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A Farewell To Summer by loyalsock
Date: 4/20/2017, Categories: Masturbation Voyeur, Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... deep breath. "Hi," she smiled across the table. "Do you mind if I sit here under your tree, it looks like it might rain?" The man looked up from his book, noticing her presence for the first time. She watched his eyes go directly to her breasts before he looked up and answered. "Not at all," he smiled in return. "Though technically, I don't think this is my tree." "You found it first," she pointed out. "So, until I know any better, it's your tree." "Thanks," he replied. "I don't think I ever owned a tree before." "It's a good tree, you should be proud," she looked up at the branches above them. "It looks like it'd be great to climb, though not in these clothes, obviously." "Oh, I don't know," he laughed, his eyes returning to her cleavage showing through the open buttons of her blouse.. "You go right ahead, really, I wouldn't mind one bit." He closed his book, removed his glasses, and placed both on the table in front of him. "May I ask a favour?" She arched her back a little, pushing her breasts further forward, and removed her jacket. "Depends what it is," he answered. "Try me." He noticed her hard nipples pressing at her blouse. "Can I take a photo of you?" she asked, her nerves showing as her voice gained speed. "I know, weird request, right? Only, I'm really shy, and I've been trying to combat that, and just saying hi to you here was a ...
... pretty big deal for me, so I'd kinda like the keepsake, if that's okay. And, ya know, I like taking photos." "Okay, I guess," he paused. "On one condition though, you get my new tree in the shot too." "Oh, nice idea!" She took the camera from her bag, and stood up, stepping back a few paces. He watched the bare skin of her legs as she stood before him, and noticed her hips sway as she moved. "Thank you," she returned to the table, walking around to his side, and sliding onto the bench close beside him, her thigh touching his. "You both look so proud!" she showed him the screen of the camera. "Well, you know," he leaned in to look. "Not everyone has such a great tree." He placed his hands on his legs, the tip of one little finger brushed against her thigh, and he kept it there, tracing tiny patterns on her skin. She enjoyed the contact as she put the camera down, and took something from the zipped front of her bag. "Okay," she hesitated. She fixed her gaze upwards to the tree branches. "There's something else I need to ask you." "Go on." he urged. Beneath the table, he moved his whole hand gradually onto her thigh, adding light pressure to the fingertips pressed on her skin, his eyes looking down at the gap between her breasts. "Take this," she handed him the black keyring. "There's a button on there, it turns me on and off. Would you please turn me on?" He took the gadget from her, ...