I love our new home. We have a beautiful backyard filled with luscious, tropical bushes, plants and trees. Whenever I get the chance you can find me laying back on a lounge chair, magazine in hand and a drink on the side table. This is heaven to me. Since my son J.J. has become a toddler, most of my time is spent running after him. But everyday I try to take a break outside, usually when he’s inside napping.
I have a fairly secluded yard, although I have found that my neighbor Mr. Carson can look down into it if he’s sitting on his upstairs deck. Generally, I can tell if he’s up there; he’ll make some kind of noise, out of courtesy I think, to announce his presence. He’s a kind gentleman in his 60’s and in good health, and in fact we’ve invited him to a few backyard barbecues. The neighbors on the other side of the fence, The Goldmans, are in their 40’s and pretty lively. If I’m outside sitting under my palm tree, their bedroom window is right next to me. I don’t mean to snoop, but I do hear them sometimes, and let me tell you, I’m aware that they are quite active sexually.
Anyway, the past week had been extremely busy for me. Peter had been working late and the baby had been getting stronger at walking, so he was into everything. I had just finished feeding him lunch one day when Peter walked in. He had finished his project at work and decided to come home early. Wonderful news, because it was unusual for him to be home during a weekday. He offered to put the baby down for his nap, and I jumped at the chance for some quiet. I grabbed a magazine and a soft drink and settled down on my lounge in the yard. Peter joined me a little while later, after the baby was asleep, and we had some rare free time together.
Peter looked so sexy - he had changed into shorts and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his firm pecs. I grabbed his collar, pulled him close and gave him a big kiss. He felt so warm and tender. I could tell he was starting to relax by how affectionate he was. I reached for his pecs and massaged his chest and nipples. Then on impulse, I reached for his shorts, unzipped them and pulled his dick out, right there in the yard. Peter has great equipment, and I love feeling it grow in my hand.
I bent over to kiss the tip and greedy me, I had to have it all. I slipped him deep into my mouth. I love giving head, and like any man, Peter is a willing receiver. He stood up and wobbled as he shook off his shorts, stepping out of his sandals while he was still in my mouth. As I pleasured him, I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. But nobody was in the yard except us, so I didn’t give it a second thought.
Peter guided me back onto the lounge chair and licked his finger, dipping it into my pussy. It was wet and slippery when he pulled it out and massaged my clit, slowly at first and then with more pressure. He dipped back in me again and came out even wetter as he continued to stroke my clit.
Making love outside under the sun felt so good. I leaned back and I thought I saw the trees swish, like something was moving the branches. It was just a fleeting thought because Peter was licking my pussy now and I felt like yelling it was so good. I couldn’t help but moan.
Peter changed position and faced my pussy while kneeling in front of me. He spread my legs and licked his lips before diving in again. His hungry tongue savored my juices and I was deep inside my ecstasy zone, eyes closed, enjoying the ride. I opened my eyes for a second and thought I saw Mr. Carson sitting on his deck, a sly smile on his face. But just then Peter hit my spot again with his tongue and I felt like the sunshine was bursting through me - complete ecstasy. I wasn’t aware of anything else.
Without warning, Peter drove his huge cock into me. I was more than ready for him. I grabbed his butt and pulled him deep inside. In and out, in and out, the friction drove me crazy. Each time he thrust into me, I rose up to meet him.
I tilted my head back, caught up in the ecstasy, and this time I was sure. There was Mr. Carson, sitting in his chair smiling, his hand resting on his groin. I didn’t even care; I was too overwhelmed by Peter’s sexual prowess. This was so good... too good to let anything get in the way.
Peter lifted one of my legs and rested it on his shoulder so he could go even deeper. He leaned over me like he was doing push-ups. The position forced pressure on my clit and it was wonderful. After a few more strokes, I placed my other leg on his shoulder and gave Peter a completely clear path into my pussy.
We rocked so wildly that I slipped off the lounge chair! As I wiggled to scoot back up, I saw that Mr. Carson was still there. He was leaning over his balcony trying to see us better, holding his dick in his hand. I whispered to Peter that Old Mr. Carson was watching us, but Peter wasn’t thrown for even a moment. He just whispered, “Then we’ll finish the show for him.”
He climbed up next to me and we kissed deeply. He massaged my clit with one hand and sucked my nipples at the same time. That drives me absolutely crazy. Once again Peter entered my eager body and we made love like never before.
He drove into me one last time and we came. Together. With a burst like a volcano. Peter’s back arched and I contracted, gripping on to him. He was moaning that it was so good... so good. We collapsed onto the lounge chair, breathing heavily and completely satisfied.
As for Old Mr. Carson, when I opened my eyes and looked up he was resting in his chair, his dick still in his hand and with a smile on his face. But the real surprise of the day was hearing Tina Goldman’s voice drift over from the window next door. “Lick the whipped cream off my nipples,” she moaned.
All Peter and I could do was laugh. There must have been something in the air that afternoon. Everybody was in the mood for love.
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Carmen, the woman in the next story, experiences female ejaculation. This is something that sex researchers have only recently discovered and put a name to. It occurs when a woman secretes a small or sometimes a copious amount of fluid through the urethra during an orgasm. This fluid is significantly different from urine. Female ejaculation is still being researched to better understand exactly how it works.