She
was just perfect, slim with enough shape to look
good in almost anything. I’ve dated good-looking
girls before but none of them had been as
comfortable with their own bodies as Liz was. She
had come out of the shower and dropped her towel
leaving her gloriously naked. Those long slim legs
and round firm tits. She pulled on a pair of panties
and then went to make a cup of tea; god doesn’t
that girl ever get dressed. She just had the most
perfect tits I had ever had my hands on although
I’ve no idea what size they are and Liz probably
doesn’t either. She doesn’t ever wear a bra and
I suspect that doesn’t even own one. The last time
she wore one was at school and that was a 32A but
she says she has grown a bit since then.
“We doing anything today?” she asked sipping her
hot tea.
It was Sunday, bright and sunny.
“Yeah we could do,” I replied stretching lazily.
“You have a your shower and have a think of
somewhere to go,” she said. “I’ll finish this
then I’ll get dressed.
Her getting dressed on a warm sunny day like this
meant something scanty. She wasn’t being sexy it
was just the way she was. I came down from my shower
and surprisingly she was quite decent. Her shorts
weren’t that short and her button up top was
buttoned up.
“We’ll have lunch in that little Pub we both
like, then we’ll watch the cricket on the
green,” I announced.
“The lunch sounds ok,” she smiled “but the
cricket sounds a bummer unless I get to play with
some of the players.”
“You do what you want,” I said with a big smile.
“Well, if we are going to laze about on the
village green, I could catch some sun and a few
lustful stares too,” she said with a smile. “So
in that case I’ll go and put a bikini on under
this
Lunch was perfect we lingered over a pint of local
real ale and a Ploughman’s lunch. Then about two
we wandered across the road to watch the village
green cricket match. We found a nice place under an
old oak tree where there was a little shade for me.
“Mmm, this’ll do fine,” she said and she
spread out her blanket.
Off came her top and shorts and she was left in that
was for her a modest bikini. Out of the back of the
car I fetched a folding chair and a flask of hot
coffee. The game started soon after but I could see
that for most of the time the players were looking
over at us, well at Liz anyway. If they thought that
her swimming costume was nice they should see her in
one of her more skimpy bikinis. She rolled over and
unclipped her top and every guy on or off the field
held their breath and looked over to see.
At about five or so Tea was called and a gang of
players came over to see if we wanted some and to
ogle at Liz who by this time had enough of the sun
and put her sun top back on but leaving her bikini
top off. We both accepted a plate of sandwiches and
a cup of tea.
“Some of those guys are cute,” she said once
they had departed.
“Are they, I didn’t notice,” I said.
“Perhaps I should pop over there later and see
what I can find,” she giggled.
“I’ll tell you exactly what you will find,” I
said.
“Oh yes,” she looked up at me, her face a
picture of innocence.
“As many hard cocks as you can throw a stick
at,” I said.
“But I don’t want to throw any sticks,” she
giggled. “Can I please?”
I don’t have any hold over her and it was nice
when she asked my permission to be naughty.
“Please just a couple of the younger ones,” she
said.
“Ok, but be careful,” I said.
She got up and brushed herself down and wandered off
towards the pavilion. I watched her go and in truth
the view of her back was just as nice as her front.
She one of those rare girls who are so graceful they
seem to glide along, float even. I watched her until
she was out of sight then I poured myself a new cup
of coffee and bit into one of the ham sandwiches.
A little later the teams came out for the next
innings and the game started again. I had finished
my coffee and now waited for her to reappear. I was
getting slightly worried when I spied her trim
figure exit the pavilion and walked towards me. She
didn’t look any different until she got closer
when I noticed that only a few of her top buttons
were done up.
“All right,” I asked as she lay down at my feet.
“Have a nice time.”
“Mmm, lovely thanks,” she sighed and stretched
out before me.
I suppose I’ll get the full story later but for
now she was content just to soak up some more sun.
The ride home was made in silence but a comfortable
silence, each deep within our own thoughts.
“Bags I first dibs at the shower,” she laughed
and stripped off her clothes in the hallway and ran
upstairs.
Later after a half bottle of rose wine she was
laying with her head on my lap the rest of her just
about covered with a thin dressing gown.
“Thank you for today,” she sighed.
“That’s ok,” I said, for every day she was in
my company was something to treasure.
“Everything was perfect,” she sighed again.
“The lunch, the sun those young boys all eager to
please, just perfect.”
I waited for her story to come out but I wasn’t
coming to ask.
“They were so cute,” she giggled sexily, “I
doubt if any of them were even shaving yet but they
could still get their cocks nice and hard for me.”
I reached out and slipped my hand under her gown and
gently squeezed her breasts.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she sighed. “I think I
fell in love with your hands before I fell in love
with you.”
Well I was gobsmacked; she had never uttered words
like ‘love’ before. I knew she like me, liked
being with me but love was a four lettered word.
“What are those words to the song, ‘I want a man
with slow hand’,” she said. “Well that’s
what you’ve got, not like those boys this
afternoon.”
“Yeah,” I encouraged.
“Talk about eager,” she giggled, “first tits
they got their hot hands on I’ll bet. Don’t
stop, I just love your hands on me.”
I wasn’t aware that I had stopped but I found I
was holding my breath just waiting for her to fill
in the details.
“I suppose you want to hear all the hot and
disgusting details,” she giggled. “Well I
suppose I should after you were so nice in letting
me go in the first place. You know a lot of guys
wouldn’t have allowed it.”
“Is that so?” I said.
“Yeah, they get all possessive which is silly,”
she mused. “Cause if I wanted to I could sneak off
behind your back and do anything I wanted. With you,
you know I’m here because I want to be.”
“Is that right,” I said.
“Yeah, ok, where was I, oh yes, their hot
hands,” she said. “There was only two of them,
all young and eager. I’ve said that before
haven’t I, sorry.”
“That’s ok,” I said.
“Ok, just two of them, young and fresh and totally
unsullied,” she said. “I lured them out the back
so that we could be alone. That was the easy part,
the hard part was not having every other guy there
tagging along. God but they were eager though,
almost tearing at my clothes. Actual they did tear
at my clothes, ripped a couple of buttons off my
top.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Yeah, then they almost ripped my bikini briefs
too,” she said. “Anyway I pushed them off and
removed it myself, then I lay down on the grass and
spread my legs. God you should have seen their eyes,
nearly popped out of their heads.”
“I’ll bet,” I commented, for she keeps herself
completely shaved down below.
“They stood there like statues, just staring,”
she giggled. “In the end I had to grab one of
their hands and pull him down on top of me. He
pushed his hardness into me and it felt so nice, I
think he lasted all of two pumps before he was
spurting in me; poor dear.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Made up for it second time around though,” she
said.
“Good,” I said for something like that could
scar a young lad’s life.
“Of course luckily I had cock number two to deal
with,” she said. “Just as soon as his buddy had
stopped twitching and rolled out of the way he took
over. He lasted much longer; all of four pumps.”
“Oh,” I said again.
“Yeah, but they both performed really well second
time around,” she said, “It was really nice,
their young smooth bodies flexing and straining, god
I’m getting hot again. They were both hard again
almost immediately and this time it took them a long
time.”
“Yes I was getting a little worried,” I
confessed.
“Worried, you thought I had been sold in to
slavery or something?” she asked.
“No of course not,” I said, “but you might
have bitten off more than you could chew.”
“There’s nothing I can’t chew,” she giggled.
“Talking about chewing, can I have yours in my
mouth now; I want to feel you spurt.”
“Sure,” I said.
“I really had a nice come today, not one of my
mind blowing ones, you know were I nearly pass out,
but a nice one anyway, so I really don’t want to
come again,” she said, “I’m more than
satisfied in that department; now I just want to
make you happy and contented.”
There was no rush; she slowly used her lips and
tongue on my cock while I gently kneaded her fine
tits. At last I felt the buzz as my orgasm
approached and I just let it go and pumped my sperm
into her waiting mouth.
“Mmm, you taste as nice as ever,” she sighed.
“And you feel as nice as ever,” I replied.
“Thank you my love,” she said with a sigh of
contentment. “Thank you for such a lovely day.”
“Yes it was a lovely day,” I agreed.
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by Jax
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