Keeping her left hand on her left
tit, her right hand returned to her glorious mound. She rubbed her
bikini bottom again for a few moments and then slid her hand under
the elastic. Her feet were flat on the deck as she pushed her cunt
up to meet the invader. I quietly unzipped my pants and reached
in to rub my hard cock. Looking back to the knothole I saw her fingers
inside her bikini bottoms. They were rhythmically rubbing her pussy
as her other hand alternated kneading her pretty tits. Her eyes
were still closed and a little smile was on her lips. Her fingers
began to work faster between her legs and her lips parted a little
as she began squirming in the lounger. My cock was still in my pants
but I had my hand wrapped around it, giving it soft little jerks
as I watched her body writhe.
Impatiently, she lifted her hips and pushed the bikini bottoms down
to her knees. Her pussy was fringed with a sparse forest of curly
red hair. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen with lust. Her right
hand returned to her pussy while her legs worked the bikini bottoms
down to her calves. Her whole hand was moving up and down her pretty
pussy; sometimes I’d see her slip a finger inside her cunt.
Her hips were rocking. Her hand and pussy were dancing to an intense
primal beat, insistent and driving, pushing her ever faster. Her
mouth was now hung open, her head shaking side to side, even her
neck muscles seemed to straining toward orgasm as she arched her
entire body off of the deck and rode her frantically rubbing hand
to a spastic, body jolting orgasm. I shot my load, right along with
her, on the ground outside the fence.
Zipping back up I quietly moved
back down the hill before she could recover. I’d
always been afraid to talk to her and, somehow, that
didn’t seem to be the right time. Maybe I’ll
call her next time I’m home. Maybe she won’t
be seeing anyone. Maybe I won’t have to return
to the knothole.
