My yard guy life was just as I wanted it – outside, and largely stress free. Too many years in an office and uncomfortable clothing made me really appreciate simplicity.
I arrived at one home that was among my gems – beautiful landscaping, thick grass, and major curb appeal. It had helped me get several other accounts in the area, and I always considered it a priority to keep it looking spectacular to passersby.
She was supposed to be at work, but after treating the front yard with pre-emergents and trimming a few renegade branches, I headed for the back yard and found her laying out, getting some sun in a low-cut black and white bathing suit. I saw her before she saw me, and that was a good thing. I watched in silence as she spent a bit too much time applying suntan oil, especially to her inner thighs. She almost seemed lost in thought as her finger dipped inside the narrow strip of spandex covering her sweetness, and when she suddenly she was fingering herself in public, and soaking wet, in a panic she looked around the yard, and saw me, stunned. The lightweight shorts I preferred on hot days did nothing to restrain my hardness.
“Oh, didn’t mean to startle you, Mrs. B,” I said. “Didn’t know you were home.”
When I blushed and walked closer, stepping oddly to try to allow my rigid dick to adjust in my shorts and be less obvious, she smiled like it was no big deal, a look that suggested maybe a hint of shame, but a bigger hint of mischief. Indeed, her mind was racing, in part clouded by how wet she was, and in part by my rugged look, and how quickly the large bulge had appeared.
“No worries, honey,” she said, turning toward me in in the lounge chair a way that inadvertently amplified her cleavage as she coyly bit her lower lip, a look I have comne to know as the universal sign of danger. “I hope what you saw didn’t offend you.”
“No ma’am, not at all,” I said, trying to avert my eyes but unable to as her hand eased down her bare leg.
“Kinda made it hard to concentrate on your bushes, though.”
I tried to chuckle my uneasiness away, but she was on a mission now.
“I don’t have a bush,” she said, smiling at me now in a way that told me she was having wild thoughts, and that they involved me. Her long fingers eased down and slipped inside that narrow fabric again, then eased it aside. “I shaved it this morning.”
“Oh my!” I said, finally catching on. “I think I should have a closer look.”
She smiled with a look of eager anticipation and delight, and when I dropped to my knees between her legs, she buried her finger inside her again, eyes locked on mine at this point, then eased one finger into her mouth before offering me the other.
“So delicious,” I said, bathing her finger with my tongue. “Mind if I help myself?”
Before she could say a word, my mouth eased between her legs, and I inhaled deeply, my nose first filling with the exotic aroma of the coconut-scented oil, and then with the sweet goodness of her sopping pussy, her wanton need. She moaned softly when my mouth covered her wetness, and louder when my tongue slipped gently through the folds of her swollen lips.
I looked up and she was watching me, need splashed all over her face, as her hands toyed with her breasts, still somewhat hidden by her bathing suit. The look on her face and her steady moans suggested I was hitting all the right spots, and as my tongue dove deeper inside her, I teased her clit with my nose, a move I had discovered gave great pleasure, and filled me with her heaven scent. She opened her legs wider and wiggled her body against my face, at times thrusting into me, and when I rewarded her need by easing my finger into her, she let out a loud gasp and a throaty “YES!”
Then she asked me to stop.
“I get loud, and have nosy neighbors. We need to go inside,” she said. “I’m going to need that big dick to fuck me.”
We were barely inside the door to the kitchen off the patio when she dropped to her knees, pulled my shorts down and smiled and licked her lips when my big cock sprang free, bobbing near her face like it knew exactly where it wanted to be.
“NICE!” she said, taking it in her hand and painting her lips with the droplet of precum already glistening from the tip. She licked up one side, wrapped her tongue around it, seemingly delighted that I was watching her every move. then covered my throbbing dick with her mouth, her lips closing around it, and looked up at me as her tongue swirled around my shaft.
“I’m going to have to stay home on yard days more often,” she said, smiling at me as her mouth hungrily devoured me. Releasing my throbbing stiff pipe from her hot mouth, she pushed it up against my body and took my balls in her mouth, sucking them one at a time. “Would you like that, Mr. Yard Man? It looks like you need to empty these.”
“I do,” I said, reaching down and lifting her to her feet and kissing her. Our mouths danced together like longtime partners, and I could taste the sweetness of my precum on her lips as my hands roamed her body, then pulled her against me. My hardness poked at her like a virgin teenager’s might as we kissed, and she let out a sensual giggle, like her plan was working
I led her to the kitchen counter, and lifted her onto it. Peeling down her bathing suit, I leaned in and covered one of her nipples in my mouth, feeling it harden quickly. I then took the other and felt it rise too, before removing her bathing suit the rest of the way, exposing again that neatly trimmed sweetness, the lips now full and swollen, glistening with her oozing honey.
Laying her back on the counter, I took her legs in my hands, spread them widely and devoured her pussy again. It was soaking wet, swollen and delicious and it soaked my goatee with her juices. I would have relished eating her until she had an orgasm, but as her body writhed on the granite, she wanted more and was hardly ashamed to share her wanton desires.
“Fuck me, please,” she moaned.
Rising, I teased her clit with the head of my cock, and she moaned in anticipation.
“Please fuck me, baby,” she whispermoaned, sounding almost desperate. “I need that big cock inside me.”
Our eyes locked as I positioned my dick against the lips of her slit, and slowly eased it in, not stopping until it was buried. Her wetness gripped it tightly, pulling it deeper, and when she moaned as I began to ease it out, the room filled with her aroma.
“Fuck, that’s good,” she said as I plunged it back inside her, shifting my hips with each thrust so I hit different spots deep within her. My hands reached for her tits; which looked amazing and full even with her laying down, and she loved having her nipples tweaked. She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her mouth, sucking my fingers as hungrily as she had sucked my cock, and her pussy massaged me. I pumped by dick into her at a steady pace, watching it disappear in the grip of her tight lips.
“Give it to me,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me, baby. Make me cum all over your gorgeous cock.”
I reached for her hips and her held in place as I began ramming her more forcefully, my heavy balls slapping her ass with each thrust. Her noises ceased to make words as I impaled myself deeper and deeper inside her, her release approaching quickly.
“That’s it! That’s it! Fuck me baby. Fuck my pussy until I cum.” she almost screamed.
I increased my pace, rising on my toes to pound her as deep as I could go, and she was lost, dancing on the edge of orgasm until she let out a long moan, one that got louder and louder, her head rolling on the counter. “Oh fuuuuuck!” she screamed, her body lurching into an uncontrolled spasm as she soaked my cock with her honey. I held onto her, my cock fully buried.
Her release was my cue, too, and when she seemed finished, I pulled my cock out, bent down and devoured her sweet cunt one more time, and she eased off the counter onto her knees in front of me, tasting herself as she engulfed my glistening dick.
“Give it to me, baby! Let me taste you,” she said, looking up at me again before closing her mouth around me and sensing that I was pulsating and ready. She greedily worked her mouth up and down my cock, intent on milking her reward from me. She took my cock in her hand and began stroking me while sucking furiously as though my eruption was a tonic to all that ailed her.
“That’s it, baby,” she said, stroking my cock, her mouth wide open. “Cum for me. Let me taste you.”
I groaned loudly and steadied myself on my feet, reaching for the counter as my legs grew weak and I erupted, the first blast splashing against her cheek before she engulfed me again, making sure the rest of my load filled her hungry mouth.
When she had drained every drop from me with her mouth, she looked up at me and swallowed, then took her hand and wiped the first blast from her cheeks, delighting as I watched he rubbing it all over her delicious breasts and still-hard nipples.
I lifted her to her feet again, and surprised her by kissing her, my tongue dancing in her mouth again and enjoying the sweet blend of her nectar and mine on her soft lips
“So, Mr. Yard Man,” she said, again that coy grin as she wrapped her soft hand around my still-raging cock. “I guess you like what I’ve done with my bush?”