Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Arbor Day  
Keywords: M/F, rom
Summary: A very simple story of a sexy afternoon.

	“What are we doing here?”
	Tom grinned.  “What do you mean?  We’re members of the country club.  We’re allowed.”
	Sheila looked at him.  “It’s eleven at nighton a Friday.  The golf course closed about three hours ago, it seems to me.”
	“So who’s playing golf?  I don’t even have my clubs with me.”  Tom shut the car off and stepped out.  He pulled a bag from the back seat.  Sheila hadn’t noticed it before.  “Come for a walk with me.”
	They strolled along a low brick wall that skirted the 16th green.  Tom had followed a dirt road around the golf course to this spot.  Tkhere were a few lights visible, but the place was very isolated.  A few clouds drifted across the warm night sky.  Stars sparkled in the black between the clouds.
	Tom hopped over the wall with the bag, then helped Sheila over.  She looked at him again, her eyes gleaming in the dark.  His teeth were the brightest thing Sheila could see, shining in a smile that was more like a leer.
	“I have often heard,” Tom said, “that the apron around a green is the softest, smoothest grass in the world.  I’ve always wanted to check that out.  So sit here beside me and see what you think.”  He plopped onto the grass beside the bag, then fell onto his back.  He heaved a great sigh of comfort.
	Sheila sat on the grass beside him.  She was hardly dressed for the club; Tom had arranged a babysitter and taken her to a movie and McDonald’s before detouring here.The soft, cool grass felt delicious against the bare skin of her thighs below the white denim shorts she was wearing.  The breeze was just a little cool against her bare shoulders and arms.  She looked down as she felt a tugging at her feet.  Tom was pulling off her sandals.
	“So what are we doing here?” she said.  She was beginning to think she knew.
	“Well, some of this,” Tom said.  He pushed her back gently against the soft grass and kissed her lips and neck.  His right hand had slipped under her tank top and was stroking her bra.  The bra was thin and the action of his fingers was moving the silk against her smooth breast and the sensitive nipple.  Sheila felt it rise sharply against his hand and heard his breath hissing with hers.
	“Here? Are you insane?” she asked when she could breathe.  Her top was rolled up to the bra itself by now and her belly felt the breeze against her navel.  It was a little cool and a little scary and it was very, very sexy.
	“I don’t expect anyone and the sprinklers come on about six in the morning.  I don’t think we’ll be here that long,” he said as he rummaged her breasts some more.  Then he quit talking to focus on licking her neck and behind her ear.
	The spot behind her ear was a real weakness.  It was a little nibbling there that had led to their second child.  Sheila squealed a little and pulled him against her harder even as she wondered what she would say if the cops or a groundskeeper found them.
	The next thing she really noticed was the pop as the snap opened on her shorts.  “I didn’t do that,” she thought vaguely to herself.  The sound of each tooth of the zipper was oddly loud against Tom’s breathing and hers.  She could swear that she felt each tooth give way as the zipper slipped slowly down.  Light pink panties glimmered in the small amount of light from the stars and the distant houses.
	Tom was awfully busy.  His tongue was stroking Sheila’s throat and neck while his hand was running under the waistband of her panties.  He ran his broad, strong hand over the top of her panties and tickled her thighs.  “Hey,” she whispered, ”what if someone hears us?”
	“Who’s listening?” he mumbled.  “Besides, we’re busy.”
	Sheila was getting busier herself.  Tom had also worn shorts and a t-shirt and now she pulled his shirt up to stroke the flat, ridged abdomen.  She opened his shorts for her own amusement, managing to squeeze his bottom even as they squirmed together.  Each of them was eager to touch the other’s body, each of them wanted to be touched.  It was just a little complicated.
	Sheila didn’t quite notice how she lost her top, but she did help Tom open the bra that seemed so light when she put it on but that now seemed like an overcoat.  Tom quickly got to work on her nipples again, stroking the underside of each breast as he kissed and licked the nipples.  They seemed to Sheila like they must be a foot long -- or at least as long as the part of Tom she had latched onto.  She kept wiggling and squirming to get her shorts off, then she turned on her tummy to let Tom take off her panties.  It was a favorite ritual.
	Tom eased the waistband down along her bottom first.  He stroked and squeezed the firm cheeks, then snapped the waistband a couple of times to emphasize her bareness.  She lifted her hips and felt the leg openings, then the rolled panties slide down her lean thighs.  There was an audible snap as they came off of her feet, then Tom was lying on top of her.
	His penis was hard and strong in the cleft of her bottom.  His teeth gently nibbled along her back and her neck to the spot behind her ear again.  They were both rasping their breath like marathon racers and nearly as sweaty.  Sheila wondered for a moment just when Tom had gotten naked, then felt his urgency as he rolled her to her back.  Sheila pulled him against her belly and her breasts.  He felt so warm, strong, right between her thighs.  His hands teased her breasts as his penis teased against her vagina.  Finally she reached down and pulled him in, almost against his wishes.
	The stars and clouds swirled in time to their urgent rhythm.  The wave built quickly and washed over them, but it was a mighty wave for all that it was short.  She held Tom inside her for a few minutes, until the best of the wave had rippled away, then let him collapse  beside her.
	“I hope we didn’t leave a divot,” Tom said as he began to collect their clothes a little later.