Alex noticed she was braless as she approached
him in her summer dress.
“Hello” she said when she was within ten feet
of him
“Hello honey”
“Did you miss me?” she asked, although she
already knew the answer because she had spied the swelling in his shorts
“Everyday” he answered truthfully and she
nodded her approval of his answer and slowly moved closer and as she walked
towards him she began unbuttoning the front of her dress and he could see as
each button yielded to her finger that his assertion that she was braless, was
correct.
When she reached the deck and bent down to kiss
him he could see right down to her ginger bush.
“Where are your knickers?” he asked, between
kisses, and her white flesh flushed pink before his eyes
“In my bedroom” she replied “they were wet,
very very wet”
As they kissed her intoxicating perfume enveloped
him and then Clarissa straightened up and slowly wriggled her shoulders free of
her dress until she was naked to the waist, before she inched forward so Alex
could kiss her fleshy breasts and then offered up each nipple to his mouth in
turn so he could suck on them as she ran her fingers through his hair.
She was breathing steadily as his hands went
under her dress and moved slowly up her outer thighs until they reached her
ample buttocks where he kneaded her delicious cheeks, and she withdrew her baubles
beyond the reach of his lips and once again she bent down to kiss him, though
this time it was more of a sloppy and passionate type of kiss as Clarissa’s
knees started to wobble and for the first time since she arrived Clarissa
seemed to have lost her focus and was unsure of her next move.
Luckily, he had been thinking about what he
would do when he next got to grips with her, so he brought the sloppy kiss to
an abrupt end and said
“Lay down across my lap honey”
He was sat in the middle of the swing seat and
to his left were a pile of cushions, so she climbed on his lap and tried to
resume the kissing.
“No honey face down”
“Oh ok” she said, a little unsure of his
intent, but enthusiastically launched herself across his knee regardless and
ended with her head on the pile of pillows.
Alex then lifted the
skirts of the dress to expose her wondrous buttocks and caressed the soft flesh
of her cheeks before his fingers homed in on her pussy, and he found she was
deliciously moist to his touch and he said
“Look through the
shrubbery Honey, and tell be what you see”
So she lifted her
head to look and a moment later she gasped and simultaneously her buttocks
clenched and her thighs clamped shut, denying him access to the source of her
heat, then she turned and looked over her shoulder with a horrified look on her face.
“We can’t do it here”
“It’ll be alright darling” he reassured her
“But what if I cum?” she asked will alarm and
rolled onto her side, exposing her ripe hanging fruit.
“Oh you will definitely cum honey” he promised
her
“But what if they hear me?” she said “They
mustn’t hear me cum”
“That’s what the
pillows are for” he reassured her
“oh, ok” she
exclaimed and rolled back on to her front
“But you can’t just
bury you face in them, you have to keep watching your family while I’m
fingering you” he insisted
“I can’t” she begged
“That’s a condition,
you stop looking and I stop touching”
“OK I understand,”
she said “I don’t want you to stop, so I’ll watch them”
The houses in that
part of the village were large and detached with generous garden and the
distance between Clarissa’s position on Alex’s lap and the nearest member of
the St Claire family was roughly 40 yards away, now Alex had plenty of personal
experience of hearing Clarissa orgasm, so he knew full well just how loud she
was but the truth of the matter was she wasn’t loud enough to be heard 40 yards
away above the sound of the family chatter and wind rustling the leaves in the
trees, but she hadn’t appreciated that.
However the
unclenching of her buttocks and the unclamping of her thighs showed she had
relaxed sufficiently for him to regain access to her and when he returned to
the seat of her previous moistness he found her creamily wet and she let out a
little gasp as his finger went in her, but no one heard it; it was still far
too noisy in St Claire’s garden.
Over the weeks since
he became a regular visitor to the contents of her underwear he had got her
very wet but he’d never got her so wet so quickly, clearly the perceived danger was really exciting her, and
he planned to take full advantage of the situation.
Alex watched her
lying across him, with her firm buttocks exposed, as his fingers probed at her
juicy minge and his skilful digits rubbed and worked on her and Clarissa’s
cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.
She had adopted the sniper position as she
braced her straight left leg against the arm rest while her right leg was
crooked and her foot was on the floor, the result of this was to open her up
for further ministrations so he pushed two finger into her juiciness.
He was positioned in such a way that he could
fiddle with her fanny with his right hand and caress one of her plump breasts
with his left and there was a very stimulating audible squelching from her
pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double digit
ministrations were eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her and he
looked down at her wriggling squirming form as he played her like an
instrument, rather like Rick Wakeman at his keyboards.
It wasn’t long before he brought her to a satisfying climax, and as she
approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it
over her mouth and as she stared through the shrubbery and the hole in the
fence at her laughing chattering family, she came, hard.
After she unclamped his hand from her mouth,
she gasped out “oh wow, that was so, so…….”
Clarissa couldn’t articulate further and just
collapsed onto the pillows but she wanted to say deliciously dirty, and Alex
looked at her and smiled as she remained sprawled across his lap, and he knew
in that moment that it was no longer just about the sex for him.
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