Laying Out - Sex Stories

Laying Out

It was a warm day, but not as warm as Vicky wanted it to be. Summer was fading and she still hoped to get a little bit of a tan before she couldn't lay out anymore. Her husband had to work that day, and the contractor he'd hired to work on the dock was late, but it was a Saturday and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. She started to put on a par of shorts and a halter top then changed her mind. No, today she'd wear that bikini she'd bought on impulse and had never dared to wear before. It was flimsy, the top barely covering her nipples, and the bottom being mostly just g-string. She felt almost naked when she had it on, but since most of the other lakeside residents were back in the city this weekend she didn't expect to be seen. Vicky went down to the back deck and spread a towel on the lounger. The sun was angling through the trees just right, so she'd get at least an hour of sun before it had moved and she'd be in shadow again. Then she'd have to move, of course, chasing the sun. She switched on her music and lay face down, deciding to start with her back. She underestimated the effect the warm sun would have on her. As her skin became toasty warm, her eyelids drooped. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she fell into the most wonderful dream. She floated in the clouds, and the wisps of white cotton caressed her body, stroking over her smooth skin like warm, gentle hands. She shivered and moaned softly as the sensation crept its way from her back to her sides, ...

... down over her hips to her legs, traveling from thigh to feet and back. When the clouds stroked her inner thigh, Vicky spread her legs. The touch on her crotch was electric. It had been awhile since she last masturbated, and she'd been so busy with her job lately that she hadn't been out in even longer. A long time since she'd had a man in her bed. This was a good dream, she decided. The touch she felt was firm, but not too firm. Fingers seemed to slip past the material of her swimsuit to massage her pussylips, gently spreading them to stroke her clit, to dip into her hole, to spread her leaking juices up to her asshole and massage her rosebud. Vicky moaned again, and realized she wasn't entirely asleep. She felt a weight settle over her back. A hot mouth planted a wet kiss on her bare shoulder. A hotter tongue snaked its way up to her neck and suckled her earlobe. She felt a hard cock probing between her thighs. Still half-asleep, Vicky didn't think to resist. She let her legs spread wider, putting her feet down onto the deck so she could lift her ass into the air. The cock pushing between her legs was thick, thicker than she'd felt before. She reached beneath her and down to her crotch. She was dripping wet, her inner lips splayed out with eager desire. She wrapped her fingers around the strange cock. A man moaned behind her. Vicky's eyes began to flutter open. No, this wasn't a dream. This was really happening! She started to push herself up onto her arms, to twist around in ...