Yard Work - Sex Stories

Yard Work

... thumbs rolling the nipples which had escaped their bondage and were straining the fabric of my dress. He pulled back for a moment and I drew a shuddering breath. "Josh - you're... you're - what - 17?" "22" he growled, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my bodice "that was my little b*****r and his friends today." He grinned again and worked my nipples from their den into the light. "God, you have excellent tits." His mouth descended to take first one then the other nipple captive. 22 hunh? I thought. That's a different matter! There's not so much difference... 15 years... not quite old enough to be my son! my thoughts went a deep purple as the suction on my breasts chased all thoughts of age out of my head. My knees buckled and Josh was quick enough to catch me on the fly, so to speak. "Feeling OK?" He grinned at me. "MMmmhmmm" I managed. My arms went around his neck, whether to keep me from hitting the floor or to press against his fabulous chest, I'll never quite know. The feeling of my bare nipples against his chest was heavenly. It felt as though an electric current pulled us and held us together. Before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me lightly up onto the kitchen counter, as if I weighed nothing. He stepped back and stood looking at me. I imagined what he saw, my dress gaping open, my skirt fluffed out around me. I took in the 6'3" tanned body in front of me. He was absolutely beautiful. And the fully erect cock that peeked out from the leg of his loose ...

... shorts was even more so. Never taking his eyes from mine, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and slipped them off, kicking them across the kitchen floor. "Oh, Josh..." I breathed, completely excited at the prospect before me. I grinned back at the nude hunk of manflesh and stretched my legs out toward him. He grasped my ankles and pulled me toward him til my ass was on the edge of the counter. "What you got under that Pleasantville skirt, young lady?" He stepped into the vee of my legs, running his hands up my calves, under my knees and smooth thighs. "Let's have a look..." Kneeling down on one knee, he hooked my legs over his shoulders. His blond head ducked under the frothy crinoline, then popped out quickly. "Wow!" His eyes sparkled up at me. "You're so... smooth!" His head disappeared again and I waited, holding my breath, waiting for his next move. I felt his big fingers gently petting my shaven pussy. A finger slipped lightly between my labia - I could feel my moisture spreading. "and you're so... wet! Mmmmm" his tongue flicked lightly, his fingers spreading my swollen slit. His nose made contact with my clit, sending a shock through my body. I gasped, my knees coming up off his shoulders of their own volition. A finger thrust directly into my pussy. His head reappeared. "Oh Karey... I..." I pulled his upper arms, urging him to his feet. He stood in front of me. I wrapped my legs around his slim waist, pulling him to me. I reached down to guide his cock to ...