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Inside then outside, then inside for a minute, then back out. He’s been working on the yard all day. By noon, the sweat started dripping down his face in the sun. Every time he opens the door, the heat rolls into the house. It is stifling out there. It makes me momentarily uncomfortable, but the A/C wins. Then I realize he’s working in it. Sweating in it. That explains why he keeps coming inside. When he walks in, he pauses in the door, talking in the cool air.

After a few times watching him in and out, I sit down on the couch and watch out the door. Soon, I stretch out along the couch, feet up. Taking out a book, I can just see him in my periphery. He doesn’t know I’m watching him. I soon realize it’s not just the cool air he’s taking in anymore – every time he stands inside the door, his eyes look my way, running up and down my body stretched out on the couch. I can see the wondered on his face – should he come over and touch me? Should he get back to work? I watch him waver every time. But then he goes back outside to try and finish the yard.

By the afternoon, he is drenched in sweat. He is visibly exhausted. He comes in and moves to the couch. I move my legs and he sits down, placing my legs on his lap. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. His hand slowly moves up and down my leg, his fingers pressing into my flesh. Every few moments his hands pause. I bet he’s falling asleep! I lay the book on my chest, and watch him just sitting there, all sweaty and worn out, feeling my thigh. He fades in and out, starting to snore and then opening his eyes and rubbing my thigh.

“Go take a shower!” I say. He opens his eyes, looks at me sleepily, then moves my legs, leans forward, and slowly rises. He takes 2 steps before reaching his arms across his body, grabs the bottom of his shirt, and pulls it up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Ok. His back muscles are quivering with his exhaustioin, and the sweat glistensas each muscle moves. He takes anotehr step and I hear his belt buckle come undone. Then another two steps and his pants fall down his legs.

As he leans over to pick up his pants, he drops his drawers. And there it is! If he was sleeping, he was having some good dreams. His cock is half-hard and standing out in the sunshine! And it’s gorgeous. As he stands up with pants in hand, he turns his head towards me and catches my eyes on his growing manhood. He smiles at me and walks on.

A minute later, I hear the shower begin. The sound of the water changes as he climbs into the stream. I can picture the water bouncing off his naked body, the sweat being slowly washed away. I imagine him washing – a bar of soap in hand, lathering up his body. His hands roam over his whole body, scrubbing the day’s work off. I think of him washing his chest, the lather building, and then his hands roaming across his stomach. Mmmm, my legs are restless as that imagery floats through my head. And then in my mind, he reaches down, between his legs, a soapy hand fondling his balls, softly kneading, the soap building as the water cascades down over his back.

I can see his head tip back, eyes closed, his fingers moving from his balls to slowly trace his now-erect cock. A slow stroking. Oh my, I love my imagination! His breathing deepens, each intake followed by his lips pursing as he exhales slowly. His hand starts to move in time with his breathing, his hips slowly rocking, pushing his shaft i nand out of his fingers. I am so glad there’s no shower curtain in my head – the view is amazing.

I come back to reality to discover my fingers have been wandering over my nipples, making them erect and my mouth is open. That was very distracting – and I realize the water is off. He has already finished his shower. How long has he been done? I don’t hear him walking around.

Now that my head is thinking of naked man, I take a walk upstairs to the bedroom. Maybe I’ll catch him before he gets dressed.

I open the bedroom door and there he is. He is laying on the bed naked, body glisteningly wet and clean. He smells clean. Unfortunately, he is also asleep.

But his cock is standing straight up, just standing there staring at me. In the aroused state I’m in, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. I lean over, opening my mouth a little bit and kiss the head. His shaft bounces, jumping away from my lips. I reach out and hold him with 2 fingers and place my mouth over his head, slowly engulfing it between my lips and sliding past the head around the end of his shaft. I hear a moan leave his lips as his shaft thickens, his head growing inside my mouth.

I suck a little bit and lift my mouth off of him, sliding off the tip with a slight pop. I open my mouth and trace around his head with my tongue, circling the ridge of his circumsized cap. As my tongue moves around, his cock continues to jump – the heat slowly building as it becomes more engorged.

Lifting my head, I look up at him. His eyes are tired, but open and watching me, a half smile on his face. I look back at his cock and watch it bounce as my fingers trace up, down, and around, playing with his flesh.

I had different plans, but this is fun. I think some torture will be good. I continue to lightly caress with my fingers, every now and again licking up his shaft. His hands start to run through my hair – I know that means he’s enjoying. He stiffens with each minute. I sit up a little and place my mouth back over his head and slide down his shaft, a little humming and I hear him exhale, his hips pressing up towards my mouth, urging me to go deeper.

The next several minutes turn into a blur – some soft caresses, some licking, a whole mouth blowjob, alternating between them, feeling his excitement grow and ebb. When his hips begin to move, I slow a little, then when his breathing stabilizes, I increase the excitement. It must be an erotic torture but there are still smiles, and long exhales, and moans, so it is good.

I flick my tongue across the tip of his cock and am pleasantly surprised with the smoooth silky sensation of precum. My other hand is now busy with me, caressing my nipples, sliding up between my legs and pressing on the mound of my clit.

I slide my hand up his shaft, another good drop of precum showing up at the tip. I release him and use one fingertip to spread the clear fluid around the head of his penis, so silky smooth it feels like oil. I take my hand away for a moment until he opens his eyes and looks at me – then I put that finger up to my lips and swirl my tongue around the end, sucking his juice with a devilish grin and an accompanying moan. The slightly salty taste and smooth feeling on the inside of my mouth reminds me of what is waiting in store for me. I can feel myself getting we in anticipation.

It is time to move this along. I reach up and squirt a little oil on my hand, changing positions so my legs don’t cramp. I move to his side, laying on bed almost in a ‘T’. In this position, he can reach my head and I then feel his nails down my back, and oh yes, then he touches my breasts, fingers pressing underneath my chest to massage my very erect and sensitive nipples.

I grip the base of his shaft firmly. It is hard and hot and ready. His hips push up into my slippery grip, slipping his cock up through my fingers and then back down again. A second time. I look up at him, and it is obvious that he is ready. I keep my hand low on his shaft and press into him, then release a little. Every second or third stroke, I take him into my mouth as far as I dare and then release him. In response, his fingertips grip me, sliding over my body, pulling me down into him – dragging up my back onto the back of my head and then back down, gripping my collarbone at the base of my neck as his ass cheeks flex and relax, forcing his hips up into my hand and then releasing.

His tempo picks up a little and with my other hand, I reach over his leg and slide it over his scrotum and around the back of his balls. I am thanked with a shallow groan and small, “oh yes!” I slide my lubed fingers up and down the back side of his balls and just down between his ass cheeks, teasing at his ass. I get a very naughty wondered – and I bet he’s ready for me to try finding his prostate, but maybe I’ll wait until next time – that would be far too fast at this point.

My grip on his cock gets firmer, and his throbbing intensifies in response. He puts a hand over mine and pushes my hand down hard into his pelvis – I can feel the contractions – the throbbing is unstoppable. He’s cumming and there’s nothing he can do abot it! A massive grin crosses my face. His cock grows noticeably in my grip and then first shot of cum sprays out – I wasn’t ready! It sprays up and goes somewhere. I hear it splash. Then a second happens immediately after. His hand starts shaking as his hips convulse. I watch the second shot come out and have another wonderful wondered! Oh, this is so naughty!

I move my head and quickly place my mouth over the end of his cock. As he shakes a third time, I open my hand and force my head down, taking him into my mouth – feeling more cum flow out of him – it is hot and sticky and salty. His body is shaking underneath me. the convulsions continue for several more seconds before slowing down.

I replace my other hand at the base of his shaft and slide up and down, the convulsions telling me that his orgasm is subsiding, but hasn’t yet passed – it is interesting, the longer the teasing goes on – the longer the orgasms last… I’ll have to remember that.

I look up at him, all shaking and uncontrolled, but with a massive grin on his face, and I move up to his face. I look him in the eyes and then plant a kiss on his lips. He lets out an ecstatic groan and wraps an arm around me pulling me into him. His mouth opens for a deep kiss, his tongue touching my lips, and then the naughty surprise.

I kiss him back – my tongue covered in his cum. The taste mingles between us, his excitement now part of our kiss. He moves an arm up from my back to the back of my head and pulls my mouth into him, his tongue exploring, tasting, enjoying the result of my attention to his cock. That is hot. I can feel the wetness between my legs deepening as we continue the deep, sticky kiss.

I pull back for air and look into his eyes, they are on fire. He whispers, “I need to taste you! I need to taste us together! I need you to move up here and straddle my face!” He urges me up as he starts to move down the bed slightly. My legs go weak at the wondered. But, there’s no backing out now…

NSFW: yes

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