A Romp In The Hay

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The discovery“Excuse me! I’m so sorry!” Becky said as she stared at the guy’s cock.“Shit!” the young man exclaimed as he jumped up. “I thought everyone would be up at the house or courtyard.”The guy tripped over his pants in his hurry and fell back into the hay. A six-pack of beer lay nearby, and a couple of cans were open. She noticed that his pants were wet up to his knees.Becky had to know, so she asked. She was a schoolteacher, after all.“Why are you jerking off in the stable?”“It’s a… It’s not what you think, not what it looks like,” he said.Becky gave him a questioning look, expecting more information. The guy looked to be in his mid-twenties, the same age as her niece, Aimee.Becky was a guest at her niece’s wedding. Weddings were always fertile ground for meeting someone new, weren’t they? Maybe she’d meet someone who’d rescue her from her approaching “old-maid-hood.”The problem was, Becky felt pasty, overweight, and middle-aged. She honestly didn’t think anyone would examine her reflection in the mirror. Her tits sagged, no doubt about it. Her face was a little more lined, too. She had a small chin and a wide nose, and she’d finally got up the nerve to try contact lenses instead of the geeky horn-rim glasses.She considered her long brown hair to be her best feature. Thick and luxurious but usually messy, it cascaded to her shoulders in light ringlets, which were intended to distract from the encroaching gray.Becky looked good for forty-one, she surmised. Especially wearing the dress she’d chosen to wear to the wedding. The bow şehitkamil escort clung to her breasts, and the fabric accentuated her curves. Becky felt womanly wearing that dress.She gave a heavy sigh. There were still forty-five minutes until her niece’s wedding, and the expanse of the estate beckoned. The opulent grounds covered several acres and included two swimming pools, stables, and a tennis court, as well as hiking trails.Exiting the bathroom to the estate’s courtyard, she walked across it to look at the horse stables. Becky had loved horses since she was a girl, but hadn’t much experience riding. Soon the smells of hay, horse, and leather reached her nose.Taking a deep breath, she let the aromas fill her nostrils as she walked around a corner of the large stables. She was taken aback by a young man in the stable—who was masturbating! Becky gaped at his stiff cock, which stuck several inches out from his pants as he sat in the hay. Both gasped, and it was debatable who was more surprised.“I… My name’s Colton. I used to date Aimee.”A light bulb of recognition went off in Becky’s head. She knew of Colton, but had never met him.“You’re the guy who she ditched because you didn’t want to wait until marriage to have sex?”Colton nodded.“You two were quite the thing, I remember. She was quite smitten with you. That doesn’t explain why you’re jacking off in the stable though,” Becky pointed out, scowling.“No, it doesn’t,” Colton sighed.“So? Out with it.”“See, I was going to crash the wedding. Streak across it.”“What? What for? You dumb-shit! What do you think will happen then? Someone will chase and catch you for sure.”Colton shrugged.“So what were you doing just now, priming the pump?”“Yep. And trying to get myself drunk so I could actually pull it off.”“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! And how’d you get in here? There’s a strict guest list and screening.”“Hopped over a fence near the river.”That explained his wet pants. Becky noticed how flippant he was about the idea, and grew concerned. The last thing she wanted was for a streaker to crash her niece’s wedding. How could she stop Colton from carrying out his plan?A radical planAn idea formed in her head. Becky hated to compromise her principles, but this was more important. She had to turn on the charm, make herself irresistible.She bent over him, letting her boobs dangle in his face. Pulling the front of her dress down got Colton’s attention. Her nipples hardened; even this had made them stiff. She caught Colton staring at her nipples through her bra.“You know, Aimee spoke highly of you. She told everyone how handsome you are, and what a great body you have.”Colton perked up at that, and the sullen look left his face.“You know, I got only a brief glimpse of your cock when I startled you. Would you mind showing it to me again?”“Yeah, okay!”He got up on his knees. Pubic hair stuck out of the top of his pants. Becky could make out the base of his cock below that. He pulled down his zipper and lowered his jeans. His stiffening rod bounced out as if spring-loaded.“Oh,” Becky cooed. “That’s a nice one you have there. Too bad Aimee didn’t get to experience it.”She licked her lips, a calculated move to make Colton stay. Becky knew she wasn’t a beauty like her niece. But she knew that most young men wouldn’t turn down free pussy either. Counting on this gave her hope.The string quartet hired to play music for the ceremony started their performance. The sound, though not loud, carried into the stable.It had been a long time since Becky had been laid. And Aimee and her mother were right—Colton was a cute hunk.“Let’s go up to the hayloft,” Becky said, nodding her head in that direction.As they climbed the ladder to the loft, she got a good look at Colton’s tight ass. She felt a hunger in her loins, knowing she’d soon be pulling that ass toward her. Hard.Becky crawled toward Colton once they reached the loft.This will be worth it, she told herself. I’ll get laid and save Aimee’s wedding. She pulled down Colton’s open jeans and gawked at his cock.“Wow. It looks even better close up,” she said, pouring on the praise. “Do you mind if I kiss it?”“No, I don’t mind,” Colton said.Becky smelled his musky, manly scent as she came closer. His cock was big, almost seven inches long, and thick too. The smooth mushroom-shaped head shone like a ripe apple in its tautness. Assuming Aimee was a virgin as she suspected, she’d have a hard time getting that into her the first few times.A languid lick of her tongue around the head of Colton’s cock made him moan. Becky noticed he lay with his head resting on his outstretched arm. His eyes closed. If she were to pull this off and the music had just started, she’d have to make this last.

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