It was a warm sunny Sunday in my little corner of the world so it was nice to get out and do some yardwork. Trim hedges, pull weeds, sweep up blooms that had fallen from the trees. Oh, and hopefully fuck my hott “handyman”. I called his house and asked if he could help in my back yard for a bit, and he said, why not.
Problem was he kept distracting me from trimming, pulling and sweeping (not that I minded).
Like when he’d slide his hand up the leg of my shorts while I was on the ladder (second rung, if that matters) trimming the pyracantha.
Or how he’d stretch and show his abs right in front of my face while I was pulling weeds. I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger every time i bent over.
While he was sweeping up, I dropped my shorts, sat down in my chaise lounge, spread my legs and started playing with my pussy. He immediately put down the broom and walked over to where I was sitting. He watched intently as I’d dip one finger then a second inside of my pussy, curling them up to tease my g-spot.
He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. Moving up he straddled the chaise lounge and brought his cock to within breathing distance of my lips. I stuck my tongue out, the tip touching the slit of his cock. He could hear my fingers moving faster in my pussy…the lovely little squishy noise told him how wet I’d become.
I leaned forward in the chaise and opened my mouth, sliding his cock inside. My free hand moved up to wrap around his shaft. My blowjobs are always sloppy wet and intense, leaving men weak kneed.
He had me sit up a little more and he dropped the top part of the chaise lounge so it was now flat. I lay down and he moved around for some 69. Give as good as you get, I say.
He ran a wet trail with his tongue around the edge of my pussy lips before pushing his tongue as far as he could inside. My hips raised off the chaise lounge when he did this. Good thing his cock was in my mouth…the neighbors would have heard some very LOUD moans. The 69 continued for a good while. Somehow we managed to bring each other to the peak time and again without falling over the edge.
I took his cock out of my mouth and urged him to fuck me. We switched places on the chaise so he could have me ride him. Even with a temperature in the low 70’s, there was enough heat to make our skin glisten in the spring afternoon.
He grabbed my ass as I moved back and forth on him. Spreading the cheeks, he pushed a finger into my asshole. That only spurred me on to more intense motions. I whispered in his ear that I was going to cum. He pulled his finger out of my ass as he felt the contractions of my orgasm. His orgasm followed. How we both kept from screaming when we came is beyond me.
We caught our breath and gathered ourselves. We finshed up the yardwork and I went in to take a shower and replay the afternoon in my mind…with my soapy hand stroking my clit to another orgasm.
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