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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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A Hot Summer Morning by Katy Scott
I was at home, a day off from work and I was doing chores, boring I know but an evil necessity! The sun was out and not a cloud in the sky and I had a full load of washing to hang up. I was dressed in a blue and white short sundress, and I was wearing a pair of skimpy white panties and no bra. While I was hanging up the washing I thought I would sunbathe a while and turn a nice golden brown instead of the wintery, pasty pale I had turned over winter.
I finished hanging my washing and popped inside, put the kettle on and got my sunhat, made myself a cup of tea and went out onto the patio. I put the sun-lounger down into a prone position and placed it near the patio table in easy reach of my tea and my mobile phone. I lay down on the lounger and closed my eyes, enjoying the beautiful sunshine. I heard the birds, and aeroplanes flying overhead and the everyday sounds of lawn mowers and cars. I felt warm and lazy and my mind drifted….and I started thinking about a story-line for my next short story, it’s a hobby of mine, writing short stories. Well…. To be truthful, I write short adult stories and I am always trying to find a good story-line, something that will grab ones imagination. We have a huge garden, there are areas that are separated by hedges and flower beds and loads of fruit trees, so it’s lovely and peaceful and very pretty this time of the year.
I must have dozed off, because I started awake at a noise that was out of context, I could have sworn I heard someone cough gently or clear their throat. I lay there listening, waiting for the sound to happen again. Nothing happened, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the lounger and took my hat off, shading my eyes with my hand I looked around the garden, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary but I realised that our neighbour had been in the upstairs room that overlooked the part of the garden that I was sunbathing in. Perhaps the woman next door, I had never met them, had washed her windows, or she was washing the curtains, because the net curtains and the curtains had been removed or pulled back severely. I shrugged mentally and lay back down on the sun-lounger and closed my eyes……and I felt the feather light touch on the inside of my calf, like a light fingertip running up, slowly up past my knee and up the inside of my thigh. I opened my eyes, ever so slightly, and saw a beautiful young man, black hair and a five o’clock shadow on his face a fine chiselled nose, slightly on the big side and a strong chin with full lips. So intent on his fingertip wanderings, he hadn’t noticed that my eyes were open and watching him. His touch was warm on my skin but I got goose-bumps from his soft touch and I felt a warm wetness in my panties. I closed my eyes again and gave in to the experience. I felt him lift the hem of my dress, his hand he placed flat palm on my mound of Venus, almost in a soothing way. I felt him kneel down next to me and almost reverentially cupped both my breasts and using his thumbs, ran them over my nipples. To be honest, you try and ‘pretend to sleep’ while someone is touching you like that, it’s very difficult not to touch back. He must have known I wasn’t really asleep, surely? I peeked again and he was looking at my face, his mouth was slightly open, not gaping like a gormless idiot but more from breathing heavily. That’s when I realised this was my next door neighbours’ eldest son, if he was eighteen or nineteen it wouldn’t have surprised me. Close up he was a good looking young man, with a cream and rose complexion only beautiful people seem to have, his lips were a beautiful natural red and he had a huge Adams apple. He then leaned over me and brushed his lips over my now very hard and erect nipples, which I firmly believe are attached directly to a nerve in my pussy. I felt a flood of warm wet moisture release from deep inside me, I really wanted to touch this young man, take him hard and fast but I wanted to see just how far he wanted to go. So I stayed where I was, prostrate on my sun lounger, eyes closed and feeling wonderful feelings rippling through my body.
As an older person, it may seem far fetched, hard to believe that a young beautiful person would want to be with a person just past their ‘sell by date’, but there I was, in our garden with this young stud paying homage to the female form. The hem of my dress lifted again and I risked another peak, he was heading for my pussy, he bent over and put his nose into the crease that forms a ‘Y’ where the tops of my thighs meet and my pussy nestles. He took a deep savouring breath through his nose and then using his right hand, I think it was his forefinger, lifted the side of my panties and slipped his finger inside. He must have felt just how wet I was because he quickly glanced at my face and caught me peeping at him, unperturbed he winked at me and pulled my panties to the side and dipped his tongue into my honey pot. As he did, I moved my legs further apart giving him more access to me. He moved around to the foot of the sun lounger and knelt on it and continued drinking his fill of me, his tongue was serpentine and long and more than once I felt his tongue slip inside me, to say it was wonderful is so blasé, I felt very much wanted, even if it was just to be fucked by a young man. What did surprise me was he hadn’t even touched himself. So I asked him if I was allowed to reciprocate, he didn’t bat an eyelid and manoeuvred himself over me and lowered himself onto me and I got the first taste of him. He was dripping with pre-cum and he tasted like nectar. His cock was about eight to eight and a half inches but it was the girth of him that impressed me, it must have been at least three inches in diameter, the veins standing out like a Martian landscape, the head was a deep purple and he had been cut. Those of you who don’t know what that means, I will explain it to you – sex wise he wouldn’t be as sensitive as a guy with a foreskin, which means he would last longer with or without a condom. He was big in my mouth and he forced himself deeper until I gagged on his cock, while he was licking me he was using his fingers in my pussy and in my ass, it felt so hot. I must tell you I had never, before this, experienced any kind of anal play and felt as if I was going to turn inside out with the feelings inside me.
Far off I could hear someone calling but I didn’t care, it wasn’t someone calling me but I was aware of him stiffening as he heard the calling. He climbed off me and asked me if we could finish this another time, what could I say, I just nodded and he adjusted his shorts, bent over and cupped my cheeks with his hands and as he drew near to kiss me I could smell myself on his mouth and chin and the tip of his nose…… I kissed him deep and slow tasting myself and knowing that I couldn’t leave things unfinished. “I’ve got to go” he said, releasing me. “We will finish this later” and with that he loped off back home. I watched the window to see who would show in that room and my patience was paid off when he appeared in the window. He pulled the curtains closed around him and stood and held his cock in his hands, I knew instinctively that he was going to wank and wanted me to wank with him. I turned the sun lounger around so that he could see my pussy and I wanked with him. I saw him shoot his cum onto the windowpane as I got sucked in by my own orgasm and lay there shuddering and enjoying the waves of pleasure pulsing through my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw him give me a thumbs up, I waved and he was gone.
That was over a week ago, everyday I lie out on my sun lounger but I haven’t seen my young lover, but I know he will be back as sure as the sun shines.
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I'd always be asking for some sugar 
