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It was the hottest day of the year, only about 1030 in the morning and already thirty degrees. Mark stepped onto the deck, closing the door to the kitchen behind him. It was Wednesday, and he had submitted the latest chapter of his book to his editor only a few hours ago, and was in need of a day off. And a beautiful day it was too. His sister Jennifer had stuck her head in his bedroom door that morning, letting him know that that evening she’d be going out after work. “It’s Jennifer’s birthday today, and we’re doing a dinner and spa night downtown. We’ll be back late, so don’t wait up for me. You were up too late last night anyways!” With a quick wave, she had closed the door, and Mark had rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, his duvet and sheets wrapped around him. Or at least tried to. With the sun pouring in through his south-facing window, he couldn’t. And so after an hour of trying or so, he got up and had begun his day, such as it was.
It was rather nice, living with his sister although at twenty-nine he hadn’t been planning on doing so. Two years before, after Jennifer had gone through her divorce, he had been looking to move and so she had suggested that they buy a house together. They had been able to find the perfect house. Enough bedrooms so that they could each personal space and that he could have an office, a great kitchen so that he could cook. A nice bonus, from Mark’s perspective was the back yard. The house was on the end of a cul-de-sac, and backing onto a ravine. As the end lot, it was oddly shaped, but bigger than the neighbours, which allowed for the house to be set further back in the lot. Tall fences, trees and the house blocked the neighbours view of the backyard so that it was totally private. For Mark, who had become a home nudist while at university, this was a blessing since it would allow him to go nude in the backyard, when it was warm enough, and when he had the house to himself. Working as a writer, he worked from home, and he frequently enjoyed being able to relax nude in the backyard during the day. This was their first full summer in the house, and he was looking forward to another couple of months of warm weather. With a big fluffy towel over his shoulder, he carried his Kindle and a glass of water over to one of the deckchairs. Setting things up to be comfortable, he considered first reading, but the book (one of Robert Jordan’s) didn’t appeal, so he put down the book reader, and turned over, enjoying the feel of the sub on his back.
Erica felt the warm sun on her neck, back and legs, as she used her key to enter the house, closing the door behind her. She had been best friends with Jennifer since elementary school, been maid of honour at her wedding, and Jennifer’s divorce lawyer when it had fallen apart. She had been surprised when her friend had said that she was not only moving in but buying a house with her brother, but had been thrilled when Jennifer had not only provided her with a spare key to the house, but told her that she could use the pool whenever she wanted. Jennifer and Erica were very close, and had always talked about everything. Erica had helped Jennifer move at the end of the previous summer, as Mark had been out of town at a conference. That evening had been incredibly warm, and although the pool wasn’t functional, she and Jennifer had taken the opportunity to hang out in their swimsuits in the backyard. Not only was it a good size, but Erica had noticed that it was totally private. She had laughed, and commented to Jennifer that if it was her house, she’d spent quite a bit of time naked in the backyard. And not just alone, either. Jennifer had laughed as well. Although she wasn’t quite as sexually expressive or inquisitive as Erica, nothing shocked her. “Well you can take advantage here if you want. Just be careful, you know that my brother has quite a thing for you”.
Erica has smiled “He was a cute kid. And being his prom date was fun, and I didn’t mind doing you and him a favour. I mean, getting to put on a nice dress and cute heels and having cute boys admire me wasn’t a bad way to spend the night. And from what I’ve seen lately, he’s certainly grown up some.” There had been one night, a few years ago, when she had caught Mark masturbating, but he had never noticed, and Erica had certainly never brought it up. She had smiled appreciatively, but Jennifer had laughed loudly. “Fine, fine. But if he starts hitting on you again, that’s on your head.”
That had been nearly nine months before. In that time Erica had started dating one of the lawyers in her firm, until a couple of weeks ago, when she had got tired of an arrogance which at first had been charming, until she realized that he didn’t listen to a word she said usually, or consider her feelings at all. But that was in the past, and Jennifer and Mark had both been there for her during the weeks before, and after the breakup.
The previous summer, Erica had never had a chance to take advantage of Jennifer’s offer, but with the break-up, and having just come back from a business trip, she was taking the day off for her birthday. She had plans for that evening bahis şirketleri with Jennifer and several other of her girlfriends. But this morning and this afternoon is going to be some well deserved me time, Erica thought to herself. Since the break up, her libido had been down, but on the trip it had come back with a roar. Unfortunately, she had been sharing a room with a colleague and so had never had enough privacy for a proper masturbation session. She had been too tired the night before after the flight, but she was determined that she would have a few good orgasms while relaxing beside the pool.
“Mark, are you home?” She called out, waiting. “Mark?” she kicked off her flip flops at the door, then headed up the stairs to look into his office, which was empty.
She had brought along a bathing suit, as she had intended to tan and maybe swim even if Mark was home. But it seemed that he wasn’t. Erica headed back down to the bottom of the stairs. First she though about going into the bathroom to change, but given that she had the house to herself, why bother? Checking that the curtains were closed (although she didn’t particularly mind giving the neighbours a show if they were peeking) she hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her shorts, and her panties, and slid them off, place them into the bag by her feet. Pulling her racerback tanktop off her head, she undid her front-clasp bra, and stood naked in the front hall, by the stairs. She briefly considered just going out into the backyard like that, but paused, and then reached down into her bag and pulled out her bathing, a pair of boyshort bottoms that nicely showed off her pert, curvy butt, and a backless halter tankini that gave her B cups some fantastic cleavage. There were a pair of black open d’orsay wedge sandals, but she left them in the bag. She did, however, pull out her towel, vibrating dildo, and the erotic novel that she’d been enjoying reading. IT was one of her favourites, a book she had bought at a garage sale when she was 17. It wasn’t so much a novel as a collection of short stories, but it had been a reliable instigator for many a masturbating session, and formed the basis of so many of her own fantasies and turn-ons.
She put her tanktop and bra in her bag, then nudged it against the wall with her foot, then walked through the kitchen, to the door to the backyard, considering which story to read first. Maybe the one about the woman masturbating in an empty train car? Or the one about the secretary who walks in on her boss and his wife, and joins them. No, the one about the two college boys who get curious about giving blowjobs. Or maybe, the one about the coed sleep- the thought was interrupted as she opened the door to the deck and stepped through, and saw Mark lying naked on a deck chair. Erica froze, temporarily, and the door closed behind her with a click.
Mark looked up to see Erica standing on the deck in a bathing suit. He could see in her hand that she had a vibrating dildo, and he could see that on the cover of the book was a naked man and woman in embrace.
Erica, to his shock, was blushing, a look of embarrassment on her face, but after a few second she recovered and came down the steps, and across to the ten feet or so of lawn to stand besides his deckchair.
“Jennifer said I could come over and hang out by the pool” Erica said, gesturing at the pool with the book and toy.
“Happy Birthday” Mark said, at the same time.
There was an awkward little pause, Erica standing there, not sure what to do.
Mark spoke first “You know what, it’s your birthday. If you want to hang out by the pool, and tan, and use your toy, have a little fun, I can head out. The privacy here is fantastic” he gestured at his own nude body, then started to get up off the deckchair.
Erica shook her head, not totally comfortable, but sensing an opportunity that she frankly didn’t want to miss. “No, no, stay. We can hang out this afternoon together. I’d like that.” She smiled at him, and Mark nodded. “I’ll go and get us some refreshing drinks then.”
Mark steps outside again a few minutes later, with a pitcher of lemonade with raspberries and blueberries that he made from scratch. Hes still completely nude, carrying two glasses in his other hand. As he comes through the door, he can see that Erica has set herself up on one of the deck chairs, next to the one he was wearing and at a slight angle. She’s lying on her back, waiting apparently, with her book and her toy on the low table between the two deck chairs.
Mark poured some of the lemonade into both glasses, handed one to Erica, then lay down on his deck chair, on his side, supporting himself on his elbow. “What’s on your mind? You have this.. pensive look”. He shifted slightly, and he could feel his cock resting lightly on his right leg.
Erica paused, took a sip of her lemonade, and smiled appreciatively. “This is really good. Perfect for a hot day like this.” She put her glass down on the table between the two deck chairs, net to the pitcher. “It’s just this situation. I mean clearly, you’re comfortable naked. bahis firmaları God knows I’m comfortable naked too, I mean I spent a day at a nude beach in France just last week…” she trailed off, her eyes moving from Mark’s, down his torso to his cock.
Mark waited, not saying anything, not wanting to interrupt her train of thought. He didn’t move, didn’t do anything. Erica’s eyes flicked back up to his, held them for a moment, and then she nodded, seeming to come to a decision.
“Mark, you and I are both adults, and I think it’s plain to see that we’ve both thought about this in the past…?” she paused again, and Mark nodded, agreeing, but not interrupting.
Erica smiled, and nodded again. “Alright, well then. It seems I’m going to have a better birthday than I thought.” She stood up, in front of Mark, then removed her bathing suit. “Will you help me put on some sunblock?”
Mark smiled, anticipating. “Sure, I’d love to. And honestly.. something that I’ve definitely thought about it in the past.”
Erica smiled “I bet you have! And now at least that much of your fantasies can come true. I’ll need your help in a minute, but you can watch for now.”
She lay back, put some of the sunblock in her hands, and then started to apply it to her front, and torso. Starting with her neck and face, she moved her hands down the sides of her body, taking more as necessary, but clearly intentionally avoiding her breasts, teasing the slightly younger man as he watched, leaning slightly forward, his hand resting on his cock. After what seemed like an eternity, she brought her hands back up the centre of her torso, and then started applying lotion to her breasts, although in a way that was clearly for Mark’s enjoyment than for efficiency of movement. She lifted her breasts, then curved the palms of her hands around them, cupping them. Mark was gently stroking his cock, focused intently on the woman in front of him clearly enjoying herself as she ended by taking her nipples between her fingers, and pulling on them gently, as she tried to stifle a quiet moan. She pulled on them for a few seconds, increasing then tension, even slightly sitting up in response to the pressure, then released them, sat back and opened her eyes.
Mark was clearly fixated, his hand now cupping the end of his penis, the head in the palm and his fingers wrapped around the shaft. Erica smiled, waited a moment, then sighed. Clearly, he’d need some prompting. “Mark?” she said gently “would you come over here and help me put some lotion on my back?”
Mark broke out of his reverie, and nodded. He took a sip of his lemonade as Erica rolled over on her towel, resting her face on her arms, her arms slightly spread so that when Mark stood at the foot of the chair, he could see her labia. Another pause, slightly, and then, setting the bottle down on the chair beside her, he began with her feet, massaging the sunblock into her legs. She’d always had amazing legs, and when he was younger he had loved how she would wear heels, and how she had shown off her legs in skirts and shorts all summer long. First with her right calf, then with her left, using his thumbs to feel the solidity of the muscles. Gently lifting them, making sure that not aspect of her skin is neglected.
Erica’s legs were spread wide enough that Mark could kneel between them to apply sunscreen to her upper legs, working on her left, then her right, with a soft word for her to raise her pelvis so that he could apply lotion underneath. Erica moaned softly, enjoying not only her first massage in months, but also the spikes of excitement that rippled through her body every time Mark’s cock made brief contact with her legs. While he clearly wasn’t hard yet, he was definitely turned on, and each time the head of his cock touched her body, it left behind a drop of precum. As he moved further up, to put lotion on her back, his cock rested against her body, and she could feel a small stream of precum against her leg, which only turned her on more. Erica had known that she certainly turned Mark on, and it was now clear to Mark as well as her that he turned her on as well. She was enjoying the massage and the feel of his hands, his nails, his cock against her body, and suddenly, with a creak of moving weight against the plastic of the chair, they were no longer there.
With a little moan of regret, Erica shifted, and opened her eyes to see that Mark had adjusted his own chair, so that it was more directly point at hers. He was standing next to it, his cock in his right hand, firmer, and thicker than she had expected it to be. She rolled over onto her left side, pulling her right leg in along the chair, bending her leg, and showing more to the younger man. At the same time, she brought her her had up to her chest, and cupped her right breast.
“A few years ago” Erica said “I was hanging out with Jennifer, and I caught sight of you masturbating through a window. I was wondering.. would you let me watch you masturbate? Do you want to watch me masturbate?” She smiled, uncharacteristically shyly. Mark just nodded, and Erica gestured to the end of her kaçak bahis siteleri chair. Marked grabbed his towel, setting it down to cover the plastic at the end, and then sat on the chair, facing Erica, his legs spread.
Erica sat up, and fiddled with the chair, bringing the end up, so she could lean back against it. When it was secure, and at the right angle she too sat back, spreading her legs and putting her feet up on the arms of the deckchair. Grabbing her toy, from where it lay on the table with easy reach, she began to use run the tip against her lips, and clit, and while hooking a finger at Mark with her other hand. “Come closer, and you can see better.”
Mark scooted closer, the towel coming with his butt as he moved forward, close enough that his feet were in the holes of the arms of the chair, and his legs making contact against Erica’s. The touch of even their legs against each other made him even hornier. Marks eyes were wandering all over Erica’s body as she started to touch herself with both hands, leaving her toy just between her legs. Mark watched as she used her fingertips nails all over her body, caressing her breasts, her nipples, neck, stomach, and legs, before once again taking her toy into her hand, and slowly pushing it into her, pressing the ears against her clit and setting them to vibrate.
“I like that you are enjoying the show, Mark” Erica said, slightly breathily, “But for this to work I need to you put on a show for me. Stroke that cock.. show me how much I turn you on.”
Mark nodded, choppily, but he found it hard to divide his focus between watching her using her toy, using her hands, and everything else that he wanted to look at at the same time. Although he had seen something like this in porn, he had never actually watched a woman masturbate in real life. Certainly not the muse for his recurring fantasies.
Erica watched as he started to stroke, and the precum that glistened on the head of his cock, and over his hand showed, as much as his hardness, how much he was turned on by what he was watching. She was plenty turned on, and certainly hadn’t been this wet in months. But she knew that unless she could find some way to keep Mark under control, she might not be able to get the finish she wanted. After all, a cock as beautiful as Mark’s was too precious a resources to waste, and it had been far too long since she had felt a man cum inside her.
After a few minutes of watching each other masturbate, she made a decision. She stopped her toy, set it aside, then leaned forward and put wrapped her hand around Marks, and his cock. The feel of its against the tips of her fingers almost put aside her determination, but she grimaced, and took control again.
“That’s enough for now, Mark. Let’s go swimming.” She reluctantly let go of his hand and cock, then stood up, and walked to the edge of the pool. He still sat there, a slightly devastated look on his face. Erica stopped, and said over his shoulder “stop stroking that beautiful cock and come into the pool with me. I’ll make it worth your while.” With that she stepped in, then turned to see Mark walking to join her, his erect penis leading the way.
For Mark, the next half hour in was an incredible torment, something that he was sure Erica had done on purpose. They swam close to each other, brushing up against each other. It seems like that ever other breath that she ran her fingers across his back, lightly brushed against his chest, briefly squeezed his cock, or cupped his ass in her hand. On the other hand, he had been just handsy, taking every opportunity of proximity to brush against her breasts, pussy, and legs.
For Erica, it did exactly what she was hoping- clearly it had somewhat moderated how close Mark was, but she became increasingly turned on, especially as he continue to try to slip a finger between her legs. When the contact tempted her to take his hand in hers, and place it on her clit, she decided it was long enough. “Come on Mark” she whispered into his ear. “I’m going to make your fantasy come true. I want you to fuck me and fill you with cum”. With that, she span away from him, and swam quickly for the side of the pool with their deckchairs. Mark followed close behind
The sun was reaching its zenith as they got to the deckchair with the towels. Without saying a word, Erica pushed Mark down onto the chair, near the middle but so that he was laying down flat, bent over to kiss him quickly, and then got on the chair, on hands and knees, facing away from him. She backed up so that her pelvis was over his face, and then took Mark’s semi-hard cock into her hand.
Looking backwards she said “don’t just lie there Mark. If I’m going to give you some great head, you better eat me out too.” Erica waited as Mark adjusted into her, and moaned, pointing her toes as he grabbed her upper things gentle, and firmly attacked her lips with his tongue, moving the tip of hit from her clit, all the way up across the perineum and teasing her anus. IN response, Erica gently bent Marks cock back towards her, and taking his balls firmly in her right hand, used the tip of the tongue down along the bottom of his shaft to this balls and back, then took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could feel him moaning into her pussy as his tongue was flitting back and forth, and darting inside of her.
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