Authors note: The idea for this story originated when one of the events described happened to me when I was working in the garden although I was not naked at the time. As usual any editing errors are mine and mine alone. Please continue to vote and comment. Without feedback and
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Drone wars
It all started last summer, although the seeds for the episode I am about to describe were sown a year before that. On the day it happened I was sunbathing in our garden. I was totally naked and alone and was working hard at getting rid of my tan lines. To be honest lying in the hot sun can't really be called work and my area of white flesh wasn't large; a narrow strip over my waist and crack and a narrow strip over my back and around my neck with two triangular patches over my nipples.
My most recent boyfriend liked to say that "A woman Is like a chicken. The white bits are best," but he was recent history and I had decided I wanted an all over tan.
Before I go any further I suppose I should give you some background.
I am 23 years old and a psychology student. I am the spoiled and only child of a rich doting father and a lazy alcoholic stepmother. My father is a successful lawyer who spends more and more of his time away from home on business whilst my stepmother drinks and screws around. He is in his mid-fifties, and she is a trophy wife in her early thirties, only a few years older than I am. I tolerate her for my father's sake. They live in a large Edwardian house in the English countryside in splendid isolation and far from anywhere. The house sits in the middle of a large estate where one can go riding or shooting if one wishes. Nearby there is a beautiful river where I am told the trout fishing is good.
That particular day I didn't want to ride, shoot, or fish. I wanted to work on my tan whilst my father was in Zurich and my mother was also probably naked and writhing in bed in London with her latest lover. To be honest, although I can ride I don't like horses and I don't have any inclination to massacre the local wildlife. Neither does the thought of standing in a cold river for hours to catch a fish sound very appealing. Don't get me wrong. I'm quite happy to eat pheasant and trout provided someone else kills, cleans, and cooks it nicely first.
I do not like our house because of its isolation. I much prefer the city with its pubs, bars, restaurants, cinemas, theatre, and men..but that week I had returned home as a duty visit to my parents. I had not seen them for six months and funds were running short.
The day after I arrived my father was called away on business and my stepmother took her opportunity with both hands and shot off to London with a vague promise to be home in a day or two. The cook had prepared me plenty of dishes which were in the freezer and seeing how it was a Wednesday she and the housekeeper had gone home at midday.
And so I was alone in the walled garden naked and away from prying eyes. As I lay on the sun lounge and the wind blew across my naked body I was reminded of a holiday I had had on Mykonos in Greece with a boyfriend the summer before.
***
We were on the beach in the late afternoon and mine was not the only female form on display. There were scores of young women each seemingly trying to wear skimpier and skimpier bikinis. I was able to compete with most of them until a tall dark haired beauty walked past. At first I thought she was naked. She wore no bikini top, and her tits were large and the same copper colour as her skin. Her bikini bottom was a deep brown coloured string barely wide enough to cover her obviously depilated slit. She padded past and smiled down appreciatively at my boyfriend James who was lying beside me on the sand and then when she was about ten yards away she stood directly in front of us looking out at the sea with her legs spaced wide apart. The bitch was giving James time to appreciate her beautifully formed arse.
As I watched her standing I had the uncharitable thought that she deserved her nipples to burn in the hot afternoon sun. Then I saw James watching her and when I looked down at James's groin as he lay beside me his prick was swollen in his trunks.
"I put my hand lightly over his bulging trunks. Take me back to the hotel right now. You can think of her when you fuck me. I don't plan to waste the boner you have. Let's not waste valuable screwing time."
There was no foreplay. No sooner had we entered our room than I removed my bikini top and bottom and knelt on the bed whilst he just as quickly removed his trunks.
"Now fuck me just like I know you want to fuck her you bastard."
"I know you want to fuck her. I know you want to be inside her. Imagine my cunt is her cunt."
And there, with the wind blowing off the sea and through the open doors of our first floor hotel room overlooking the crowded beach, he screwed me. I felt his rock hard penis between my lips, wet with desire, and slide slowly and effortlessly inside.
His dick felt as if he was penetrating the heart of me, as balls deep he pounded at me, and I kept up my vocal encouragement.
"Are you thinking about her? Her big brown tits. Her wet slit. Do you think she screams?"
"Now fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!"
"I want it so bad! I want it so bad!"
On and on I babbled as he ploughed me. Pleasure built on pleasure until he took me to that point where the entire centre of my being was focused on only my clitoris, vagina, and the male flesh inside of it.
As his penis moved in and out his balls slapped rhythmically against me I frantically drove myself against him as my ecstasy mounted.
Until finally the dam broke, and waves and waves of pleasure engulfed me as my vaginal and anal muscles pulsed and my buttocks and thighs trembled, and I screamed uncontrollably. Long and Loud.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssssssssss!"
He withdrew, and I fell forward onto my belly and then turned to look up at James as he quickly sat astride of me on his knees as he jerked quickly, groaned loudly, and spurted his seed across my lips, eyes, and face.
Slowly my breathing settled and my senses returned, and once again I became aware of the sea breeze which ruffled the curtains of the room and was now cooling my body which was wet with the sweat of our exertions. Through the open balcony door I became aware of the sounds of the waves breaking on the beach and the soft murmur of voices from below.
***
I showered and changed into a light summer dress and went downstairs to the beach bar leaving James in the room to write the obligatory postcards. He would catch me up in a half hour or so.
It was now early evening and I sat outside at a rickety wooden table drinking my pina colada when I saw her approaching me; Five feet tan inches of well-proportioned raven haired beauty...sex on legs. She had put her bikini top back on, although the fabric on each side was only a little larger than a postage stamp.
"May I join you?" she asked in accented English.