I wrote this story several years ago, as a bit of fun to see how long I could spend building tension when the only thing being written about is sex. It might have been the start of something longer, but I can't remember now.
1
I couldn’t concentrate. Sitting in my office all day could be a drag, especially so when the Sun is just at that angle where all the glare slips past the blind and onto my computer screen. It makes it impossible to see what I’m doing, and it makes me feel like I’m in the wrong place. At the same time, it reminds me of times when I was a teenager, that last Summer before school was out for ever. There had been a tension on the air back then: all these young adults who were anxiously waiting for the end of June, when they would finally be let loose upon the world.
That was ten years ago, but the electric charge still formed with the brightness and the unrelenting humid heat, making me feel like an excitable, hormonal teenager again.
The clock told me it was two in the afternoon, and I knew from experience that it wasn’t going to get any more comfortable until half four, maybe five.
‘Fuck it,’ I said, turning everything off and standing up. There was no point in staying here if I couldn’t get anything done. I’d just end up roasting. I never could take the heat. At least at home I’d be able to roast in the relative comfort of my own little domain, possibly with less clothing on to retain the heat. Hmm, I thought. Maybe a cool shower.
Getting outside, I was half grateful for not being a driver, and half resentful: while the walk was pleasant and getting some air into my lungs was always good, when it was this humid I just wanted to be in a car, racing down a motorway at ninety with all the windows down. I mopped my forehead with the back of my hand and grunted.
As I walked through the edge of the town, I tried not to notice all the women walking around me with so little on: paying them any mind would have made me feel even hotter, and I wasn’t sure I needed that right at that moment. Wanted, maybe, but I liked to think I knew the difference. There wasn’t much room in my life for a partner... not because of work or anything like that, but because after my last relationship had ended, I’d got used to just getting on with my own life. Maybe one day, I thought, but not yet.
Home was only twenty minutes or so away, a little outside the town I had the office in. I worked for myself, and kept the office mostly to keep home and work separate, renting a couple of small rooms above a café for surprisingly little. Of course, I liked to dress smartly for work – even though I was working on my own in an office I was renting... it wasn’t so much about looking good as putting the effort in and getting into the mindset. If you’ve been there, you’ll know what I mean.
I got home and threw my shoes and jacket on the floor in the corner of the living room. Meh, being tidy is for people who have an image to maintain, and if nobody comes round then what your house looks like inside isn’t part of your image. Besides, even if I had one I wouldn’t be bothered. I never did care much what people thought.
Going into the kitchen, I was thinking about getting a drink, and that put me in a bit of a dilemma: I’m normally a coffee drinker, but wasn’t in the mood for a hot drink on a hot day. On the other hand, I could have a beer... but it was only, what, half two in the afternoon?
I pondered for a long moment. ‘To hell with it,’ I said aloud after a moment, and reached round the back of a cupboard next to the sink for a bottle of bitter. What was the worst that could happen?
I opened the bottle and dropped the cap in the bin, and went to sit out in the garden for a bit. I don’t like doing nothing, but if I can’t get my mind on anything then I might as well do nothing where there’s air and something like a nice atmosphere.
2
A door opened somewhere on the other side of the fence at the bottom of the garden. I sat up and looked over to see which house it was. Him from the other road over, he lived in the house right behind mine, so our gardens were just separated by a fence. He must be home from work early. Didn’t blame him. It was too nice to be holed up at work, whatever it was he did. I was new in the neighbourhood, so I’d not learned anyone’s names yet, or found out anything about them like what their jobs were.
I’d seen him around though, when we’d bumped into each other at places like the Tesco round the corner, so we knew each other by sight. He always seemed pleasant, but seemed to have a bit of a weird vibe about him too, like he was keeping something in check. I figured we’d get to know each other in time, if we were supposed to. Kind of wanted to get to know him though... he was good-looking in his way, but always seemed distant. Keeping something in check, maybe... that thought occurred to me every time I thought about him.
I got up to go back in the house and put something on, a little self-conscious. The fence was low, and I wasn’t convinced he would want to see me sitting out there sunning myself. His was the only place that could see into mine, so I’d not been bothered before... unless someone looked out from a bedroom or bathroom window or something. Not that anyone would think a woman sunbathing would be weird or inappropriate. It’s a little different when it’s a young man though, when he seems distant enough to give an impression of not wanting to know.
As I stood up, I chanced a glance over in his direction to see if he’d spotted me, and I realized as I did that I half-hoped he would. It’s nice to think of someone looking over at you and liking what they see.
I almost immediately sat back down. He was standing just there by his door, looking out. Probably staring into space or something. Probably hadn’t seen me.
I laughed a little inside my head. Come on, I told myself, grow up. I stood up again and walked off into the house to get a dressing gown or something. Nothing like a young man to make you realize you’re a woman and subject to judgment.
3
I just stood there for a minute, leaning in the doorway and looking at nothing in particular, sipping my beer. A few seconds later, I saw a woman sit up and look round. I’d seen her a couple of times before, but usually she was wearing more. Not that I minded her sitting around in her underwear, that was a good look too. Plus, it was her own garden. She stood up and looked at me for a second, and then vanished again. After another moment she turned away and walked back into her house, giving me, for just a couple of seconds, a perfect view of her back, bottom, and legs. She looked pretty well put-together, and I thought to myself what a pity it was that she’d had to go inside.
Groaning a little, I sat down on one of the crappy plastic chairs I had there, and listened to the sounds of birds chirping and people doing stuff. Whatever stuff they did.
As I sat and drifted from one thought to another, pretty much as I might have flicked channels on the box, I kept finding myself thinking of her from the other house, of surprisingly shapely bum. ‘[span class=3DSpellE]Gaah,’ I said to myself quietly.
People probably think I’m gay or something, because I shake off most of my thoughts concerning women, without acting on them. Well, without sharing them... of course I act on them, in private.
I have a lot of thoughts about women, if I’m honest. What they look like, what they feel like. What they sound like. What they taste like. Women keep a lot of things about themselves private. There’s a whole world in a woman that most of them don’t let just anybody in on. That’s probably the way it should be though, to be honest. Otherwise intimacy wouldn’t be special.
Why would I live a life of celibacy, you might ask, if I have thoughts like that? Well, mostly because I made some mistakes when I was younger. I found I couldn’t trust myself as much as I thought I could.
4
I’d lived there for about three weeks. I was in an upstairs flat before then, about ten miles away, for six months. The area wasn’t nice, and I was glad to be away from it.
Definitely couldn’t have sat out in my underwear there. I think that was why I was enjoying the freedom to do it here. I laughed to myself again, at how silly it was to get self-conscious. Couldn’t help it though. So, sighing a little, I went and put on a pair of loose jeans and an even looser T-shirt. Wanted some air to get to me, if the rays couldn’t.
I turned the TV on, wondering if there was going to be anything worth watching before I thought about what to actually do next. It was one of those days – hadn’t had to go to work, and it had been too hot to stay in bed any longer than I had. Nowhere out I wanted to go, nothing in I wanted to do except sit around and top up my tan. Ohh well.
There only seemed to be crap on TV, but since there was nothing else for me to do I sat and watched for a while anyway. If nothing else it was a bit of company, even if I wasn’t paying attention to it.
My phone beeped. I leaned over and picked it up from the other side of the couch, but it was just Facebook telling me it was someone’s birthday. Someone I didn’t really know, a friend of a friend who’d added me some time ago, so I ignored it. Nothing really happened on [span class=3DSpellE]there except random people I knew years ago sometimes randomly remembering I existed. I sighed. So nice to feel loved.
5
I sat there, sipping my beer and getting more preoccupied, moment by moment, with how little in the mood I was for doing anything. It was funny though, I realized, how the weather balances. When it was this hot and close I longed for the frigidity of the winter. When it was too cold to even get out of bed for a middle-of-the-night piss without making sure I had a parka handy, I longed for the heat I was enduring now. I never could cope with extremes of temperature.
The beer was getting warmer and by now I was only drinking it reluctantly. I held the bottle up to see how much there was left. Another third of the stuff. I groaned and turned the bottle upside down, and put it down next to the chair. Hot and sticky, I thought again of having that shower. Maybe that would help me feel a little fresher, and maybe it would while away some time before the evening came, hopefully bringing some cool air on the breeze.
‘Bleugh.’ I stood up and went back inside, upstairs to get into the shower.
6
Whatever was on TV finished. I hadn’t been paying attention, and only really knew it had finished because of the closing music. I turned it off. Wasn’t in the mood for any more.
I looked toward the back again, thinking of going outside to sit for a while. It was nice when it was hot, and if I was going to drift for a while I wanted to do it in the Sun.
When I went out again, I checked quickly over the fence. He wasn’t there. I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed, even though I’d felt a little exposed before. Maybe now I just accepted that he might see me, where I’d been taken unawares before. Or maybe now I just wanted him to see me again... even though I was dressed.
I couldn’t say why I was taken with the idea of him having seen me just before. I’d never thought of myself as being much of an exhibitionist, unless sometimes showing off to a partner in private counts. I don’t think it does though. Then again I don’t think it was so much about being seen, but about him seeing me. Yes, I didn’t really know anyone around there yet. But I knew him even less. He didn’t act in any way that I could identify easily, it was like his whole personality was a secret. Hell, when I bumped into him sometimes, I couldn’t even tell if he was in a good mood or a bad mood, or any kind of mood at all. He either had no personality at all or he was just really quiet around people he didn’t know.
That was a shame. For all that, he always seemed pleasant and polite, and not in that greasy, slimy way that weirdos do, who want to put up a front for people. It wasn’t a front. At a guess, I’d have said he was just not interested in people. Which, again, was a shame.
Why was I even thinking about him all of a sudden, after having only barely registered his existence before?
I was still standing outside, when I noticed an upstairs window open at his house. Frosted, so it must be his bathroom. Knowing the heat he was probably going for a shower or something, opening the window to let some air in.
I laughed. Catching myself thinking again, even trying to work out what he was doing now, it was funny I guess, but he’d probably have thought it was a little lame. Or creepy. Or both...
But I guess that’s the beauty of your thoughts being private, in your own head, right? I could imagine him in the shower, and that was harmless. It’s not like I was intruding on him or anything, I was just... teasing myself. That seemed like as good a word as any, since those thoughts were interesting and a little exciting.
7
Through the window, I saw her momentarily snap her head up in my direction. Probably she’d gone outside again, now she was dressed and not exposed or vulnerable, and had heard the window open. I smiled to myself for a second at the ironic about-face of seeing her in her underwear one moment, and soon after she’s looking up at me, not realizing I’ve just taken mine off to get in this shower.
I felt like a dirty bastard thinking the thoughts I was having, even though they weren’t doing her any harm... in fact, I imagined she might rather enjoy them if I shared them with her. While washing myself, I let my mind wander through ideas of things I might do to her if I had a chance. What things she might enjoy. I was very careful, though, not to allow myself to act on any of these ideas there and then, because the feeling of anticipation made all those thoughts all the more exciting.
As I turned the water off and stepped out, the temptation to go over to her house was very real, and at the momentary idea that I very well might do just that, my breath caught in my throat and made me shiver with nervous excitement.
But of course it would be a bad idea to do that. For one thing, going and suggesting a... rendez-vous... might – certainly – would result in a slapped face and a knee to the crotch. I stood for a minute, looking out of curiosity out of the window again, letting the air in to help me dry.
She was still out there, lying back again, with her eyes closed. I imagined her lying on her front in just her underwear again, and wondered if she liked having her back rubbed... or her legs... her thighs. The thought of walking round to the next street to knock on her door (...so to speak...) once again fluttered through my mind, refusing to leave. My mind was a moth, and she was a light. How had I never noticed her before...?
I turned and slowly walked out of the room, relishing the feeling of being cool while it lasted, which I knew wouldn’t be very long, and went into my bedroom to get some fresh clothes – some loose army fatigues I’d had for too many years and a short-sleeved shirt I felt in no way obliged to button up completely, and thought then of going for a ten-minute walk and then sitting down and putting some music on. The walk would get a little more air to me, and it would also (I thought, with a chuckle) give me a chance to prove to myself that I had the self-restraint to knock on the door of that house. I hoped.
8
The heat seemed to be collecting in my clothes, even though they were light-coloured. I couldn’t have been sitting back like that for more than ten minutes, but already my legs and arms felt hot enough to cook an egg on. I pulled myself up and winced as the fabric of my jeans pulled at my waist, pushing the hot button against my navel. I dropped back down and unfastened it, and thought I should probably go back in.
That was the thing with days like this. Inside was boring, but outside could get a little intense when there wasn’t anything to do but sunbathe. I wondered if I should think about going out, maybe walk out into town and look around the shops or get a coffee or something... that would help get me away from here for a while, and give me something to do.
But the thought of walking around just made me feel sweaty, and once I was out I’d have to get back. Getting the bus would be awful too, those things really are like ovens.
Maybe a walk round the block wouldn’t do any harm, though, and then have a shower myself... I looked up at the window of the other house, curious, and saw it was still open, and for just a second wondered what it would be like to have a shower with him. In spite of myself, I held my hand up to shield my eyes from the bright light and strained to see if he was still in there, but I couldn’t see anything – and then wondered if it was normal to turn into a peeping... whatever-I’d-be.
Inside, the lack of bright sunlight made me feel a sudden chill, but that only lasted a moment. Everything seemed dark in contrast to outside now, even though I’d had my eyes closed most of the time I’d been out there.
I grabbed a pair of trainers and put them on, and stepped out of the front door, letting the door click behind me. The road was long and curved, and my place, like all the other semis on this side of the street had concreted driveways and short walls. The houses didn’t look like much from the outside, but if the others were like mine, I didn’t imagine the occupants would have much to complain about. Especially if they’d been in places like where I’d lived before.
There was a gentle breeze, which I could feel was cooler than the actual temperature out there, but somehow made it feel warmer. Not that it bothered me so much, other than making me hope it wasn’t going to still be like this in the evening, or else I’d not get any sleep.
A car went past, which I wouldn’t have noticed if it hadn’t been for it going much slower than I was used to seeing. I never learned to drive, myself, but I’m so used to seeing people shoot down the road too fast that it seems more... noteworthy... when they pass at a slower speed.
9
I walked slowly down toward the end of the road, toward the main road mine branched off from. There were cars going up and down, people on the way to and from wherever they thought it was so important to go, and I longed again for the feeling of rocketing down a road with all the windows open. It would be worth learning to drive just for that.
As I rounded the corner, I hummed quietly to myself, some rock’n’roll song I’d heard on a film I liked, and was trying to remember the lyrics when I suddenly found myself face-to-face with... her.
I nodded and said hello, trying not to act as though I’d been having some pretty intimate thoughts concerning her a matter of minutes ago. She smiled in a slightly strained and forced way which, a moment later, I realized, made her look a little nervous. I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on people.
‘Are you alright?’ I didn’t want her to be feeling nervous or anything like that, and it crossed my mind that if she was, it might be because I’d seen her out in her garden before. I wondered what about that might make her feel in any way nervous or self-conscious – it wasn’t as though she’d been naked or touching herself or anything.
She looked at me and nodded. ‘Yeah, just hot... you?’
‘Not bad. Are you off anywhere nice?’
She breathed in. ‘No. Just bored, thought I’d have a quick walk round.’
Well, that was a coincidence.
10
I totally didn’t expect to bump into him like that, we must have been thinking the same thing... my breath caught in my throat at the thought; what if he really was?
He told me he was out for the same reason as me, and asked a little awkwardly if I fancied some company while I walked. He gave the impression of being a little nervous or distracted, and I could tell that the brief moment we made eye contact was a bit of a struggle for him. Was he usually like that, or had he seen me before and he was feeling awkward now, thinking about it? There was no way of telling, and now I thought about it I wasn’t sure if we’d ever made eye contact before when we’d bumped into each other.
It was a nice idea, walking around for a while with someone for a change, and I said that to him, so we walked away together down the main road, back toward town, but took a couple of sideroads I’d not seen before, where there were some much bigger houses than I’d expected to see, with big gardens and lawns and old trees. A scenic route, which made me wonder if this was the kind of route he normally walked along or if he was just showing me some places round here that he figured I’d probably not seen before.
We talked a little as we were walking along. I told him where I’d come here from and that I’d only been in the neighbourhood for a couple of weeks, and he told me he’d lived in his house for about eighteen months. He still seemed a little awkward, even as we were talking, as though he didn’t talk to people very often. There were things he wasn’t saying, which made me wonder even more than before if there was some part of himself that he wasn’t letting on was there. It was obvious that he wasn’t just a drone without a personality, but he just wasn’t saying much about himself.
I, on the other hand, was getting to be more comfortable now, and even daring. I took a deep breath and then threw caution to the wind and said, ‘so, did you like what you saw before?’
11
Aah. I hadn’t expected that. It was funny, the more I’d tried to help her feel at ease and get rid of the nerves she’d seemed to be feeling just before, the more awkward I felt myself. Now she was asking me outright about having seen her sunbathing, and not even in a subtle way that would allow me to deny I’d seen her or question what she meant.
‘Well,’ I said. ‘Of course I did. Why did you run back inside?’
She stopped and blinked.
I laughed. ‘Well, it’s nice to see,’ I continued, and then realized immediately how creepy it sounded. Oh well, if I get a slap I get a slap. ‘You don’t have to be shy with me.’ I put some subtle stress on the word “shy,” daring her to interpret it how she would, and daring myself to push further.
‘I’ll...’ she said, and then started again, slowly and quietly. ‘I’ll bear that in mind.’ She laughed herself, for a second seeming again a little bit nervous, and carried on walking.
I slowly realized that walking and talking was actually distracting me from the heat... and, of course, in realizing that, started to feel it even more. ‘Pfft,’ I said, tugging a button open on my shirt.
‘What?’
‘Bit warm. Can’t blame you for sitting out in your underwear, next time I might just join you.’
She looked at me sideways as we crossed over a road. ‘Hmm,’ she said. Well, she hadn’t slapped me, that was a good sign. And was that a hint of pink in her cheek?
12
I couldn’t tell if he was joking when he made that comment. A jokey thing said in a serious way, and it made me wonder if he was just saying something daft to be friendly, or if he meant... something else. I actually hoped he meant something else. There was a definite vibe of interest coming off him now, but it was subtle, even though some of his mannerisms were openly flirtatious and some of the things he was saying were suggestive. Did that mean he normally talked like this but was attracted to me too? I couldn’t imagine that being the case, if for no other reason than that he’d seemed much more reserved, even almost shy, until just a minute ago.
When he undid the button on his shirt, I couldn’t help hoping he’d undo more. He was good-looking and I wanted to see his body. I wanted him to do things with me, and felt naughty for wanting it now when I hadn’t even thought about him before today, and still didn’t even know his name.
‘Hmm...’ I looked at him and bit my lip. ‘Maybe you should,’ I said.
I think we were both daring ourselves, both unsure what the other was thinking, but I was just wanting to take him home right then, and get him with his clothes off. I had been thrilled to imagine him looking at me sunbathing, and now I wanted more. I wanted him.
We came to a kissing-gate at the edge of what looked like a little woody park, which seemed like a golden opportunity. I jogged ahead and waited in front of it, blocking his way. ‘But first,’ I said, ‘you have to pay me.’
13
She looked at me through narrowed eyes, and coyly turned her head and presented her cheek to me, in a slightly affected old-fashioned sort of way. I took the last couple of steps toward her and stopped, and leaned down to kiss her cheek, noting her smell as I did. She smelled of shampoo and something else, which might just have been the sweat of a hot afternoon. It was an amazing smell, and I paused, breathing it in, and slowly touched my lips to her cheek, feeling her warm skin, and then at the last moment lowered my head and kissed her neck, under her left ear.
I heard her breathe in sharply and jump a little as I opened my lips for a second and then closed them again, sucking and nibbling slightly to let her know I could be playful too. I then pulled away and looked at her face, and saw she was blushing gently.
There was something in her expression which made me feel as though maybe I wouldn’t get slapped or kneed if I made a more obvious advance toward her. I leaned in and kissed her again, this time on the mouth. Very gently at first, very softly, but when she leaned in toward me, resting her hands on me, I knew that was unnecessary. I opened my mouth and touched her lips with my tongue. Her own tongue was friendly and inviting.
This felt better than I thought it would. Much better. But I wanted to do things to her that would make her feel good, maybe even lose control.
But I wanted to see if she would fight for it. She seemed to be willing to, but I didn’t want to concede just yet.
I put my arms around her waist and pulled her hips in to meet mine.
14
Oh wow, I thought to myself, was this really happening? This felt good, but it was so naughty... which made it feel even better. I pressed myself hard against him, and he groaned quietly and bit my lip, and that made me forget for a moment that we were in a public place. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he sucked the tip. I wondered for a moment what his tongue might feel like against my...
I pulled away again and bit my lip, looking down at the gravelly ground. He let his hands drop from my waist, and as I looked up I noticed his... well, he looked at least as excited as I felt. I extended a hand slowly, tempted to touch him, but he slapped my wrist away, with an urgency as though I was about to touch a hot stove.
I looked at his face, and saw a stern expression. He took hold of the hand he’d slapped and raised it to his mouth, and missed my fingertips.
‘All in good time,’ he said.
I nodded and looked down again. Sometimes I feel very lucky to be a woman. It’s much easier to hide... certain things.
We walked through the gate and into the place, which was a little park, just like I’d thought. It was still very humid, and the smell of soil and growing things, along with how excited I was now, made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t expected. I hadn’t done anything with a man outside before. I hadn’t even thought about it before. But now the thought was in my head, I couldn’t understand why it hadn’t ever occurred to me before to try it.
There were a lot of different trees there, some thin and short and obviously very young, and some huge that looked like they’d been there forever. Except for the rustling of leaves in the breeze, everything was quiet in a way that made it easy to forget again that we were in a public place.
15
Neither of us were saying anything, but that was okay with me. She was looking around between the trees and me, like she was trying to distract herself or else she was just enjoying the whole atmosphere.
It made me feel good, thinking that she was enjoying herself there with me. Or at least that she was going to be, soon enough.
I took her hand in mine again as we came to a big sycamore, and stopped. She didn’t realize I’d stopped until my grip on her hand pulled her arm, but then she stopped too, and turned to face me. ‘What?’ She said.
There was nobody around, which meant I didn’t have to feel like I was putting either of us on show as I pushed her suddenly against the trunk of the tree by her shoulders.
She looked me in the eye and said nothing. I pressed her against the tree and leaned in to kiss her neck again, but now I wasn’t gentle. I sucked her neck and nibbled it for several seconds, and just before I pulled away, I nipped her with my teeth, just enough so that she’d feel it. She squeaked and turned her head to push me away, and I pulled back, looking at her face.
‘Do you like that?’ I said.
‘Mmm.’ She closed her eyes.
I stopped pressing her against the tree and put my hand on her neck where I’d been kissing it. ‘What else do you like?’
She slowly raised a hand and touched my shoulder, and trailed it down to my chest, and then my stomach, and then my crotch. I didn’t stop her this time, and she squeezed gently. I gasped.
I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed up and down, front to back, still unable to get the mental image of her sunbathing out of my head.[span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'] Then, kneeling down, I kissed her through her jeans, between her legs, pushing my face in close.
16
My knees buckled a little, and I put my hands on his shoulders and scratched. He grunted into me, an animal sound that made me feel like I wanted to go wild, myself. I could feel myself getting wetter, so much that I wondered if he could feel it through my jeans. The idea gave me a jolt. I pushed his head away and he stood up and took a step back.
‘Do you taste as good as you smell?’
I laughed shyly, in spite of myself, and then slowly pushed a hand down into the waistband of my jeans, into my underwear. My lips were slick and warm, and as my finger brushed past my clit I felt another jolt of electricity run up my spine. He must have seen me shiver, because I suddenly became aware that he was watching me closely and intently. Studying me.
It felt good. It felt good to have my finger there,[span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'] and it felt good to be watched. I gave myself another flick, and pulled my hand out of my jeans again, making sure my finger was wet. He was staring between my finger and where it had just been, but allowed me to lock eyes with him as I brought my hand up and tasted my finger.
‘Hmm,’ I said. ‘I don’t think I taste too bad.’
He stepped forward again and leaned one hand on the tree under my arm, and touched my navel with the other, stroking from side to side and working down. Still looking me in the eye, he said ‘mind if I taste you myself?’
His fingers pushed down into my jeans and rested between my lips, before moving slowly up and down. His face was as pink as I thought mine probably was, and as he touched me he leaned in and kissed me again, caressing my tongue with his at the same time as caressing my clit with his fingers. I moaned into his mouth and moved my hips forward to give him better access.
It felt so good to be touched like this, I would probably have come quite quickly if he didn’t pull his fingers away from me after a minute or two. Still close to me, he licked my juices off them. ‘Mmm,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘Yes, you do.’
I sighed and fought the urge to touch myself again. This was making me crazy. I wanted to come, and I wanted to do it right then and there, but he seemed to be having other plans.
17
She tasted delicious. I wanted to touch her more, hold her tight, make her come. I wanted to fuck her right there against that tree. But even more, I wanted to tease her. To make her beg me to allow her to fall over the edge.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t touch her a little more though, first. My fingers found their way there again, and I leaned down and kissed her stomach as I stroked between her feverishly hot lips again.
I was getting to be uncomfortably hard now, my penis dribbling a little precum; its own way of letting me know how jealous it was of my fingers.
It wasn’t long before she started to grind slightly, almost imperceptibly, against the two fingers I was touching her with, and rocking between me and the tree. I stood up again and looked into her eyes, holding my fingers still.
She let out a small moan, and I moved my fingers up, as though I was going to pull my hand away again. But then at the last moment, I pushed them down again and curled them up, pushing them inside her. She gasped and gave a louder moan at that, and looked at me hungrily, reaching down and touching me again. I twitched a little at her touch, and for a second forgot myself and moved my fingers in and out of her quickly.
‘Ohh fuck,’ she said, and her head rolled back. She was rolling her hips on my hand, and when I pulled it away – for real this time – she followed me for a moment, before sinking against the tree again.
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It was so good, I was so close, why did he have to stop right then? I screwed my eyes up and sighed in frustration, and gripped his cock, hard, through his pants. ‘Stop fucking around,’ I said. I wasn’t kidding. He was teasing me, and it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough, not now he’d started.
I felt him stiffen slightly more in my hand, and he pulled away. ‘I beg your pardon?’ He said.
‘I said stop fucking around.’
‘Oh really?’ He slapped my leg playfully but hard, and it hurt. But the pain felt good, as excited as I was, and I had to suppress another moan.
We started walking again, and this time he led me a much quicker route back to his house, which must have only taken five minutes or so. I didn’t protest or say anything. We walked inside in silence, and he locked the door behind us and then led me though the house to the back.
He stopped at the door and looked at me. ‘You like the air, don’t you?’
I might have been nervous if I hadn’t been so horny and frustrated now, but as it was, I didn’t care. I told him so. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and we went outside again. He kicked his shoes off and tossed them inside, and I did the same. It was just lawn in his garden, and the grass was warm and dry.
There were a couple of cheap-looking white plastic chairs near the back door and a roughly painted old wooden bench near one of the high fences along the side. He led me over to the bench and pushed me down, and sat next to me.
I waited for him to do something for a moment, but he was just looking at me. It couldn’t have been more obvious that he was thinking something, even though he wasn’t doing anything yet.
‘Come on, I said stop fucking around.’
‘Ooh,’ he said. ‘That’s three times you’ve said it now... you must really mean it.’
I said nothing. Instead, I reached over and tugged at his shirt, pulling it roughly off him, and took off my own top as well. He put a hand on my stomach and then got off the bench, and knelt down in front of it, between my legs.
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I didn’t want to go too fast, but maybe I’d been taking it a little slow for her. I was glad about that, it’s never as satisfying if you get what you want immediately. Or at least that’s how I feel, especially where sex is concerned.
Kneeling on the grass in front of her, I looked up at her and unfastened the button on her jeans, and pulled them off her, leaving her there dressed just the same as when I’d seen her before.
The tan looked good on her, I had to admit that. Her skin was warm and smooth, and I stroked her thighs with just my fingertips, at the same time looking her up and down, drinking in the sight of her body responding to my touch, and the look on her face. Her eyes were very dark, but in the bright sunlight they shone with a patina like a piece of polished copper or antique mahogany.
I pulled back and held her feet in my hands, and kissed her legs slowly, making my way up toward her thighs, holding her legs up and apart the whole time. When I got to her inner thighs, I kissed them as gently and softly as I could. She shivered slightly, and I moved in and kissed her between her legs.
She was still very wet and warm, and I could feel her lips outlined against the cloth with my own lips and with my tongue. I pressed in with my tongue, and moved it in and out quickly.
Of course it wasn’t going to feel as good as it would without her underwear in the way, and after a count of thirty I hooked my fingers in them and pulled them off her, tossing them aside on the grass.
She instinctively pulled her legs together, probably feeling exposed with the sunlight, but I gently parted them again and planted a long kiss there. She moaned and put her hands on my head again, and then moaned again as I started pressing my tongue between her lips and licked up the juices she was leaking.
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Fucking finally, and it felt so good. Soft and wet and warm and so much nicer than his fingers. I could tell he enjoyed doing it, and I don’t doubt he could tell I was enjoying him doing it. I put my legs at right-angles and thrust my hips at him, and closed my eyes, letting my head roll back and enjoying the feeling of the Sun’s heat beating down on me and his mouth between my legs.
I felt exposed and was a little nervous that someone in one of the other houses nearby might look out of a window and see us like this. I half-imagined seeing someone looking down out of a back bedroom or bathroom window or something, watching us or even shouting something across to us.
But I didn’t really care. I knew I would afterwards, but right now it just felt good, and that was all I did care about.
The only thing that didn’t quite felt good was my breasts, all sweaty in my bra, so I took my hands off his head and took it off. I didn’t think he’d mind.[span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes']
His tongue moved up and down, lapping at my clit, and I felt it starting again to build up in me, like an ache I hadn’t managed to quite get rid of. I felt myself tensing a little, despite trying not to, and opened my eyes to look down at him, watch him licking me.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. Not just doing this, but doing it in a place where we could be seen, even if it was technically his property. I think it was disbelief that made me able to enjoy it, because otherwise I wouldn’t have let him touch me.
‘Ohh yes,’ I said, pulling his head closer and pushing my hips up, grinding into his mouth. ‘Don’t stop.’
He didn’t. Or, not quite. He stopped doing exactly what he was doing, and instead started to press the tip of his tongue lightly against me, press and relax, only very lightly, and quickly.
‘I said don’t stop!’
I gripped his head between my hands and pulled him as tight against myself as I could. It was building up, and he was easing off at the same time, obviously wanting to keep me where I was for as long as I could stand.
But I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to let go, I wanted to–
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She stiffened, and her nails dug into my scalp. She was there, and now I was going to give her more.
I flicked her faster with the tip of my tongue, and sucked rhythmically as she scratched hard at my head and neck, breathing hoarsely and erratically.
Eventually, she relaxed and pushed me away, her breathing still harsh and shallow. I sat back on the grass and looked at her, looking down at me and panting.
It was hard keeping the excitement from showing, in my pants or on my face. I lifted myself up and stood over her, keeping eye contact the whole time.
‘Do you feel a little more relaxed now?’
She leaned forward and bit her lip. ‘Maybe just a little,’ she said, ‘but is that all you’ve got?’
She then closed her legs and leaned further down, balancing on her toes, and let herself drop down onto the grass in front of me. I groaned. ‘Hell, no.’ I took hold of her and spun round, pressing her down on the ground, and kissed her hard. Her mouth was looser now, her tongue more responsive and fluid in its movements. It took a lot of effort to not grind against her still with my pants on, but that could be remedied easily.
I lifted myself up and took my pants off, and then my shorts. I don’t know if she’d ever done anything like this outside, but as comfortable as I hoped I seemed to her to be with it, I hadn’t done it. It was new, it was exciting. It was terrifying, and that made it thrilling.
I kissed her again as I eased myself into her, and once inside her I stayed still for a moment, relishing this feeling, which I’d not experienced in longer than I really wanted to think about. She was hot and slick, and we both gasped when I started to rock on top of her.
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‘Oh, fuck,’ I said. This was what I’d been waiting for, and now I could feel it I knew why he wanted to keep me waiting so long.
He bit my lip and laughed, and then gasped again and leaned up, hooking his arms under my knees and pulling me up so my bottom was off the grass and he was knelt up, holding me there. I moved my hips up and down with his movements, and looked up at his face and then down to what he was doing to me.
Looking around to see everything around us gave me a renewed sense of how much danger we were in of being caught... but then, watching him fucking me like that, watching him going in and out of me, made it feel so much better and more real. He was heaving deep breaths and looking down at me with an expression of deep hunger in his eyes, and for a moment I wondered how long he’d been thinking about doing this to me.
I wriggled my legs out of his grip and let them rest on his shoulders, and held his hands, letting my head roll back and closing my eyes. He was speeding up and I was already getting close again, and I lifted my hips up higher to pull him deeper inside me.
‘Ohh, yes,’ he whispered, thrusting and holding it there for a second, and then starting again, dropping my hands and reaching forward to touch my breasts. He rolled my nipples in his hands, but I had to stop him... that was a little too intense. I put his hands on my hips and reached up, putting mine under his arms.
He gripped my hips hard, and pulled and pushed me, and I met his thrusts hard, bouncing against him, stroking his chest with one hand and moving the other down to touch my clit while he was fucking me. He looked down and watched me, and let out a long, low moan.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, and forced myself to breathe more steadily.
‘Mmm,’ he said shakily. ‘Does that feel good?’
I nodded without opening my eyes. ‘Uh-huh.’ It did. I carried on flicking up and down, and it didn’t take long for me to get right to the edge again, concentrating on the feeling of his cock in and out of me, my fingers working on my clit, and us both exposed to the still-hot afternoon air
‘Ohhh...’ I moaned pushing away the feeling for one last moment, and then I let go. I could feel myself pulsing around him, and he stopped thrusting, instead pushing himself as deep as he could go as I came again, unable to feel or think about anything except how this felt.
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I stopped thrusting when I felt her starting to come on me, otherwise I would have gone over the edge myself, and I wasn’t ready yet. I watched her blush harder and listened to her breathing, and watched her play with herself as I held my throbbing cock inside her clenching pussy.
Biting my lip hard, I willed myself not to come yet, not yet, not yet...
I pulled out very slowly when she was finished, until just my tip was inside her. Her hands both dropped to the ground beside her. I leaned down and kissed her neck softly, and then pulled myself out of her completely and stood up, helping her to stand up, somewhat unstably.
‘Over there,’ I said, ‘and lean against the wall, facing it.’
She hobbled over and put her hands flat against the fence between my garden and her own, parted her legs, and stuck her bum out. Hmm, I thought. It’s nice to be understood.
I followed her trailed my fingertips up and down her spine, and felt her shiver. I then ran them up her sides, round her shoulders, down again. Down to her bottom, where I trailed gentle circles, and leaned in and kissed the back of her neck. She was shivering at my touch now, and sweat was dripping off both of us.
After a second, I stepped back, still tracing circles around her buttocks with my fingertips, and then I stopped. Her backside was moving up and down slightly as she breathed, and she was straining to turn and watch me. I slapped her right buttock, and the sound echoed off the nearby buildings.
She squealed and straightened for a second, and turned round again to face the fence.
I brought my right hand forward and pressed it between her legs, playing with her clit a little, pushing my fingers inside, playing her again, and then came in close behind her again, pulling her bottom back further and then pushing myself inside her again. She pushed herself back to me further still, meeting my thrusts again, and I leaned my head on her shoulder and put both my hands on her thighs, and thrust up into her fast.
Her juices were running down my length and down her legs, and we were both moaning and grunting and making slapping noises. I was getting close now myself, and wasn’t sure how long I could hold it off.
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I moved with him, bobbed up and down, felt him pushing into me from behind. I was dizzy from the heat, and my legs were shaky, so I was grateful for the fence in front of me... but then, doing it stood up like this felt so good. I felt a hand on my hip, firm but gentle, and another creeping down between my legs. Two fingers – his, not mine – touched me, and moved up and down, stroking me just like he had before.
‘Gentle... be gentle... sensitive...’ I breathed, and his fingers slowed down, working more easily, less urgently, but I could tell he was having to force himself to be gentle. Even though he was behind me and I couldn’t see him, it was hot to think he was holding back, making himself be gentle because I was getting sensitive now. I reached a hand behind me and put it on his hip. He was wet with sweat, and he was getting tenser, his movements more jerky, by the second.
He was going to come soon, I could feel it and hear it in how he was breathing. I pulled away slightly and gripped his hip, and got it. He stopped moving, letting me take control, and I moved further out so just his tip was inside me. I squeezed him and moved back and forth slowly, not taking all him again yet. I wanted to tease him like he’d teased me.
It seemed to be working. He was breathing deeper and making small noises in his throat, still not moving at all other than his fingers, which he moved up and down at the same pace I was moving. Being in control now felt good. I sped up a little and then slowed down a little, sped up, slowed down, and he started using one finger on me instead of two, just barely touching as it moved in tiny circles.
I felt his mouth on my shoulder, nibbling at my skin, and I turned my head round to let him kiss my mouth. I had to turn my body a little, but not much, and we kissed slowly and deeply. Just a second after our tongues touched, I felt him spasm inside me, and I thrust myself back onto him hard, pulling him in as deep as he could get. He tried to continue kissing me but his mouth went slack as he moaned. I sucked his tongue and moaned quietly as well, encouraging him.
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It was so intense, I wanted to scream. Somehow I managed to just moan, and when I’d finished coming I felt dizzy. I didn’t want to stop before she could come again, but she pulled away from me once she was sure I’d finished.
I stood there, panting stupidly, and she turned round and put her hand on my side, pulling me in again and hugging me.
‘Did that feel good?’ She said. I could feel her hand between us, touching herself again slowly.
I nodded and kissed her neck, and tried to take over again, but she slapped my hand away.
‘You’ve done enough for now,’ she said.
I laughed quietly and flicked her earlobe with my tongue. ‘I’m only just getting warmed up.’
She held on to me quietly, and I held her up and stroked her back, enjoying the feeling of her body against mine and the rhythm of her masturbating. Takes a confident woman to do that, and that felt good. After a minute or so, her arm around my back pulled me pulled me in harder, steadying herself. She held a deep breath for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly and let me go. She sighed and let her hands drop down by her sides. ‘Me too.’