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Subject: {ASSM} A Job in the Country Chapter 4 (ff MF Voy.)
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The next day was one of those glorious summer days where the sun
starts shining brightly the moment it clears the horizon and beams
down uninterrupted until dusk. The air was fresh, the sky was blue and
there was a soft breeze to drift the smell of newly cut grass across
the scene. The only thing to mar the peace was some irritating sod
down by the road with a very loud radio tuned to a local pop station.
But I determined not to let that spoil my breakfast.
Dumping the dirty dishes in the sink, besides yesterdays, I told
myself that I really would wash them up later. Stepping outside I took
a deep breath and remembered that hedge trimming was the order of the
day. On such a beautiful morning I didn't particularly feel like
hacking at innocent, helpless plants who were only extending their
branches to soak up more of the precious sunlight bestowed so freely
from heaven, but if Ester wanted them regimented into neat order who
was I to disagree.
I strolled around to the tool shed, took a petrol driven hedge trimmer
from its rack on the wall and spent a good twenty minutes cleaning it
up and wiping down the blades with an oily rag before topping up the
tank and setting off for the tennis court.
As I came around the corner of the house Roslyn strolled out of the
lounge wearing a short robe.
"'Morning, David," she yawned.
"Good morning, Miss," I replied.
"You don't have to be so formal with me," she undid the belt of the
robe. "After yesterday I think you can call me Ross," she smiled.
"Sure thing, Ross," I smiled back.
"Why, what happened yesterday?" I looked around to fine that her
mother had followed her out of the house.
I gulped down my smile.
"Oh, nothing," Roslyn turned away and slipped the robe from her
shoulders. "David just came upon me and Elizabeth skinny-dipping in
the pool yesterday morning, that's all."
For a moment I thought she was about to do the same again as the robe
dropped to uncover her naked back. It wasn't until the robe had
dropped far enough to reveal her bottom that I realized that she was
wearing a swimsuit. It was just that the strap that ran behind her
neck had been concealed by her hair and the suit was cut so as to
leave all of her back bear. Though even the inner halves of her
buttocks that where covered by the red lycra of her suit were clearly
defined. As was the cleft that ran between.
"I've told you before that I don't want you doing that!" Ester stated.
But Roslyn pretended that she hadn't heard her mother and dove
straight into the pool before she could be expected to reply. We stood
there and watched her glide under the water to surface at the far end
of the pool, gasp in some air and dive again.
"So you're off to do the hedges," Ester turned to me.
"Yes, Mam," I tore my eyes from her daughter.
"You don't have to call me Mam, David," she said.
"But I like you call you Mam, Mam," I smiled at her. "It's to let you
know that I can be of service to you any time you wish."
"Yes," she smiled back. And as she turned to go back into the house
her loosened robe gave me a glimpse that she was naked underneath.
"Well don't let me keep you from your hedge trimming," and she stepped
inside.
Smiling to myself I set about earning my day's pay.
I was half way down the first side hedge and taking a break from
trimming, when I saw Elizabeth pass on the other side heading towards
the back lawn with a canvas bag over her shoulder. She was walking
fast and keeping a keen eye on the house. She was also wet and was
wearing the same blue swimsuit as yesterday.
"Hi, Elizabeth," I called over the top of the hedge.
She jumped and twirled to face me. "Oh, David," she put her hand to
her heart, and incidentally pushed her left breast up a few inches
under her swim suite. "You gave me a start."
"Sorry," I smiled. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
"Oh, it's nothing," she started walking again. "I'm sorry but I don't
have time to chat just now."
"That's all right," I replied "I'm supposed to be working anyway." And
I bent down to start the trimmer again. Then I lent over the hedge and
watched her as she walked away. Her slim legs pumping away and her
firm buttocks working under her tight, wet swim suit. I felt a growing
erection before she turned behind the higher hedge at the back of the
tennis court and disappeared from my sight.
I concentrated on trimming and didn't see her return. How ever once
I'd finished that side I started work on the back hedge and discovered
the canvas bag she'd been carrying earlier hidden underneath. I looked
around, but there was no one to be seen anywhere. So I squatted down
and to examine the bag. An almost sexual trill of excitement going
through me as I opened it.
Inside was a tube of massage lotion, sitting on top of a rolled up
magazine. I took out the lotion and put it to one side. But as I took
out the magazine something slid out from inside and landed beside my
feet. I looked down to see a seven inch vibrator lying on the grass.
My mouth went dry and my heart started beating faster as I opened the
magazine to discover a sequence of photos of a well built man taking
off sports clothes in a locker room and then taking a shower, before
dressing in a posh looking suit and tie.
I flipped through the pages catching glimpses of lots of tanned,
muscular flesh till I came to the centre fold. I turned it sideways to
look at a picture of a man with the physique to please any two, or
even three, ordinary men. I swallowed hard and closed the magazine.
Rolling it back around the vibrator before repacking the bag and
putting it back where I'd found it.
My opinion of Elizabeth had completely changed. She was not quite the
innocent little sixteen year old I'd thought she was. I mulled what I
found over in my head as I finished trimming the hedges and gathered
up the cut branches to be burned.
As I walked back to the tool shed with the trimmer I noticed that the
roses around the patio seem somewhat untidy. "I suppose I might as
well trim them too," I muttered to myself. So I brought back a pair of
pruning shears and started on them.
A few minutes later Elizabeth come around the side of the house with
another girl of about her own age. The new girl was thin with very
pale skin, jet black hair cut real short and stunning green eyes. Both
girls wore light summer dresses. Elizabeth's was white with a peach
and orange floral pattern. The other's was pale blue.
"Ho. Hi, David," Elizabeth smiled when she saw me.
"Hello, there," I stood up, the pruning shears still in my hand and
smiled back at her.
She gestured to the other girl. "This is Sara. Sara," she pointed back
to me, "This is David, he's our mmm... Odd-jobs-man."
"Pleased to meet you, Sara," I smiled, amused at the job description.
Sara smiled back, our eyes meeting for a moment before she dropped her
gaze.
"We're going to the back lawn to sunbathe," Elizabeth glanced from me
to Sara and back. "See you later David."
"Yes," I replied. "See you." And turned back to my work.
Elizabeth took Sara's hand and the two walked down the lawn. I snipped
a couple of branches before turning to look at them.
Sara wore white bobby socks and a light pair of leather sandals, but
Elizabeth was bare foot and her lightly tanned skin stood out against
the green blades of grass. They walked close enough that the skirts of
their dress brushed against each other enveloping their clasped hands.
Their slender young legs strode in time with each other's as they took
each grace full step, holding hands and laughing together.
When they where halfway down the lawn Elizabeth guided Sara's arm
around her waist, then slipped her own around Sara's. I think Sara
leaned close and kissed Elizabeth's cheek. But then Elizabeth yelped
as Sara stepped on her foot. They separated and Sara turned her head
to look back at me. I returned my concentration to the pruning,
pretending that I hadn't been looking at them and hadn't heard
Elizabeth's yelp.
Elizabeth told Sara to take off her sandals. When I causally looked
back at them I saw Sara bent over taking them off. While Elizabeth
stood beside her rubbing the thin cotton of Sara's dress and pressing
it into the crack between her buttocks. Elizabeth turned her head and
winked at me. I just looked back as my jaw dropped. Then Sara
straightened up and with her sandals in her hand allowed Elizabeth's
hand to remain on her bum as they turned to walk behind the hedge that
surrounds the tennis court.
As they disappeared from my view I had an impulse to follow them.
After all Elizabeth's wink seemed to be an invitation. But even so I
couldn't simply just walk down and stand there looking at them. Then I
remembered that there was a repair job to be done on the tennis court
fence. The wire mesh hand come away from the support at the back
corner. I'd had more than enough of pruning by this time and all that
separated the tennis court from the lawn where Elizabeth and Sara had
gone was the hedge I'd just trimmed and I'd noticed that there were
quite a few gaps where one could peep through.
I gathered up the bits of branches I'd cut off and nipped quickly
around to the tool shed. There I swapped the pruning shears for a
toolbox and small roll of wire. Then I strolled as casually as I could
passed the sitting room window towards the tennis court. Ester was on
the telephone and smiled at me as I passed the open French window,
then turn her back, her head bent, to continue her conversation. It
didn't look as if she would be finished soon so I didn't stop to see
if she wanted anything.
The only sounds where of birds and insects as I strolled towards the
tennis court. The person with the radio had mercifully either gone off
or worn out the batteries. I walked around the outside of the fence to
the corner where the mesh had come lose from the supports. Quickly I
took the wire and tied a couple of links the corner post. There was no
sound from beyond the hedge.
I left the open tool box beside the fence and tiptoed over to the
hedge. To my dismay I found the canvas bag was still where I'd found
it. However when I peeked through the hedge I saw the two girls.
Sara was lying on her back with her arm across her eyes. Elizabeth was
sitting beside her, leaning back on her elbows. Both girls were lying
at an angle away from me. But I could clearly see that they both had
their skirts rolled up to sun their legs.
"Its so quite here," Sara spoke in a lazy voice.
"Yes," Elizabeth agreed. "And nobody ever comes here, except me." She
sat up and started to unbutton the front of her dress. "So its
perfectly safe to sunbathe properly."
"What do you mean properly?" Sara lifted her arm from her eyes to look
at Elizabeth. "Oh," she gasped.
And I almost gasped too, because Elizabeth and dropped the top of her
dress to reveal that she hadn't had a bra on underneath. A few moments
later she took it completely off to show that she hadn't had any
panties on either.
"Aren't you afraid, Elizabeth?" Sara whispered.
"Of what?" retorted Elizabeth.
"Of being seen," Sara sat up.
"You've already seen me," Elizabeth smiled. "And I've seen you."
"I mean someone else," Sara looked around.
Elizabeth looked around too, but in an exaggerated, sarcastic manner.
Then, looking straight at the hedge I was behind, said, "I don't see
anybody around." And looked back to Sara, "And no strangers can see us
either."
"Really," Sara seemed unconvinced.
"Listen," Elizabeth stretched out on the grass. "You don't have to
undress if you don't want to. But I for one am not going to get tan
lines if I can help it."
Sara hesitated a moment looking down at her naked friend. Then
furtively unzipped the back of her dress. From where I was I could see
the white line of a bra strap running across her back. She knelt up
and timidly inched her dress down to her knees, then sat down and
pushed it off her legs. She sat there for a moment in her white bra
and panties nervous about taking them off, but having no excuse not to
with out looking like a prude in front of Elizabeth.
Finally she compromised. Taking a deep breath she unhooked her bra
and, holding one arm across her breasts, she slipped it off and put it
on top of her dress. Then she quickly turned around and lay on her
front, her arms pressed tight to each side so nothing of her breasts
could be seen.
This was in contrast with Elizabeth who lay on her back with her arms
casually out to each side, her legs stretched below her, with her left
knee slightly bent. Sara was tense. Elizabeth completely relaxed.
They lay like that for a while. Neither said anything and the only
movement was Elizabeth occasionally brushing a fly from her face. Sara
slowly relaxed as nothing bad happened to them. Then the sod with the
loud radio came back into earshot. Sara tensed up again, but Elizabeth
didn't react. I waited patiently and a couple of songs later the radio
faded away again.
Elizabeth rolled over onto her stomach and supported herself on her
elbows. As she was facing the hedge I was behind I had a perfect view
of her breasts hanging underneath. Her nipples being softly caressed
as the grass sprang up after being flattened by her.
"You know," Elizabeth looked up towards me, but talked to her friend.
"You can get tanning marks from panties as well."
"I know," Sara was slightly sullen.
"You're all tense," Elizabeth spoke lightly. "Why don't I give you a
massage?"
Sara remained silent.
"Come on," Elizabeth cajoled. "You always like that."
"You don't have any oil," Sara looked up.
"Oh yes I do," Elizabeth sprang up and jogged across the grass to the
hedge.
I suddenly realized that I was hiding at the same spot the bag was. It
was too late to move without definitely been seen. I thought Elizabeth
was sure to discover me and scream or something.
But Elizabeth just reached down and took out the bag. "I've come
prepared," she called back. But before she turned around she winked at
me.
My heart stopped beating. But then she turned away, her hips and
bottom swayed as she walked back to her friend. Bending over she stuck
her bum in the air giving me a good view of her vaginal lips. She took
out the tube of massage lotion, then took out the magazine and put it
on the ground this side of the bag. The magazine unrolled to reveal
the vibrator. But even if Sara looked up it would be hidden from her
by the bag.
Elizabeth straddled her friend, putting a knee either side, but not
touching her in any way. She squirted a generous amount of lotion onto
her hand. The swell of her breasts brushing Sara' hair as she lent
forward to leave the tube beside the bag. Then Elizabeth rubbed her
hands together to spread the lotion evenly and pressed her palms onto
Sara's shoulders.
She started to massage the tense muscles there, alternating heavy
kneading with gentle circular motions. Sara started to visibly unwind.
Elizabeth worked her way down Sara's left arm, lifting it away from
her body and holding it in space as she twisted her fingers around
each muscle in turn, caressing all the way down to the tips of each of
Sara's fingertips. Then she repeated the process on Sara's other arm.
Once the arms were done she switched back to Sara's body Starting from
the neck she began to move down her spine flowing out and around and
back in again, each hand mirroring the one on the other side of her
body.
She circled across her shoulder blades, down the back of her rib cage,
passed Sara's kidneys to the small of her back. Taking her time
Elizabeth touched and caressed each inch of Sara's body a hundred
times till her fingers ran into Sara's panties.
Elizabeth whispered softly, "I'm going to get oil all over your
panties." She looked up at Sara's face, "Shall I slip them off?"
"O.K." Sara sighed and didn't even open her eyes as she lifted her
hips off the ground.
Elizabeth slipped her thumbs into the panties and slid them off Sara's
bottom. Then she ran her hands down the backs of Sara's legs, pushing
the panties before them and swiftly slipped them over her feet.
Elizabeth looked over at me as she dropped them on top of Sara's other
clothes.
I had a massive erection straining to get out of my jeans by this
time, but I didn't dare undo my flies. Though I thought I might
rupture myself if I didn't.
Elizabeth returned to her massage of Sara starting where she'd left
off, kneading first the muscles of the small of her back before
working her way on to Sara's buttocks proper. She spread a hand across
each cheek pressing with her palms and rippling her fingers, before
using both hands on first one cheek then the other, pressing her
fingers deep down in between as she switched over.
Slowly Elizabeth slid the fingers of one hand down between of the base
of Sara's buttocks, making her sigh softly. Elizabeth left her fingers
there as she started with her other hand on Sara's thigh. Sara
murmured quietly and parted her legs a little. Elizabeth worked her
hand down the length of her leg, turning sideways so she could reach
her calf and foot while keeping her other hand pressed at the top of
her legs. Swapping hands she did the other leg in the same fashion.
Then she took her hand away and worked her way back up from Sara's
bottom to her shoulders, kneeling astride her once more.
"Time to roll over, Sara," she whispered.
Sara roll over slowly, letting her ribs brush against the inside of
Elizabeth's thighs. A gentle smile on her face as she settled herself
beneath her friend. Elizabeth returned her hands to Sara's shoulders,
this time caressing the front. Slowly she worked her way down to her
breasts.
"Lets try some oral stimulation," Elizabeth whispered as she bent her
head to Sara's breast.
"Hmmm," sighed Sara.
Elizabeth lightly kissed her left nipple. Sara brought her hand up and
caressed the back of Elizabeth's head, as Elizabeth opened her mouth
wide and sucked Sara's whole breast.
"Ohhh," Sara's hand pressed Elizabeth's face down hard against her. I
could see Elizabeth's jaw work as she rolled her head from side to
side. Sara rocked her body back and forth underneath.
Elizabeth stretched her hand up over Sara's head, reaching towards the
bag. I didn't know if she was going for the magazine or the vibrator.
As she did she lifted her head so that just Sara's nipple was held
within the tender embrace of her lips, pulling the breast up as her
fingers curled around the shaft of the vibrator.
"I've got something special today," Elizabeth's lips brushed against
Sara's nipple as she spoke, one hand still holding the vibrator above
her field of view, while the palm of the other circled Sara's other
nipple.
"What is it?" Sara tilted her head back to try to see.
"No, no," Elizabeth cooed. "Close your eyes, its a surprise."
Sara looked back to her and they smiled at each other. Then still
smiling Sara closed her eyes. Elizabeth reached up with both hands and
switched the vibrator on. The soft hum was clearly audible even to me.
"Oh," Sara giggled. "It buzzes."
"Oh, yes," Elizabeth's face lit up. "It buzzes all right." She touched
the tip of the vibrator to Sara's forehead. Sara hissed softly. Slowly
Elizabeth ran it down between her eyes to the tip of her nose. Then
she moved it down, laying the length of it against Sara's cheek. Using
both hands, holding it like a rolling-pin, she pushed it back up over
Sara's eye, slowly across her forehead and down to the other cheek,
before rolling along the length other jaw and back again.
Sara giggled, "That's fantastic."
Elizabeth smiled as she ran it down Sara's throat. "Gerrr," Sara
sighed as the vibrator shook her larynx. Then Elizabeth bent her head
to hold it lengthways in her mouth and slid her hands down to cup
Sara's breasts, while her own breasts pressed against Sara further
down. Rocking her head to slid the vibrator along Sara's collar bone
Elizabeth massaged her breasts with her fingers. Slowly she ran the
vibrator from side to side, moving lower and lower until she had her
head between Sara's breasts. Then she caressed each breast with it,
moving the vibrator in spirals outward from her nipple, while her
lips, nose, chin and even eyelashes brushed Sara's skin along side it.
And while she focused her attention on one breast her free hand
massaged the other, seemingly on auto-pilot.
There was a look of total bliss on Sara's face, mirroring the one on
Elizabeth's, as Elizabeth moved down to her stomach. Sara brought her
hands together and took hold of Elizabeth's head. Elizabeth dropped
the vibrator on Sara's stomach and moved back up to kiss her breast.
Meanwhile, her hand on Sara's breast replaced my her lips, she reached
down and took hold of the vibrator again.
Slowly she worked it down Sara's abdomen and between her legs. Sara
gasped, though Elizabeth hand only laid the length of the vibrator
against her slit and not pushed the tip inside as I'd thought she
surly must do. Instead she lowered herself against, so that the shaft
of the vibrator was sandwiched between both girls, caressing each set
of labia and stimulating both clitoris together.
Both girls moaned in unison. Elizabeth rotated her hips above Sara's,
while pulling out and pushing in the vibrator between them. Sara
rolled from side to side, pressing her hips up against Elizabeth's.
Elizabeth thrust the vibrator with an increasing rhythm. And as she
pushed faster and faster so both girl's breathing became faster and
faster. Each breath shorter and harsher and more extreme than the
last. Until, first Sara and almost simultaneously Elizabeth, they
shuddered and shouted in climax. Sara's back arched and her hips
pushed Elizabeth into the air. Elizabeth collapsed forward, her legs
still astride Sara.
Both girls lay there motionless for a long moment as they recovered
from their orgasms. Gradually my own breathing slowed. And I released
the grip I'd taken on the branches on the bush in front of me, my
fingers cramped with the tightness of my grip.
Elizabeth rolled onto her back, trapping Sara's arm under her, her own
arm stretched across Sara's beasts. Both girls were breathing heavily
and covered in a thin layer of perspiration. They lay there for a few
minutes, the vibrator still quietly humming away on Sara's stomach.
"I told you it buzzed," Elizabeth recovered her voice first.
"Wow," Sara sighed. "That sure was some buzz." She pulled her arm and
Elizabeth sat up to free it.
"Well," Elizabeth reached for the vibrator and turned it off. "We
won't be getting any more sunbathing done today."
Sara sat up and looked around. Both girls were now in shadow the sun
having moved behind the trees leaving only a narrow stretch of lawn in
direct sunlight.
"That's O.K.," Sara smiled at Elizabeth. "I don't think I could take
much more sunbathing today."
Both girls broke into a fit of giggles. Falling into each other's arms
and rolling back onto the grass.
The giggles finally subsided. "Any way," Elizabeth murmured. "It must
be nearly time for lunch."
"Yes," Sara sat up. "And I have to go into town with my mother this
afternoon."
Both girls reached for their clothes.
I sat back on the ground and waited for my system to get back to
normal. Then I realized that the girls would be coming around the
hedge any moment now and I'd never make it back to the house without
them seeing me. I felt panic welling up inside me.
Then I remembered the tool box and why I'd brought it with me. So when
the girls came by me a few moments later I was hard a work on the
tennis court fence.
The first thing I noticed was that Sara had the canvas bag over her
shoulder. Elizabeth must be landing her the contents, I thought as I
smiled a greeting at them. They smiled back and continued passed.
A little further on Sara engaged her friend in an earnest
conversation, conducted in a whisper even though they where properly
out of hearing range. Sara looked over her shoulder and gestured
towards me. But Elizabeth smiled and reassured her friend as they
continued on towards the house.
As they disappeared inside a rumble in my stomach told me that
Elizabeth's remark about lunch must be correct. So I packed up and
left the stuff in the tool shed.
Ester was just finishing preparing a large plate of sandwiches when I
entered the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are, David," she smiled as I eyed up the sandwiches. "I
thought you wouldn't be late for lunch."
"No, Mam," I returned her smile.
"Well sit down," she gestured at the table, where a couple glasses of
water and two plates were laid.
I did so and she put the plate down in front of me, before turning to
load some dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
I was half way through my first sandwich when Elizabeth walked in.
"Hi mum," she barely glanced at me. "Any grub left."
"There's some sandwiches on the table, if David hasn't eaten them
all," Ester stood up and closed the dishwasher door.
"Oh thanks," Elizabeth sat next to me and took a sandwich. Taking
small bites she nibbled delicately.
I couldn't get the vision of her lips on Sara's nipples out of my
head. She sat there so demurely and I knew what she had just been up
to. And even though her dress was respectable I knew she was naked
underneath.
"How's Sara," Ester asked.
I nearly choked as I tired to swallow and take a sharp breath at the
same time.
"Here have some water," Elizabeth handed me a glass and patted my
back.
I drank some water and she ran her fingers in a circle between my
shoulder blades.
"Are you all right?" Ester asked.
"Yes I'm fine," I gulped some more water and got the offending
particle into my stomach.
Elizabeth let her hand linger a moment, before leaning back in her
chair and turning to her mother. "Sara had to go home. Her mother's
taking her shopping after lunch."
"Oh," Ester sat down opposite me and took a sandwich." Roslyn's going
into town too. Would you like to go with her?"
"Emm," Elizabeth seemed unsure.
"She's taking the car and my credit card," Ester added. "Maybe she
could help you choose a new outfit."
"Yes please," Elizabeth was persuaded.
"Well hurry up and catch her before she leaves with out you," Ester
took a bite.
"Thanks, mum," Eleanor said as she was half way out the door.
"And once those two are gone I'll be need of your services myself,"
Ester stood up. "So stick around a while," she strolled out the door
and left me sitting there alone.
Well there was a plate full of sandwiches to get through, so I can't
say I really minded. I passed a pleasant ten minutes munching my way
through them before I heard a car moving off down the drive. A few
minutes later I heard Ester moving about in the lounge.
"David, could you come here a moment," she called.
I swallowed the last of my sandwich and joined her in the lounge.
She was standing by the French windows, the sun light reflecting off
the pool sent ripples of light along her skirt and blouse. And because
they were light summer clothes I could seethe outline of her body and
legs, even though the blouse was long sleeved and buttoned high and
the skirt came down passed her knees.
"Do you know that neither of my daughters wears any underwear in the
summer?" she asked as I walked in.
I gulped. "No," I shook my head. "I can't say that I did."
She nodded, but didn't move out of the light. "They say that its
cooler in the heat."
"Do they?" was the only thing I could think to say.
"Yes," she walked towards me and her outline of her body on her
clothes faded. "So I decided to try it," she walked in front of the
sofa that had its back to the French windows.
"I often go with out a bra," she stopped and turned to face me again.
"I'm still trim enough for that," she smiled.
"Yes," I whispered, my mouth going dry.
"But there's something more," she paused to search for the right word,
"trilling about leaving your knickers off while going about your
normal daily business."
I had a vision of Elizabeth and Sara going about their business with
no knickers on.
"Wouldn't you agree, David?" Ester looked straight at me.
"Err, yes," I answered, feeling a knob of tension forming in my loins.
"Yes I would."
"So you see," Ester continued, her eyes now focused on my groin. "That
instead of making me cooler, having no knickers on has heated me up
even more than usual."
"I see," my heart was pounding away.
Ester sat down on the sofa, her legs apart and her skirt sinking down
to show the curve of her thighs. She looked at me slyly, "Do you have
trouble keeping cool in warm weather, David?"
"Normally I have nothing to complain about." Ester sat leaning forward
slightly so her breasts fell out against her blouse and I suddenly
realized what the description of "heaving bosom" looked like in
reality. "I wear cotton boxers, which are loose and cool."
"Is that so," Ester paused a moment, then asked, "May I have a look?"
Her eyes where still fixed on my crotch.
"Sure," my eyes dropped to her lap. Her hands rested casually on her
legs. But my eyes where fixed on the angle where they joined, knowing
that only a thin layer of cotton separated her from my sight.
My hands began to shake as I started to unbutton my jeans. "There's
nothing special about them," I added as I pulled down my zip. "They're
just normal plane white, cotton boxer shorts." I pulled my jeans open
to show her.
She lent forward slightly, "Come nearer so I can see properly."
I walked across and stood in front of her, letting my hands down by my
sides.
"May I?" she slipped her hands inside my jeans and ran them around to
grip my hips.
I just stood there.
She ran her hands back and forth. "They are lovely and cool," she
smiled. Then, with out removing her gaze from the bulge that showed
against the cotton in the opening of my jeans, she slipped her hands
around and gripped my bottom. "Very cool indeed," she circled her
hands within my jeans, flexing her fingers between the two layers of
material and pressing through the cotton against my skin.
"Thank you," I said, as if she'd just complemented me.
She brought her head closer and pressed the tip of her nose to the
front of my boxers. She took a deep breath. "Hmmm," she mused, "I
think there might be some bodily secretion there thought." She thought
for a moment, "A little bit of sweat definitely. And," she sniffed
again. "I do believe I can detect a faint trace of pheromones." She
turn her eyes to look up at my face, "Do you think that might be
possible, David?"
I had to swallow before I could reply. "That could be the case, all
right," my voice was horse.
"Are you trying to turn me on then, David?" she looked back at the
bulge my erection was making.
"I am exceedingly aroused, Mam," I had trouble keeping my voice level.
"And I can't help myself."
"You can't help yourself," she thought about these words for a moment.
"'Can't help yourself', now I wonder what you could mean by that?" she
paused a moment, then looked back up at my face. "Do you expect me to
help you then?"
"If you could, Mam," I replied.
"Well then," she brushed her lips across the bulge in the cotton.
"I'll have to see what I can do."
"Thank you, Mam," I was breathing heavily by then.
She slipped her hands from my buttocks and forced my jeans down below
my knees, the side of her face brushing against the cotton covering my
erection as she lent down. Sparks shot up my spine as she brought her
hands back up the inside of my legs. She slipped them back inside my
boxers to tickle my testicles. I moaned as the pressure built inside.
She gripped the crotch of my boxer shorts and with a sharp yank of her
hands pulled them right down my legs.
My penis shot out and slapped against her cheek.
"Ouch!" she looked up at me and she griped my balls tightly.
"Don't!" I forced the word out. I could feel I was about to explode
and her tight grip was making it worse. "I'm about to come!"
"Your about to what!" she shouted at my penis, as if she thought it
might be a microphone. "Don't you dare," she brought her other hand up
and squeezed my shaft.
"Please," I sounded like a plea, but I meant it more as apology.
"Don't!" she ordered and squeezed with both hands, which had the
opposite effect to her order.
The tip of my gleans started to ooze. I sighed.
"No," her voice softened, but her grip tightened.
I shot a sploge of semen onto her blouse. She looked down in shock at
it. Then I shot two more in quick secession. She pulled her hand along
my erection, and I shot a sequence of three down her skirt. I could
feel one big load waiting in my tightly gripped balls to come out. She
lent forward and put my erection in her mouth. I garbed the back of
her head and pulled her sharply towards me. Only her hand on my shaft
stopped me going all the way down her throat.
But then my whole body was convulsing. My buttock tensed, my balls
imploded and my erection shot a continuous stream of fire into her
mouth. It went on and on, and when it finally finished I was bent
almost double dripping sweat from my nose and chin onto the top of her
head, my penis going soft between her lips.
Slowly she sat up straight.
I let my hands drop from her head.
"You where very quick off the mark." She looked up at my face, "What
have you been up to."
I smiled, my breathing returning to normal, then gently pushed her
against the back of the sofa and spread her legs with a hand on the
inside of each thigh. She was tense and resisted my hands slightly,
though not enough that I had to force her to move. But as soon as she
felt my breath, and then my tongue, on her moist vulva she relaxed
against me.
"This is more like it," she gurgled "Ahhh. This is what oooh ..." and
the rest of her sentence disintegrated into moans as I established a
rhythm.
I ran my tongue round and round the entrance to her vagina, while my
top lip brushed up and down on her clitoris. Her hips rose up in time
with me and I slipped my hands under to caress her buttocks. Her
breathing quickened and her legs squeezed and released my head in time
with her hips.
"Oh yes!" she moaned.
I pressed harder ....
"Oh, no!" her voice shriller.
... and harder ...
"Yes!!" she screamed.
... and licked faster ...
"Yes!!!"
... and faster ...
"Yess!!!!"
.... harder and faster ....
"Ahhhh!!"
... and a little faster ...
"Ahhhhhhh!!" Her vagina started to convulse.
I pushed my tongue as far inside as I could.
"Yessss!!!" Her vaginal muscle contracted.
I sucked her clitoris as my tongue got squashed.
"Yesss!!!" Her whole body shook.
I shucked and pressed with my tongue.
"Yess!!!" Her hands came down and rammed my face hard against her.
"Yes!!!!" She screamed. Her hands and legs imploded around my head. I
sucked and pushed as hard as I could. "Yes!!!!" Her back arched and I
found my fingers digging into her buttocks." Yes!!!" she screamed one
last time and flung herself back onto the sofa.
I stopped, my breathing heavy against the moist lips of her vagina.
She moaned. "Oh thanks, David," she whispered.
"No, thank you," I kissed her softly on the lips, then sat up to look
into her eyes.
She sighed.
There was a scuffling noise by the French window. I looked up and
caught a glimpse of a tanned leg with white bobby sock disappearing
behind the frame.
"What's that," Ester asked, lifting herself up slightly.
"Oh, nothing," I looked down into her eyes and kissed her more
passionately.
She melted in my arms. And I discovered that I had an erection again.
I rubbed it along the inside of her thigh.
"Hmmm," Ester smiled. "Quick off the mark in every sense."
I nuzzled inside her blouse to lick her nipple. She slid down the sofa
and brought her legs up either side of me. I slipped into her easily.
She squeezed and, as I pressed in as far as I could, relaxed again.
Her breath came hot on my ear as she hugged me close to her. I slipped
my arms around her waist ,letting one hand roam down onto her bottom.
She moaned as I developed my rhythm. And she rocked back as I slid in
and out, our mutual passion building.
I tilted my head back and opened my eyes. And saw Sara standing in the
open French window, the vibrator clutched firmly in both hands and
pressed tightly between her breasts.
I froze.
Ester squeezed tightly and rocked against me. I started to thrust my
hips automatically. Ester moaned and ran her hands up under my T-
shirt. My eye's where locked on Sara's. Ester wiggled under me as I
pulled out and pushed in again. Sara could be in no doubt as to what
we were doing even though the back of the sofa hid Ester from her
view. Then Ester grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself up, hooking
her thighs around my waist.
Sara's eyes opened wide. I knelt back to take Ester's full weight.
Ester pulled herself up and down on me, her hands gripping my
shoulders and her tights around my hips. One of my hands gripped hard
on a buttock, the other supported the small of her back as she arched
her back, bending her head right back, mouth open, hair falling free
from her shoulders. If she opened her eyes now she'd see Sara. And
Sara was left in no doubt as who it was that I was performing with.
Because that's how I started to view it. With Sara standing there
looking at us I was no longer just making love to Ester, I was showing
off to Sara as well. I wanted her to look at me. I wanted her to see
me in action. I wanted her to know just how good I was. I wanted to
give Ester the best orgasm I could, not to please her, but to impress
Sara.
And as I knelt there undulating my hips as Ester thrust up and down in
my lap, I was looking at Sara. And her eyes were locked on mine. In a
way I was making love to her rather than Ester, she had become the
most important person in the world for me. At least at that precise
moment.
Then Ester started to come and as her body convulsed, so my orgasm
started to overtake me. I kept my eyes on Sara's as everything else
squeezed into a knot and I exploded into Ester, just as she imploded
around me. We thrust and thrust as the fire burned its way between us.
Ester fell back in front of me, her shoulders resting on the seat of
the sofa, her eyes closed, her mouth softly open.
My breathing was heavy as I knelt there enjoying the open eyed
expression on Sara's face.
Ester sighed, "That was gorgeous, David." And let her legs slip down
either side of me, my softening erection slipping from her damp
vagina.
I smiled and nodded, still looking at Sara.
Sara mouthed the words, I'll be thinking of you. And slowly kissed the
tip of the vibrator.
"So what the hell is out there in the garden," Ester looked up at me.
"Oh, nothing," I looked down to her, but Ester pushed herself up to
look over the back of the sofa. I looked up to find the window frame
empty again.
"It's just those magpies keep distracting me," I lied.
"You're being distracted by magpies?" Ester looked back at me.
"Well," I licked my lips. "On and off," I lent forward and put my
mouth to hers. I kissed her passionately, probing deeply with my
tongue and finding my own passion was not entirely spent yet.
Ester broke the kiss, "Woo, down boy," she smiled. "I have work to
do."

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