves of pleasure and I have been able to contain myself and manage my way through the gaps as they ebb and flow. But now it’s constant. Now every stroke electrifies it with a tingling madness that builds and builds and builds. I can sense the orgasm in the shaft, and my head is a mess as my whole body obeys the obsession to just erupt inside her. And I might have finished this way, had she not uttered the sexiest phrase to expand the spell she’s cast over me: “Now I want you to fuck my arse.”

I pull out and my dick rages at me but it’s just enough time to allow the madness to fade.

She shifts onto her side and I move behind her. She lifts her leg and invites—no, she demands—my cock in her tight little hole. I slowly push in at the perfect pace, and at the perfect angle, the practice of two people with complete trust and knowledge of one another’s bodies. She stretches and grips me at the same time. “That feels so tight,” she says as she greedily rubs her clit. She cranes her neck around to watch me watch my dick use her. She’s at her most vocal now, revelling in the filth of it, telling me how much she loves having me fuck her here.

I force her leg higher and I dig further into her.  I grab her breast and squeeze it, my hips driving harder and faster. I can hear myself growling and grunting and I have no control over either. I’ve spent so much time trying not to succumb but I’m losing, she fits too well, she’s too beautiful, too filthy, and then she makes the decision for me and tells me to come—and the world disappears and my thigh muscles seize and my fingers curl and my throat growls and I ferociously release everything I have into her, filling her pretty little arsehole with cream.

She comes too, and our breathing washes over one another as my cock pushes out the last drops into her. I slowly pull out, in a daze, my eyes watering and my body aching.

We float down together and I look up at her content face.

“You’re such an animal,” she says.

I like that.

Best friend, co-parent, business partner.

Animal.

The End

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Information NAKED CHEF
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:04 PM - No Replies

   


Ricky pulled his dark blonde hair into a low ponytail, then slipped the black chef’s apron over his head and fastened its ties at the back. The tapes hung down and tickled his naked butt, which made him smirk.

He studied his reflection in the long mirror in the bedroom he shared with Asha. From the front she would detect nothing amiss. He’d admit, top chefs wore shoes to cook, and probably a shirt, no matter how finely chiselled their pecs were. He turned and took in his side view, then the rear, where his muscled back and toned glutes were unimpaired by clothes.

“Business at the front, party in back,” Rick chuckled to himself. “Asha you’re a lucky girl, I have a treat – maybe several treats – in store for you!”

Padding to the kitchen in their modern apartment, he recalled the dreamy expression his partner’s face took on whenever she watched her favourite cookery show. That look had convinced him this surprise was one she would enjoy. He reflected on last Friday night, when they had gone for a meal to one of those places where the chef is working right in front of you, cooking and talking. Ricky had noticed her eyes sparkling throughout the experience, especially when he did tricks with the big, sharp knives. But it was in the taxi later that the full extent of Asha’s delight had been revealed… the return home was more fun than the night out itself.

In the taxi, once they were alone, Asha had snuggled against him and slipped her fingers between the buttons of his shirt to linger over his smooth abs before she began stroking the bulge in his jeans. With a groan, Ricky cupped her jaw in his hands and took control of her mouth. He plundered its depths with his tongue the way he intended to immerse other parts of his body in her heat, as soon as they got home.

“Wasn’t it exciting watching that guy prepare the food? The chef was so capable,” she breathed, in a way that made ‘capable’ sound like code for something more explicit.

“He knew his way around a kitchen alright,” Ricky agreed, struggling to squash a prickle of indignation.

“His hands were so… nimble,” her voice was hushed in awe, “I couldn’t help imagining them on me.”

“You want to be treated like a piece of meat?” he scoffed. 

“Sometimes, yeah; I crave being handled firmly and put in my place.” The tip of Asha’s tongue poked out and wet her top lip, mischief flashing in her eyes. Rick sensed the crackle of challenge in the air and his body went on alert.

“I’m not wearing any panties,” Asha whispered in his ear, tickling the fine hairs against his neck.

Immediately Ricky’s semi stiffened further, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself.

He growled, low and menacing, so that only she could hear, “You’re a very bad girl.”

Asha responded with a throaty giggle and an exaggerated look of innocence.

“Perhaps you need to teach me a lesson.”

She continued teasing him, rubbing the outline of his prick which lay trapped behind the denim and sucking lasciviously on his middle finger. Everything in him coiled and sizzled, but he wouldn’t pounce yet, neither of them wanted to give the taxi driver a free show. Lord knows how, but Ricky managed to hold back until they got home. He almost threw the fare at the driver, happy to overpay, he was so eager to get Asha inside the house.

“Now then, wicked minx,” Ricky leered. He expressed his frustration by caging Asha against the interior wall, with strong arms braced on either side of her head. “Try using that pretty mouth for something other than talking.”

Heat flashed in her eyes at his command, he knew she was as turned on as him. She sank immediately to her knees, fumbling to loosen the buckle of his belt and lower the zip of his fly.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” she crooned and cupped his balls reverentially.

Rick watched as she licked her lips and parted them in anticipation. His dick quickly unfurled from his trousers, springing eagerly towards her mouth for attention.

Asha had an oral technique that Rick really savoured. The heat of her mouth and the energetic way she salivated as she bobbed on his length, laving and swirling her tongue, had him swollen and hard as iron in seconds. She moaned as she sucked, treating his precum as a delicious treat, and the vibrations from her noises of appreciation drove him wild. When she sank her head so low that she consumed him, she also cupped his balls, drawing her fingers against his flesh with a silky touch as if assessing their quality. A spark of sensation sped from his plums to the crown of his dick, a jolt like electricity that continued to hum in his veins.

“I ought to put you over my knee and give you a spanking,” he told her, combing through her long hair for a sensuous moment, before he drew it up tight, forcing Asha to slow her fellatio. Her expression, when she looked up at him, was both feisty and imploring; she was loving this.

“No knickers in public: Tsk! Next time I demand to know before we leave the house. Your omission deprived me of some obscene imaginings.” While Rick’s expression darkened with lust, he loosened his grip on her hair. “However that mouth of yours may have redeemed you.”

When he pulled her up from her knees he used her hair to draw her closer, pressing her lips against his. The musk of his glans was on her tongue and he enjoyed that she tasted of him. She might have got hot for the chef back in the restaurant, but she was coming home with him and he owned every part of her.

“Pick your punishment, bad girl Asha, how should I fuck you?”

“Use me Rick,” she rasped, somewhat raw from throating his length so deep. “I love it when you take your pleasure however you want to.”

Quickly Rick shucked off his jeans in the hallway and pushed Asha towards the stairs. She knelt two steps up, bracing her hands in front of her. Her dark eyes watched over her shoulder as he advanced, with a look of intent. His God-given-talent was straining for action, as he walked it swayed towards her arse. Rick spat in his palm and used one hand lazily, to stroke up and down its length, before thumbing its leaking essence over the swollen tip. Asha flicked out her tongue, evidently wanton and hungry for another taste. But she groaned with delight when he pulled her tight skirt up around her waist.

The sight that greeted him made more precum leak in appreciation: Her pussy was as pretty as a peach and dripping with nectar. Without delay Rick pressed his face against her ass, parting those fleshy globes to allow his tongue to stroke the pink folds of her slit. She was hot and excited, and her tangy juices quickly coated his tongue. He loved that she was needy for his cock, and he was just as eager to show her some loving. He licked slow and deep, tasting her wetness like a gourmet. Rick enjoyed every nuance of the textures and flavours Asha shared with him. He took time to nudge and tickle her taint with his fingertip as he lapped at her labia. In response. she gasped enthusiastically and dipped her back for more.

When he nudged her legs wider so her pussy lips parted, he had to fight the urge to thrust. His display of passion should be tantalisingly drawn out, rather than rushed. Never mind that his prick had begun to strain like a divining rod toward his woman’s sweet spot. He planned to ride her hard, bury his shaft and empty his balls that ached to drill and fill her.

“Get ready girl,” he said.

Asha dropped a hand between her thighs, obediently spreading her flesh for his invasion.

With a practised thrust and jerk, Rick sank his length deep into Asha, which felt like dipping into molten lava. As he pressed forward he appreciated her tightness. A soft grunt of satisfaction escaped to chime with his partner’s eager moans of encouragement. He held her hips to probe deep inside, aiming for her g-spot, while urging Asha to rub her clit. Her body jolted when he angled his broad torso over her. Every firm drive made her tits swing and his balls slap her ass.

“Oh, please take me,” Asha groaned, strumming against her nub with slick fingers.

A curtain of her dark hair hung forward, obscuring her face, and Rick was tempted to sink his teeth into the soft curve between her shoulders and neck. Tonight he felt primal and alpha, they were rutting as nature intended and he wanted to claim his mate. He sensed his climax gathering, drawing up from his core, a blur of heat and energy, but he wanted to be sure she was ready.

“Yes, yes!” Asha exclaimed.

When she mashed her clit she began to come undone. She gasped and her pussy pulsed, clutching at his length, hastening Rick towards the brink as her muscles tightened around his cock, a drumbeat of pleasure.

Rick speared his mate with one final, g-spot-grazing lunge, before dragging his cock out, loving the way her pussy stretched and moved around it. With great satisfaction, jism pulsed in pearly ropes, splashing over Asha’s curvy backside to spatter down her thighs.

What a night it had been! Ricky mused fondly, pulling ingredients out of the fridge and larder. So today he planned to greet Asha as her own, personal, naked cooking chef, and impress her with his culinary prowess. He sharpened his professional knives. He rinsed and prepped the ingredients, slicing and dicing fresh vegetables, keeping one eye on the clock, to have things ready for when Asha got home.

He’d bought steak that morning, after his agent rang to confirm he’d got the modelling campaign he’d auditioned for, so Rick felt no guilt splashing out on a piece that had been matured. Once home, he’d taken the time to mix herbs and spices to create his own rub. As he massaged this into the thick cut of meat, his thoughts became erotically charged, imagining his hands caressing the springy yet tender globes of Asha’s backside.

The salad was tossed, the meat was ready to grill, when he heard the click of the front door and Asha’s high heels tapped the hard floor.

“I’m home,” she sang out.

“In the kitchen,” Rick answered.

Her expression was one of delight when she saw him in his apron, and she leaned forward to kiss him across the counter. Rick couldn’t contain his smirk, aware her gaze was feasting on his bare arms and wondering what else was on display. He offered her wine and fetched the bottle and two glasses. That’s when he surmised Asha’s realisation dawned, she clearly saw his impudently nude buttocks, when he turned away.

Rick kept a straight face and made no acknowledgement of his naked state. He listened to Asha talk about her work meeting, before he shared his good news about the job.

“It’s starting to happen,” he said with a grin.

“To your good fortune.”

She lifted her glass to his and leaned in to kiss him, crushing her lips against his, and he tasted the berry notes of the wine. Then she set her glass down and moved behind him.

“What have we here? I’ve never seen Gordon Ramsey cook without trousers.” She sighed and rubbed her breasts and pelvis lasciviously against Rick’s naked back and rump.

“Maybe not Gordon,” he pressed back against her, to grind his butt into her mons. Her pert nipples pebbled behind the silky fabric of her blue dress. “But isn’t Jamie Oliver famous for being the naked chef?”

“I think I heard that.” Asha’s voice purred close to his ear, sending shivers down Rick’s spine. “I think you’re wise to protect yourself with an apron.”

She reached around his waist and groped under the canvas where his cock was already at half-mast with anticipation.

“Are we having meat for dinner?” She teased, “I feel in the mood for something to really fill me up.”

He turned to face her and they kissed, mouths open to let tangling tongues speak for their passion. Rick’s apron couldn’t conceal his excitement, Asha groped his length eagerly, then encouraged him to remove it.

“You’re still dressed, it seems you have me at a disadvantage,” Rick stood there buck naked, but Asha sank to her knees taking his erection tenderly in both hands.

“Have you been waiting for me, you beautiful thing?” Asha’s full lips brushed against the smooth dome of his cock, nibbling along its length and sucking avidly around its tip.

Rick gasped and leaned back against the counter, allowing his partner full access. She alternately licked and complimented his size and length. She showed her appreciation by leisurely circling around the frenulum with her tongue. Her saliva was flowing and it was easy for his cock to slide deep into her sloppy mouth. Her eyes were watering as his size stretched her throat and he looked on in admiration as she accommodated almost every inch of his length. Her enthusiasm never wavered and his wand was soon streaked with saliva that dripped down her chin as she sucked and teased him. It nearly made his head explode when the back of her throat tightened around him. While Asha was sighing and humming, Rick couldn’t help but admire: Oooof girl, you’re getting it all in! While she devoured him like a popsicle treat.

Even in the midst of all the head-swirling sensations, Ricky experienced a curious delight to be in his naked state while she was still fully dressed in her kingfisher blue silk gown. His breathing quickened when she squeezed his balls, softly fondling and rolling them with her fingers while engulfing his tool down to its root and swallowing, so her throat muscles pressed against his tip. It was a delicious torment but he knew he would have to stop her, otherwise their fun would be over too soon. So he drew her up to standing, then turned and lifted her body, so that he’d raised her to sit on the counter surface. It seemed a good moment to reach under her dress to locate and remove her skimpy white panties.

Asha’s licking and sucking had Ricky humming with desire and he wanted to return the favour. He pressed Asha’s legs apart and her pussy opened like a flower. He lowered to his knees and fastened his lips to her clit, licking and dabbing with his tongue. Her labia were swollen with excitement and he enjoyed her smoothness as he licked upward from her hole in delicious long strokes. When he lavished her bean with sucks and nibbles, she shuddered; he’d made it stand proud and then Rick breathed on it and Asha cried out. Like the jewel at the apex of her slit, it was eager and grateful for his attention. Her juices ran freely, glossing her lips and coating his chin, with salty sweetness.

Asha rocked her hips against his face, she sighed in rapture with closed eyes, seemingly determined to enjoy the blissful sensations. Soon she was biting her lips and moaning, becoming so fidgety from Rick’s teasing that he needed to hold her foot against the counter edge.

“I’m cumming,” she warned, raising her hips and dropping her head back.

Rick didn’t stop or slow, continuing to delve into her snatch with two fingers, seeking out the ridges of her g-spot to massage with his long, lean digits. Asha panted and keened then suddenly she squirted, drenching his hand with cyprine fluid.

Rick gauged the time was right and rose to his feet and notched his prick into her pussy, claiming his prize one inch at a time, while using her spread legs for purchase. Once he had sunk into her depths, he was ready to rock against her, bouncing against her with deft, urgent lunges which made them both gasp with their intensity. The kitchen resounded with the slaps of her damp thighs against his torso, his balls against her arse.

Then Rick held Asha’s legs higher, a move that enabled him to bury his pole to the hilt and pound rhythmically, stroking her g-spot with each probe.

“I’ve got you where I want you,” his voice was low, husky with lust.

“Stop,” she panted, “I’m too hot in this dress.”

Rick laughed. “Let me unwrap you.” He removed the sash belt, lifting the dress over her head and flinging it aside. “You’re my present.”

Asha only wore a white lacy bra, and he eagerly tugged down the cups, revealing both nipples.

“I want to fuck you.” Rick knew some dirty talk would turn her on. He spun her to face the counter. “Now be a good girl and take my hard cock without complaint.”

“Give it to me,” Asha eagerly lowered her torso onto the surface, dipping her back to tilt her ass provocatively.

Rick reached forward, taking a breast in each hand to make one of her favourite moves. He slid his cock between the lips of her labia, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, coating his length with Asha’s creamy fluids. She sighed with each nudge of his cock against her humming clit. It was both stimulating and tempting. It was Rick’s teasing appetiser to make his lover eager to take his whole length. He’d have her pussy drooling for him to shaft her, to power deep, stretching her to accommodate his heft, but for now, he teased, keeping her hovering on the brink.

“Please …” Asha gasped.

Rick yanked open a kitchen drawer, then hoisted up her leg. She needed a foothold for him to gain better access to her sweet rump.

“All mine!” Rick growled, gripping her hips so his fingers dug into her flesh. He powered into her with an explosive energy, drowning in the heat and sweet tightness of her slit.

Although Asha’s pussy was well-oiled by her earlier orgasm, taking his thickness so suddenly made her bite her knuckle. To increase the angle Rick leaned back, with shoulders against the cupboards behind him, and she gasped at the sensation. He wanted to fuck into her with long slow strokes, to have her dizzy with waves of pleasure. Asha’s yelps and moans were spurring him on, he lost himself to the bliss of her tight walls pulsing around him, massaging and milking him till he thought his balls might burst.

Rick kept his head and pulled out in time. He dredged up copious, hot spurts of jism, which sprayed from his tip to coat Asha’s trembling thighs, but his hardness showed no sign of flagging. He was determined to coax one more climax from his lady and fed his dick between her soft petals to continue reaming her from behind.

After several tingling forays, Asha abruptly halted.

“I need to fuck you now,” she clambered off his cock to reposition herself.

“You want this for dinner?” Rick joked, then boosted himself onto the counter, his dick was still standing proud.

Asha climbed after him, mounting Rick’s pelvis so she sat astride him. Then, with a gleam in her eye, she sank down, encompassing his full length. He used his strong hands to take the weight of her torso, and they undulated together in a hypnotic rhythm of rise and fall, which soon found her bouncing eagerly in his lap.

Asha was poetry in motion. Her beautiful face contorted with delight. He drilled deep inside, fuelling her arousal with gasoline. Every kegel muscle squeezed his cock, betraying her imminent climax. He knew her well enough that he gauged it was within reach. Her torso rippled and she bit her lip, gazing into Rick’s eyes. The look of love and adoration she surely saw reflected was tipping her over the edge. With a tremor in her voice, Asha groaned that she needed to cum.

“Let go, babe,” Rick encouraged her, “give it to me.”

So she did, making every liquid throb her gift to him. She closed her eyes, allowing each twitch of her ecstatic pussy to press inwards, massaging him from tip to root. Her body’s responses concentrated in that moment. Rick took satisfaction from her shudders and aftershocks around the sensitive flesh of his glans.

With a replete grin, Asha soon recovered enough to lift herself off his lap. Rick’s erection still had not diminished and she encompassed it with her hand, stroking him gently.

“I don’t know how you do it, but I’m impressed.” Her heavy-lidded eyes seemed to prove her point. “You just fucked me every which way!”

With an earthy chuckle, Ricky reached for his wine glass to take a well-earned sip.

“I blame you,” he said. “Your body excites me, your personality teases me, so my dick always rises to the occasion!”

“You say the sweetest things, Rick.”

Asha leaned forward to kiss him, her bare nipples grazing his sculpted pectorals.

“My perfect model. Let’s raise a glass to your agent,” she toasted them both with a wink, then as an afterthought, “And the gym.”

He grinned then took another sip. “Let’s get this steak sizzling.”

“First put that apron back on, darling. I’d hate to see you get burned.” Asha leaned in to kiss her lover again.

The End

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Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:02 PM - No Replies

   



Antonia’s eyes light up as her gaze locks with mine, her joy matching my own as we enter through the wooden gate.

Yesterday my neighbour had told me about this clearing, a crop circle in the middle of his field, and I immediately made plans to bring Antonia to it. We loved outdoor sex—to frolic in the delightful sunshine buck naked when we pleasured each other, so this hidden spot sounded ideal. I told her about my idea over breakfast burritos, and that lusty expression she gets when she’s horny had blazed bright. Her eyes had roamed my chest, then drifted back up, and she smiled salaciously. She was all in for our nature sexscapade before I had even finished describing the situation.

I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. She glances at me. Her absolute glee sets my heart rate aflutter. My girlfriend is the sexiest creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the fact that she’s been mine for the last year still astonishes me. How did I get this lucky to garner the likes of this woman? I erase any doubt on my face before she sees it. I’m not going to question it for long because there is too much enjoyment at hand.

“No one will see us, Antonia,” I say as we part the vegetation with our footsteps. In the back of my mind, I wonder if my neighbour told me about this secluded clearing so that he could watch us. He knows we’re outdoor fuckers and this would be like his very own lesbian outdoor porn story.

“Well, you know I don’t care if they do,” she says with a giggle, she looks beautifully relaxed and carefree.

I know exactly what she means because being watched doing anything sexual rages up my lust too. “I’m kind of hoping we do get spotted.” Part of me wishes I had hinted to my neighbour so he’d come spy on us. “A horny peeping Tom, or Tomalynn, would be so hot.”

She snatches my hand in hers, and we tear through the waving stalks of wheat—the full splendour of feeling free bursting from us as we race along. The wind lifts and plays with her luscious brown locks, and her sundress hem claps against her bare thigh as she scoots along. All I can think about is her big O face, which wets my pussy lips further. I’m thrilled we are running because physical exercise always helps my climaxes be extra delicious.

“I see it ahead,” she says loudly while looking back at me.

I smile at her, and her giddiness makes mine swell.

“We are gonna have such a good fuck session. I can’t wait,” I say through my panting.

We rush into the clearing in the vegetation and both of us flip our sundresses off in two seconds flat. No underwear or bra needed when one is going to a field to moan and climax. 

I bite my lip as I gaze upon her yummy pink nipples. I can’t wait to get my mouth around her gorgeous feminine nuggets. I shove all thoughts of work aside, even though my project deadline threatens my mood. Right now is my time with Antonia, and yes, we are playing hooky from work, but how could we not on such a day full of sunshine and lust?

Golden sun. Golden crops. This hidden crop circle is most glorious, and it couldn’t be more perfect for a scissor fuck.

We plop down on the blanket, and Antonia pulls the camera out of her bag. That had been her last-minute idea as we left the house. A photoshoot in a sun-bathed clearing in the middle of a field sounded perfect to me. I was all in. A nature boudoir image to commemorate the day was beyond brilliant. I’m instantly even happier I bought her that camera for her birthday. It seemed kind of frivolous to buy a Polaroid Instant, and it hadn’t been easy to find, but getting the photos printed out right on the spot is seriously fun.

I drink in the creaminess of her bare skin as the sun shines upon it. I caress her body as we engage in a brief, delicious kiss. She tastes like mint. She looks nothing short of a Goddess, playful and horny. The best combination in a girlfriend. I need her giggles, so I snatch a piece of wheat and tickle the bottom of her foot. She shoos me away with a joyful expression, but I go after her again until she grabs the camera.

Time for sexy fun poses. I clap in delight.

I stand and don’t care a lick that my naked top half is above the shield of the plants. I raise my arm in a sexy stance, the almost celestial glory of my sexuality singing out in the vastness of the field as I pose. I sit, and she snaps another pic, and hands the photo to me. I glance at it and place it carefully to the side. A treasure to add to the memories of this sexy day.

She tilts her head and gestures for me to photograph her. Her smile is teasing, wanton and I just want to make her come. She situates her lovely form away from me and grins backwards. It’s a pussy-wetting smile that I return.

Time stands still as I lay back, and she takes pics of me lounging on the blanket. A soft gust of wind tickles my skin. The tease of the vegetation as it gyrates in the breeze around us reminds me that we will be undulating our hips in a pussy-to-pussy fuck very soon. The thought swells inside me, and my lust rages higher.

We kiss, our constantly moving hands showing our hunger for each other’s flesh.

I tangle my limbs into hers, us touching, kissing, caressing. A hungry elegance blossoms as I suckle her erect nipples. This sexual crop circle is our stage under the brilliance of the blue sky.

Her skin is too lush not to touch. I can’t get enough of her. We rub our breasts against each other’s, the heat between us bearing its warm fruit. She’s ripe for the plucking, and I intend to savour every morsel.

She pats my legs open.

“All that you want, sweet baby,” I murmur as she gives me a desirous look.

“My pussy,” she utters as her hands caress my upper thighs.

“Yes, all yours,” I repeat.

She kisses me passionately. The smacking sounds of our kissing heightens my want. Her soft moans are so yummy. I love it when she’s this turned on and devours my kiss with hers.

Our mouths dance as we flick each other’s tongue tips.

She tells me with her eyes that she’s going to eat me out something fierce. Damn, girl, I’m more than ready.

“Please,” I beg in a whisper.

My breathing blooms into panting as she laps at my hot core. I slowly lay my head back and explore my own hardened nips as she continues to eat me out. I open my eyes and wonder how I didn’t notice that plane overhead before now. It’s literally hovering right above us, likely getting a nice view of Antonia’s bobbing milky white ass.

I catch her gaze and jerk my head upwards. She spots the plane above and smiles huge as she devours my clit.

What an ideal addition to our play in this spot hidden by land, but deliciously exposed to the sky.

She licks my folds like she’s enjoying a lollipop. Her attention to my crevice fuels my desire further as she rides her tongue up and down my slit. I moan out my pleasure.

I imagine my pussy lips must be glistening in the sunlight from my own juices and her saliva. I bite my lip through a smile as she’s enjoying her oral feast. It’s certainly a mutual pleasure and my arousal is growing.

I hold her head as she bobs against my swelling vulva lips. She parts my folds with her tongue and dives in for deeper licks. Our moans grow louder as the plane flies off into the distance. It circles quickly and begins its journey back to view our sexual show from above.

I ride her tongue with my pelvic gyrations. Fuck. She’s going to make me cum. And bless her for it. She hums against my kitty and the vibrations fling me up the orgasm hill fast. Her hard full-on clit suck is so well timed, followed by her jiggling suction as she works my sensitive bean. I’m getting so close now.

She grips my breast as she mouth fucks my pussy. This girl has mad pussy eating skills, this I knew, but being watched from above has me edging so far that I’m going to climax on her sweet face too soon.

Bingo. She’s got me on my way. My clitoris sends contractions to my vagina and my body jerks as she bounces her sealed lips aggressively at that perfect spot.

I cum hard, coating her face in my juices, my release sending jolts of electricity through my spine.

She massages my outer lower lips and gives them a peck.

We kiss and I taste my juices on her lush lips.

“Mmmm,” I say softly.

The sun glints off her golden earrings as I press my index finger into her mouth. She hungrily sucks as we hold each other’s lusty gazes.

I point at her with a wicked expression. She obeys and lies back.

I kiss down her beautiful body, from her mouth, to tummy, to pussy, and begin my oral vulva massage. Her wet lower lips are my special treat.

Inspecting her expertly shaped triangle of pubic peach fuzz, I enjoy the sounds of the hovering plane above, hoping they enjoy our show as much as we seem to be enjoying them watching it.

Her sounds are so sweet and delightful as I begin my gobbling of her womanhood, petting her with my tongue as her whimpers grace my ears.

She plays with her own nipples as I savour her in nature’s bed. I need her mouth, so I crawl up for a kiss while I finger her with increasing intent. I’m going to make her cum and soon.

Her body bounces against my panting, and she makes that sound I love. My oral consumption of her is working beautifully with my plan. Edge her as long as I can stand it, then make her plummet into a juicy release.

I love how she watches me work her pussy into a frenzy. Her wanton whimpers egg me on to do my absolute best. We kiss again, and I pump her clit aggressively. Her lips are slippery and warm. I can’t wait for her to cum again.

“Mmm, yeah,” she murmurs as she presses her head to mine.

Her climax begins its control of her body as he pussy spasms around my fingers. She goes into the throes of a building orgasm, into that scrumptious tensing, twitching, then stupendous release as she pants harder.

Fuck yes, I’m getting her there damn good. I absolutely love watching her cum. She giggles as her body relaxes, the euphoria of post-climaxing evident.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, my hot breath puffing against her warm flesh.

I pop my finger in her mouth so she can get a taste of her orgasm. She greedily enjoys her flavour off my skin, complete with mouth pops of satisfaction.

We kiss.

Oh, we aren’t done. Her fingers find my swollen vulva again.

“Right here,” she says as she pats the ground between her legs.

She sits behind me, spooning my back. I scoot towards her, so we are flush back to tummy. I adore the swell of her breasts on my shoulder blades. We cradle each other in our reswelling lust. We will get to orgasm over and over again, time means nothing.

Her touch is so arousing. She takes my nipple between her fingers, and I moan against her hungry grabs. We both make such yummy sounds of enjoyment, moaning, whimpering, sighing. I wish the pilot could hear us.

I nestle my buns into the soft blanket below us as she milks my pussy along. She gives me a dab of myself off her fingers and it pushes me quickly closer to another blissful peak.

How many times will we get to cum in this secret paradise?

There’s just no end in sight to this ecstasy.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice something moving. I jerk my head further in that direction. It’s a man. He’s got a huge grin on his face.

I scoff and smile sheepishly at him as he approaches us. His body is half covered by vegetation, but his top half is visible. He has on overalls, a red plaid flannel shirt, with a straw cowboy hat atop his head.

The farmer—my neighbour.

“We have a spectator,” I say with excitement.

“We do?” She looks in the direction of my gaze. “Oh, indeed we do. How lovely.”

We both wave him closer.

“Hi,” I say wondering if he will kick us out.

“Hello,” he says, still grinning huge.

“Um, we are kind of squatting on your land. So sorry. It just looked like such a delicious place to fuck.”

He laughs heartily. “Indeed. I just had to stroll over and see what all the movement was. You two enjoying yourselves?”

I breathe a sigh of relief. At least he’s not calling the police on us for public nudity.

“Yes, very much so,” I say with a finger swipe down my mound.

“I couldn’t have imagined I’d find such a glorious sight as you two in the middle of my field.” The twinkle in his eyes hinting he wants more.

“Well, we can leave if we are bothering you.” Antonia caresses my breast boldly right in front of him. “Or, you can join us.”

His head jerks back as he releases a guffaw. “Did you just say that? Or am I dreaming?”

“Oh, she said it alright. Care to get naked? We both like cock too.”

He grins so big it enflames my lust.

He doesn’t say a word but undoes the straps from his overalls. My eyes travel his broad chest taking in what promises to be a very fit farmer’s body.

His walk through the field seduces me further as he undoes a button with each step. The excitement in his eyes is delicious.

“You sure about this?” he asks as he shoves his denim down his legs and steps out. The firmness of his pecks and the washboard stomach peeking through his open flannel call to my fingers. I just want to run my hands down those ridges and pull his erection out of his underwear.

“Wow,” Antonia mutters. “Farm life suits you.” She chuckles as she presses her fingers to her clit.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Well, at least I have something other than a bushel of grain to show for all my hard work.”

He slips his underwear down his thighs, making his hardened cock swing out. He has a generous thick dick which I thirst to have riding my cunt.

“You are like a gift just appearing like this.” I hold his gaze as he nods.

“I’m all yours.” He sways his hips which makes his hardon tick-tock back and forth. “Tell me where you want me, I’ve never shied from a woman asking exactly for what she wants.”

Permission granted.

Antonia and I advance towards him on our hands and knees, both meeting each other’s eyes, then his bright blue ones as we crawl. My breasts sway beneath me, my nipples fully erect.

We sit at his feet ready to worship this magnificent cock of his. I run my hands up his firm shins. Antonia is a bit ahead of me showing her eagerness, she’s already got her fingers mid-thigh.

Her hand wraps his cock in an instant and she begins to stroke him. He groans out deeply expressing his extreme pleasure at her touch.

“Oh, fuck do I need this,” he says appreciatively.

Antonia and I catch each other and nod. We both tip our heads sideways and place our mouths on his shaft. We suckle his taut firm boner making our way up to his fat cockhead. He places a hand on each of our heads as we take turns bobbing our mouths on him.

He grunts and man-growls as we aggressively give him head. His body twitches when I hum on his meat. Antonia pulls me off and deep-throats him with a gag.

His body jerks violently as he groans out climaxing. Antonia expertly swallows his seed. This is her forte, not mine. I grin as I watch her take all of his spunk like a pro.

His expression is beautiful and endearing, so full of relief and pleasure as he dips his head back and flings his hat off in one swoop. His hair is lush dark brown with a bit of a wave. I long to run my fingers through his thick hair. He’s a gorgeous man with no wedding ring on his finger.

His torso gyrates as Antonia continues to suck him off. She sits back and wipes her lips. I grab her and press my tongue into her mouth. I want to taste this man too.

He palms his cock gently. “That was fucking amazing. Thank you. Can I be of further service to you ladies?”

Antonia smiles politely. “No, but you can watch us if you like. We love onlookers.”

He strokes his cock as he takes a step back. “Have your stage ladies. I’m a happy, and very appreciative, audience.”

We giggle and entwine our limbs as we lay back and make out.

“Such a gentleman,” I say into Antonia’s ear.

I glance up every so often to see if he’s still watching us and it turns me on that he is still watching, cock in hand.

My attention turns to Antonia, she’s so sexy she consumes all my focus without even trying. We kiss as she molests me, spanks my clit hard. The hard strikes send wonderful jolts through my pelvis. Fuck, I love when she does that. I press her hand to my swollen clit head and moan loudly as I peak with body undulations against her finger press.

So damn good.

She claims my nipple and twists it as I enjoy the bath of endorphins flooding my body. I sigh in post orgasm glow.

I reposition to face her and spread my legs. I swish my fingers back and forth in a scissor motion. She happily follows suit with an acknowledging sound.

Time to scissor fuck. My favourite.

We nestle our bodies together, pussy to pussy, legs over legs. It’s a slice of heaven as we pussy ride each other, a gorgeous dance of feminine parts. Another pussy juice taste, and she runs her lush tongue over her lips.

Our pelvises gyrate, and our lower bodies make skin smacks as we scissor. Wet lips meeting wet lips in an ever-increasing show of our love. We pick up the speed as those delicious taps turn into more as we pound against each other’s pussies. The wet sounds of our moistening flesh mashing together are intoxicating and gratifying.

I ram my pelvis into hers… smack, smack, smack.

Her eyes glaze into pure lust as she responds with her own pelvic thrusts into me.

I grip her thigh for our hot core ride, rubbing, thrusting, and rotating my hips in circles to stimulate her female parts with mine. Our mutual rise is evident as we combine our privates on repeat, our slits scrumptious saddles for each other’s pleasure. We will each take our own get off. My only hope is it’s at the same time.

I slap her tit and she laughs but doesn’t stop her pounding of me.

Her eyes roll as she grasps my neck, her fingertips digging into my flesh.

Our mouths are both open wide panting as she lays down, her left breast rubbing my knee as we both savour this sensual journey. We grind ourselves together, the passion between us exploding, ever-flowing like the sunshine.

She presses my butt cheek to brace herself and she fucks me like the Goddess she is.

I take charge. I sit up and pump myself against her, coasting us onto the brink of coming.

We get a hold of each other’s necks and work each other’s bodies fast to max our own rises.

The farmer groans out loudly. “Oh fuck yes, that’s so hot as fuck. Gawd yes!”

My enjoyment explodes beyond gratification to know he’s still watching us. I’m getting close to climaxing, and his presence is heightening it all.

I fondle her neck as my face spurs into a wanton grimace. I’m close. We ride each other, each of us a master of the speed and pressure we need to burst into that amazing release.

A slice of heaven descends upon us as we both blast into our full-blown orgasms. Our panting sounds and moans become rapid as we both enjoy the hormones that bathe our insides with euphoric pleasure. The orgasmic afterglow seizes us. She giggles and it’s so satisfying to hear and see the look of ecstasy on her face. I undulate my body against hers, soaking up every speck of enjoyment of our cum-soaked pussies joined.

We clasp our hands and kiss as the plane makes another pass over the top of us. We’ve had such fabulous watchers. I press my forehead to hers and we nuzzle into another familiar kiss. I’m home with her, no matter where we have sex.

We stare into each other’s eyes, caress each other’s skin. Another beautiful lovemaking session in the book of our womanly love.

A gentle kiss. Soft face touches. We are the luckiest on Earth.

I glance around for our horny farmer, but he’s gone.

We lay back, thighs wide, wet lips airing out, drying slightly in the warm sun.

The magic is real as we lay together. The swaying of the vegetation around us is dreamy. With our heads in the shade, we come down gently off our highs.

“Well, that was fun as fuck. I’m so thrilled his peeping tom turned into a damn good cock suck.” She smiles. “He had a really nice dick.”

I giggle. “No doubt, and, yep, me too. And speaking of that, I’m hungry,” I sigh, not wanting to leave just yet.

“Me too,” Antonia says. “Let’s go home and eat. I made that pasta salad this morning. I knew we’d work up an appetite.”

“Oh, bless you, my love. You’re a genius. And that was epic. Pure bliss.”

She grins. “And how about our peeping pilot? How hot was that?”

I caress her once more because I can’t seem to get enough. “I know, right. That was delicious. And he kept coming back.”

“How do you know it was a he?” she asks innocently.

“I don’t, but in my mind, he is.”

She laughs, then sits up. “Let’s go home, babe.”

She rises and dons her blue dress. I slip my white one over my head, then grab the photos, the camera, and the pillows.

She folds up the blanket. We walk hand in hand. We make our way back through the field, leaving our little hidden sex spot behind us but taking the memories deep in our hearts with us. The day will be tough to top, but I have no doubts we will.

The End

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Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:00 PM - No Replies

   



The very first thing she did when we moved in was to run into the garden, hands in the air, as if she’d just scored the winning goal in a cup final and shouted, “I just love this garden!”

She turned to me with the broadest of smiles and said, “It’s ours. It’s actually ours.”

She said that pretty much where I’m sitting now—just outside the patio doors, which lead to the kitchen.

She was always more interested in the garden than the house. She kept saying that it had so much potential. I could see her planning borders and vistas in her mind as we were shown around. She hardly looked at the rooms.

And as she flung her arms around me all those years ago, kissing me excitedly, ignoring the celebratory champagne that I was holding out for her, she whispered, “This is a garden to fuck in.”

Eventually she took the glass and raised it towards me. “We are going to have such fun out here.”

And she was so fucking right. We had a ball.

The first thing she wanted to do in the garden after we’d moved in was to create a wild flower area. She always liked meadows with the red of the poppies clashing with the bright blue of the cornflowers, held together with the frothy blooms of cow parsley and wild carrot.

Nothing could sum her up better than that meadow she created in the area on the brow of the small hill. Colourful. Wild. Natural. Like those wildflowers, she grabbed any opportunity to grow and flourish.

Not that the rest of the garden was wild. It had several different areas, each reflecting parts of her character.

Looking back, my personal favourite was the cottage border near the patio. It was more formal that the meadow, packed with perennials. Delphiniums, irises, geraniums, lady’s mantle. All neatly layered in clumps.

But, to be honest, it wasn’t really the flowers that did it for me. It was one particular memory of what we did there, which was anything but formal.

It was a warm June morning and she’d rushed out of the house upon waking and spent the first few hours pulling out a few weeds and sharing cups of tea with the birds, listening to their calls and being part of nature. She slept nude and she’d not bothered to dress. She didn’t need to, given the temperature. And she loved being naked outside.

I caught her walking back to the kitchen to make another brew. She looked so hot—magnificent boobs, curvy arse. She scolded me for missing the best part of the day as she filled the kettle.

“Join me on the patio,” she said. I was about to throw on some clothes first, but she made it very clear that we should be out in nature, as nature intended. 

So, I took a tray with teapot, mugs and a jug of milk, and put it on the table by the wall.

We hadn’t been at the house long, and it was one of the first times I had sat there. I noticed from my chair that I could almost be seen from next door’s bedroom. She was totally in view.

Well, of course she was.

A few months earlier, I might have suggested she pulled her chair closer to mine, but by now, I knew it best to leave her be.

And then she waved. The guy next door was opening the curtains. I’ll never know who saw each other first, but my hunch is that she saw him and instinctively snatched the moment.

“You must come round and have a cuppa with us,” she shouted. “It’ll be your last chance to see the peonies, they’ll be over in a day or two.”

She loved peonies. They bloomed for a brilliant, blousy, eye-grabbing few weeks. And then they were gone until next year. She’d planted a row of a delicate cream variety, which had a subtle, lingering scent when they opened.

Astonishingly, our neighbour came around. To this day I am amazed that he appeared. Was it her exuberance, the peonies, or her nakedness that lured him through our unlocked side gate?

I was about to get up to grab some boxers, but she placed a firm hand on my thigh. I was to stay exactly where I was. When it came to sex, she was the boss.

Her brazen approach to all things sexual had been what attracted me to her. I was intrigued by her naughtiness as she described it. She did what I’d like to do, but never had the nerve.

She often did outrageous things and I was learning, slowly, to go with the flow and fight my natural reaction to hold off, consider the risks and be more measured. “You’ve got to go for it,” she used to say, “you never know how long you’ve got.”

Our neighbour was a good-looking chap, a few years younger than me. He was in his usual smart attire—branded polo shirt and shorts.

“You’re over-dressed,” she teased, adding, “I hope you’re OK with us like this…”

She pulled up a chair and asked if I would go and get a mug. I felt awkward being naked in front of him and didn’t want to move, happy to be shielded by the table.

But she gave me a shove. I had to get up. I gave an embarrassed smile and tried to avoid eye contact, but noticed that he was taking a peek at her breasts.

When I returned, he was seated at the table, taking his top off. “I said he should take it off, just to even things up,” she laughed. “And the bottom half,” she added cheekily. “It’s so much more fun.” He paused, so she gave him a similar shove to mine, only less forceful.

He shrugged, gave half a laugh, stood up and pulled his shorts and boxers off, folding them neatly on top of his shirt.

And so we were sitting there, naked, having a cup of tea in bone china mugs and talking about her cottage border, in which her peonies were currently the star of the show.

As she started talking about the heleniums and astrantias, which would provide late summer colour, I felt a finger on my thigh. It started to crawl upwards towards my cock, pausing to trace small circles, like a vine tendril searching for a grip.

By the time she reached my balls, I was hard. Fucking hard. And then she started to run a fingernail up and down the opening in my helmet, teasing out my ‘nectar’ as she called it, before smoothing it over the rest of my nib. I flowed and could feel my wetness make its way down my shaft.

She made cheeky eye contact with me, and I knew she was working up to something sensational. She raised an eyebrow towards me as if to say, hold on, trust me, jump with me.

This amazing nervous energy pulsed through my body and into my limbs. My head felt dizzy. I was trembling. My foot was tapping. My breathing was short. I was tingling all over. And my thighs were soaked with nectar.

I had no idea what she was going to do next, where she was going to take me. Her. The three of us. But I just knew whatever happened next, whatever magic she was going to conjure up, it was going to be fucking hot and fucking naughty.

And then she stopped, and I can remember this next bit so clearly. She took her hand away and left my prick alone.

My erection remained solid as I was wondering what she was up to, before realising that she working on our neighbour’s prick. While she held a mug of tea on one hand, elbow on the table, I could see her other arm move rhythmically. She was wanking him. And that was such a turn on. Countless fantasies about what the three of us might do were forming in my mind.

I needed to be fucked so much. The tease had gone on as far as it could. I needed to be sated.

Suddenly she cried out, “How rude of me! Biscuits! I made some shortbread yesterday. Who is going to be a darling?” She eyed us both, clearly expecting one of us to go and fetch them.

Instinctively, we both stood up. Our two erections pointing at each other across the table, nodding in anticipation.

She took a cock in each hand and said in that mischievous tone of hers, “Fuck shortbread, I prefer cock. And now I have two to enjoy.”

And she took our neighbour’s cock into her mouth. She sucked him for a bit, then turned to me and took me into her warm, wet mouth. I kept thinking that he had only just occupied the spot.

Looking up, she pulled away and asked, “Would it be OK if I took you together?”

Our neighbour, picking up her comment about the biscuits, said that it would be rude if she didn’t.

So she pulled our two cocks to her mouth and I closed my eyes, lost in elicit bliss.

I could feel her tongue flicking away at my frenulum, but then I was aware of the warm bulb of flesh next to my helmet. It was the first time my cock had touched another. And because this other cock was in her mouth, and because she was the one who was connecting us, it felt all right.

You know if felt more than all right. It felt unbelievably fucking horny.

I was periodically aware of her tongue but increasingly of the soft, damp warmth of the other crown pushing against mine. Her mouth felt drenched. I guessed our pre-cum was mixing together as her tongue continued to tease us.

We’d had threesomes before, often with another guy, but I had never been this close to another cock before, and the more I thought about what we were doing, the more I wanted to come. I desperately wanted to explode over his bellend and in her mouth.

But it was our neighbour who came first. I heard him groan. I felt him jerk against my cock. She seemed to urge him on with a moan. And then a delicious warm cascade burst over my cock.

I was visualising his sticky come mixing with her saliva as she milked his every drop.

And the knowledge that my cock was right there in her mouth while all this was going on was enough to push me over the edge. I think I muttered that I was coming, and I felt her hand pumping me. I exploded.

As I did so, I opened my eyes and saw come dribbling from her lips. Streams of it were running down her chin, clinging to her neck and breasts. A pool collected on a nipple before dropping onto the table next to the teapot.

I gazed at my neighbour’s drooping cock. Semi firm, tip pointing down, trickles of come sparkling in the low morning sun were dangling from it.

Fuck, that was such a moment. And in case you were wondering, yes, we did have the shortbread afterwards with a cup of tea—loose leaf, orange pekoe.

While that was one of the best moments in the garden, there were others, such as when she decided to have an alfresco dinner party. She wanted as much of the meal to be home-grown as possible.

We had asparagus for starters, followed by an amazing salad with rocket, basil, watercress and kale.

I knew what was for dessert—red currants, black currants, strawberries and raspberries. I had helped her pick them. She had made a rich syrup. She’d told me it was going to be summer pudding, of sorts. But with a twist.

After the main course she disappeared into the kitchen. I’d no idea what she was up to, she kept it totally secret. She liked to surprise me. “It’s all part of the fun,” is what she’d say.

She called me inside, and I found her draped over a serving trolley, totally naked. She insisted I pour the desert over her. I got so hard ladling it on to her belly and watching it flow toward her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together to prevent leaks, and got me to coat her breasts with cream.

There were two piles of dessert spoons, which she asked me to fetch and, taking them in each hand, I wheeled her outside as she shouted, “Dessert is served.”

You should have seen our guests’ faces. And yes, we did have sex afterwards. All of us. She had her first DP that night. And her second. I have to admit that I was in both, and it was utter heaven.

But right now, the moment that I’m thinking about as I stroke my hard cock gently is a far simpler affair. It was just the two of us, and it was one of the last times we made love.

And it was exactly that—making intimate love. Not the hedonistic erotic excesses that we’d enjoyed in the garden in those early years here. This was profound love, expressed in the most intimate of ways.

She’d been resting on the bed in a shepherd’s hut that I’d bought her as a birthday present. It seemed appropriate in the circumstances. A bed right in the middle of the garden.

It was one of her good days. It was high summer, and the Mediterranean garden she’d designed looked, smelled and sounded fabulous. The rosemary and lavender were in bloom and had attracted dozens of bees.

Her washed denim dress—a favourite of mine—picked up the colours of both herbs—the silver of the rosemary and the blue of the lavender.

With a Panama hat on her head and a wicker basket in hand, she looked quite the gardener. She cut some lavender stems and brought them inside. Their aroma filled the hut.

I have to be honest, I was being a bit lazy and was lying on the bed and then I saw that look in her eye. It was the same look as when she’d invited our neighbour round all those years ago.

She tossed her Panama on the floor and slowly crawled on top of me, her breasts grazing my legs as she moved. She started to kiss me and the thought of sex with her after quite a drought brought my member to life.

Like a thirsty plant after a shower, he began to perk up and started to make his presence known through my chinos. She smiled in appreciation and slowly unzipped me and eased him out. He was growing wonderfully and under her breath she muttered, “Beautiful.”

She pulled my shorts off and continued to kiss me. Gentle kisses. Her tongue pushed apart my lips to seek out mine. The touch seemed to connect a sexual circuit between us.

Instinctively I unbuttoned my shirt. And in turn, she started to stroke my cock. Tender strokes to match her gentle kisses. We both knew exactly what we needed to do to turn the other on. And this time we didn’t need others to heighten the pleasure. The garden, the moment and each other were all that was required.

As she kissed my chest, she began to work harder on my prick. The strokes turned to pumps. She’d watched me pleasure myself so many times, she needed no directions.

She held my head in her arms as she gripped my cock. And then, the act of a sexual genius, she eased behind me and with her legs astride me, slid her arms under mine and upped the tempo.

It was as if her hands were my hands. It was the most fabulous hand job and I can almost feel her fingers working me right now. Within a few moments, I reached my climax, and bursts of spunk splattered my belly.

She mopped me up, and tossed the sodden tissues on the floor. It was her time and I was determined to make it as satisfying as possible. She’d not come for weeks. Not surprising, of course, given the circumstances.

She pulled her favourite vibrator from under the covers where she’d secreted it earlier. It was only then that I realised that all this had been planned.

The tissues.

The toy.

The dress.

And the panties.

I bought them for her on Valentine’s Day a few years back. They were embroidered with flowers.

We swapped positions so I was sitting behind, legs around her just as she had been with me. I slipped my hand under her floral knickers and held the vibrator against her lips, just as she liked it.

She relaxed into me and I just tried to keep that vibrator next to, but not quite on, her clitoris. Indirect contact was what always worked for her.

As she got closer, she pulled her knickers to one side, giving me full access to all of her smooth pussy. And with that she came. How good that felt. It was as if her orgasm was partly mine, too.

But, I knew she wanted more and so I undid her dress. I was never very good at buttons and bras, so she helped and eased out her astonishing breasts.

Her nipples were quite amazing. The image of them covered in cream flashed back into my mind from that supper party. Perhaps the same thought came to her too, who knows, but she came again, only this time it was harder and more intense.

We had burst into flower together that glorious summer’s evening.

And the memory of that magnificent last time we had sex starts to push me over the edge. I leave the shepherd’s hut and hurry to the right place to deposit my load. Her peonies. I moan as my come sprays over the leaves.

She’s still here in the garden. I sense her on my daily walks around the borders she created. I hear her in the birdsong. I see her in the wildflower meadow.

Her ashes, even now, are nourishing those glorious peonies of hers.

What could be more appropriate—her remains scattered in the soil beneath her favourite plant, providing the essential nutrients for next year’s blooms.

A down to earth ending for a woman who was anything but, and who I’ll love until my dying day.

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Information RESTLESS NIGHT
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 07:59 PM - No Replies

   


George opened his eyes.

It was going to be one of those nights.

It was balmy, close, outside. George sighed. He was hot and his mind had been whirring, as it quite often did. The whirring was loud enough tonight to wake him up.

He turned on his side, the last murmurings of sleep draining away. As well as the incessant inner dialogue pounding his brain, his mouth was dry.

He should be asleep.

He checked the clock on the bedside table. 03:11. Fuck.

Turning the clock face down, he snapped on the light and picked up the glass of water beside him, taking a long sip. It was too early.

His mind was still churning, ruminating over the evening before. He so badly needed to relax, to rest. If only he could turn his brain off somehow…

George turned his head to look at the woman lying silently beside him, deep in the slumber that eluded him. Her beautiful face was peaceful, thick eyelashes brushing her cheeks as she dreamed. Her chest rose and fell gently. George’s gaze softened as he smiled at her.

Leidy.

She was the woman he’d loved since he first set eyes on her all those years ago. The woman he’d craved since their first time together and the woman he still coveted, decades later. The one person he lost himself in.

The sheets were still uncomfortably warm as he lay back against them. He stared at the ceiling. He still wished that he could fall asleep, but at least the chatter in his mind had been replaced by something more enticing. Like a private cinema showing the latest X-rated movie, scintillating memories of the two of them unfolded before him. 

They had had to satisfy themselves with snatched moments at first, building up to half an hour here and there whenever possible. They’d grabbed furtive kisses in storerooms if they’d happened to pass each other in the corridor, Leidy’s mouth open and welcoming, her hands caressing George’s chest through the cotton of his shirt. They never risked more than a couple of red-hot minutes of kissing and touching, just in case they were missed. Leidy would always exit first, leaving George to smooth down his crumpled clothing and force down his erection, frustrated that they hadn’t got more time. He hadn’t got a chance to scoop one of her ample breasts out of her bra and slather her nipple with his tongue. And he was desperate to get down on his knees and nuzzle into her hot vulva, feel her knicker elastic nipping the side of his face.

It still amazed him that those amorous interludes at work had led to a lifetime of partnership and love that had stretched from minutes to whole days, then months, then years. They connected with each other on a level that wasn’t just sexual, and that made the sex between them the most exciting experience he’d ever known. Wherever their life had taken them they had always found their way back to each other through hot, juicy, dirty sex.

George was wide awake now. And horny.

He reached out and stroked Leidy’s arm tenderly, tracing his palm over her chin and cupping her face in his hand. He kissed her gently, willing her to wake up and make love to him, help him forget, lose himself… but instead, she pulled away and turned over, still lost in dreams.

As she moved away the words they had exchanged earlier seeped into the forefront of his mind again. They had had a lovely day. They’d mooched around the market, sipped tea at a pavement café and watched the world go by. It wasn’t often that they had a whole weekend to themselves anymore. There was always work to be done, whether it was on the house, supporting the kids, or keeping their business running. They had always found it easy to work together and live together, but there were times when life took over to such a degree that George wasn’t sure that they really even looked at each other that closely anymore—and then they would clash like they’d done yesterday evening.

Leidy was beautiful. So beautiful that sometimes George could hardly believe that she’d condescended to share the rest of her life with him. He used to sneak glances at her when she wasn’t looking—the graceful curve of her neck, the way she pouted her lips when she was concentrating on something, her twinkling eyes when she laughed. Her ankles. Those delicious breasts. When had he last taken the time to do that?

He also missed the way Leidy looked at his naked body, that alluring combination of admiration and desire, her eyes running over his strong arms and broad chest, down his thighs, and back up to linger on his cock. He’d feel her gaze like fingers moving over his skin.

The thought sent blood rushing to his prick.

I need you, he sighed to himself as he cuddled into her back. Just feeling her bare flesh against his own thrilled him.

I need to feel you.

I need to fuck you.

His lips found her neck, his mouth no longer dry, but instead soaked with desire. He slid a hand beneath the sheet, onto her mound. She felt warm and soft, giving beneath his touch. Forgiving, perhaps?

Maybe.

Leidy’s hand reached up to cradle his head, holding him to her as he planted kiss after kiss on her smooth skin.

But then she was turning away again. George held onto her—no way was he letting her go now she was awake, he was so desperate for her—but Leidy was only flicking her bedside light on and quickly returned to him, reciprocating the passionate kisses he bestowed on her.

Their fingers entwined as George slipped his tongue deep inside her mouth, cherishing the closeness as they stroked each other delicately, but intently. He found one of Leidy’s full breasts, moving a hand over it and squeezing firmly, relishing the soft flesh and her nipple stiffening against his palm.

Leidy rolled to face him, her body open and available, letting George touch her wherever he pleased. The argument receded in his mind once more—he was completely focused on the gorgeous woman enrobed in the bedsheets beneath him.

She sighed in bliss.

Transported by the sound of her breath caressing the air, George pushed the sheet away from her torso, desperate to see and feel more of her. Leidy’s thighs opened instinctively as he brushed the cotton away from her skin. He sucked one of her boobs into his mouth ravenously and Leidy arched her back in pleasure, her gaze fixed on him as he filled his mouth with her.

If she was still hung up on the row they’d had earlier, she gave no appearance of it. A moan escaped her lips as they began kissing again, and she responded so urgently that George’s body pulsed with need. Their bodies moved together effortlessly, undulating fluidly within the solidity of their loving embrace.

His hand moved over her. Sliding between her breasts, down her body to her mound, then back up again, cupping her so that he could feast on her tits once more. He could feel the melding, the melting together in flame-red passion that they always experienced when they got close, got naked, and put their mouths on each other. They were two separate bodies fused into one vast, overwhelming entity of sexual desire.

Leidy pushed the sheets from her as he moved down the bed. They were two people moving as one, both with one goal in mind—to have George’s head between her thighs.

Not wanting to move his hand from her body and break the connection, George cradled one of her lithe legs over his shoulder as he buried his mouth in her moist labia.

Leidy’s was hand in his hair, her fingers twisting and tugging him onto her, and he imagined she was watching him as he flicked his tongue against her delicious shaved pussy. The thought made him harder, knowing that she had always loved watching him do this to her, snogging her cunt, lapping deeply at her sweet musky essence. She tasted so good, and waves of bliss broke over his body as Leidy smoothed her palm over his head, stroking it as she writhed against the sheets and against his soaking mouth.

She was moaning now, and George glanced up to see her handling own breast, pulling at her nipple, teasing herself even further as she pulled and wobbled at her straining flesh.

George went even deeper, every inch of his tongue fully inside her, probing and swirling. He looked up at her, wanting to see the bliss she was feeling all over her face, her closed eyes, her parted mouth. His shaft was pressing against the bedsheets, and watching Leidy in thrall to her lust was making his cock even thicker.

He wanted to give her more pleasure. He slid two thick fingers into her, rotating them tantalisingly in her dripping hole. His tongue flicked and danced teasingly over her rock-hard clitoris, finger-fucking her faster and faster. He moaned delightedly as he glanced up to see her throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Mouth and chin saturated with Leidy’s pussy, George sat up and admired her supple body. Her legs were spread wide for him. Her eyes aflame with desire. He pulled her to him and, throwing a leg over his shoulder once more and slid his cock deep inside her warm, wet hole. She gripped his shaft snugly, welcoming him home. He moved slow, his thrusts insistent, and every moan that escaped her parted lips made him harder, more determined that she got every inch of him.

He lay against her, their mouths locked together once more. Their kissing was so sweet, so loving, even as George was fucking her quicker and quicker, humping her harder and harder. He loved fucking Leidy, and especially loved fucking her just like this, the way she liked it… then he rose to his knees, longing for Leidy to feel the full power of his big dick moving inside her.

He took her hard, riding her fast, the bed creaking beneath them as they fucked without restraint.

Overcome by an overwhelming need to hold her close he pulled out, reaching to kiss her again. Being close to Leidy either steadied him or excited him immeasurably and tonight both feelings were pulling at his body, his soul. Her arms around him were a sanctuary for his frazzled mind, balm to his anxious heart. He could stretch out and be vulnerable with her, be forgiven by her, be held by her, anytime he needed to. The roaring, crackling sex between them was tethered and held by love, and he cherished that. He cherished her. And as the waves of love rose between them, lust crested again.

They were on all fours now, and George thrust into her effortlessly, her pussy walls squeezing him, milking his cock. The pleasure was building again. They were both moaning, George breathlessly, Leidy mewling as she looked back to watch his pelvis moving, slapping against her gyrating buttocks.

George slowed down, finding Leidy’s neck and mouth again, luxuriating in her kisses. He didn’t want this moment to end, the connection to cease, but his cock had other ideas, and he had no option but to go with it.

He fucked her snatch hard. Leidy was moaning harder now, tossing her hair as she writhed against him. George gathered her to him once more, kissing her neck just for a moment, but the fuck had taken over for both of them. Leidy reached behind her for his hand, tethering love and lust together as she clasped her hips to him, keeping him there as he pounded in and out of her.

She arched her back in pleasure and George saw her biting her lip, trying to hold his cock back, but he wasn’t having any of it—he was intent on having her, in as many positions as she could take before he exploded.

He slid out of her and lay flat on his back, chest heaving. Leidy took his thick cock in her hand. She closed her wet mouth around it, and he could see that she was revelling in the fact that she could taste both of them at the same time, just as he was. Her free hand stroked his chest. Surely she could feel how hard his heart was pounding, as well as how hard her tongue was making him?

She was an expert at blowjobs, George thought, his tongue sliding across his lips before they parted in moans of pleasure.

He raised his head. He wanted to watch her, but what she was doing to him was too good, the sound of her hungry lips smacking as she sucked him pushing him further and further to the point of no return.

Leidy lapped him enthusiastically, from balls to tip, moaning deliriously and swirling the tip of her dripping tongue over his glistening glans. George had to use all his strength not to erupt into her mouth there and then.

Letting his cock fall stiff against his belly, she moved over him, her body melting against his. She pressed her lips to him and as they kissed it was George who got to relish the flavour of both of them in his mouth this time.

Leidy mounted him again, gasping as George’s length stretched her wet hole. He held her hips to him, caressing and squeezing her buttocks. He needed to keep her there, to not let her go. Her arse cheeks parted in his hands as she slid vigorously up and down his shaft, moistening him with her juices.

Reaching back, Leidy slipped one of George’s hands to her skin. George knew that she wanted him to spread her arse as wide as it could go—she had often told him that she adored the feeling of being open while she was plugged with his cock at the same time. He was happy to oblige. George would never deny Leidy any pleasure that he was capable of giving her, especially when anchoring her to his prick by her parted cheeks turned him on just as much, if not more.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she writhed in front of him, breasts jiggling. Lust enflamed his entire body, so all-consuming that he pulled Leidy’s hands to his chest, needing the pressure on his rib cage to help him control the grinding of his hips. He needed her to ground him, steady him, keep him held so he could give in to all of it—the smell of their sex, the noises she made, the sight of her body swaying and rolling on top of him… and the feeling of her hot, wet pussy as she rode his cock into sexual oblivion.

Leidy knew and understood George’s body so well. She slowed her movements, bringing her body down to his so they could hold each other once more. He was willingly enslaved by her, losing himself in her as he knew he would, cherishing this moment they’d created together.

But now she was throwing her head back, arching in pleasure on his cock. She pressed her palms into his hard thighs to support herself, leaning back and letting him do the work for a bit. God, George thought, the ease at which she could take the thickness of his penis. She’d learned how to accommodate him through the years, and was now able to take him in and devour him, dribbling all over him as she slipped up and down his shaft with consummate ease. Her breasts began to bounce in front of him again as he fucked her, and he eagerly grabbed them up, manhandling the flesh and teasing her nipples, which were getting tighter with every stroke.

Leidy’s stiffening tits, as well as the way her slick pussy was milking his cock, told George that she was getting close. As he bounced her up and down on his hard prick, Leidy grabbed his hands to her hips and placed hers on top, holding him there, ensuring every part of their bodies became a sensual bond of love and desire. And then she was coming, moaning loudly, body stretched into her release. His pelvis still grinding against hers, George nearly came himself as he watched Leidy cry out in frenzied elation, wave after wave of pleasure consuming her body.

She collapsed against him. George enveloped her until her orgasm subsided and they kissed each other lovingly while he was still inside her, moving gently. They stared into each other’s eyes, all communication between them clear now, desire ever-present. He sucked one of Leidy’s tits into his mouth as they held each other close and George sank his shaft into her as deep as it could possibly go, fucking her hard and fast and before he knew it, he was coming too.

His hips were jerking, ramming hot cum into her cunt as the room spun away from him. All that remained for him now was Leidy’s pussy, wrapped hot and wet around his pulsating penis. Nothing else mattered, nobody else existed. They were in a place that only they knew.

George drifted back into the room, spunk dripping onto his belly as Leidy dismounted. Her hair brushed his face as she swept it over her shoulder and she pushed against his chest, raising herself up and away from him.

“So … are we friends again, then?” he murmured to her huskily.

She planted a long, languorous kiss on his mouth, which he received with a mixture of joy and relief, then climbed off the bed and retired to the bathroom.

He watched her go and smiled as the sweet relief of sleep descended gently.

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