The sun's warmth while laying out has been making me so horny lately I have had wild fantasies.
Last Sunday, I guess things got to the zenith. I had been lying nude, amply supplied with wine coolers, and causally masturbating. I keep thinking about Kent and his progression of simply watching me from Mike's window to being a sex partner.
Kent's cock was adequate. And available, but I dreamed of more.
I imagined Kent telling his friends about watching me. Allowing them to know I enjoyed young men. What would I do if he showed up with two or three in tow?
I flicked my clitoris feverously while thinking of the young men standing over me, ready to deposit their sperm on my breasts. And then nastily massaging the cum into my tits.
I must have cum half a dozen times using those thoughts.
Sunday took me to the brink.
"Hey, buddy, what's going on?" I asked Kent when I called.
"Nothing much. Is my lovely lady lonesome? I could come over if you want." Kent told me.
"I'd like that. I want to ask your opinion on some things. I'll be waiting on the deck." I knew that image would bring him quick.
I fixed another wine cooler and brought a couple of beers in a bucket of ice for Kent.
I was so anxious about his arrival that I couldn't stand it. FINALLY, he walked out on the deck.
Smiling at him, I said for him to show me his cock. He stripped down and sat in a chair, and I got on my knees to lick his dick.
I worked on him until I knew he was ready. I laid back on my cushions and opened my legs.
"Baby, I need your cock so much. I want you to screw me, silly. Give it to me!"
Kent positioned himself between my legs and slipped his penis in with a single stroke. I was so wet! "I missed your cock, and maybe you need to move in with me." I teased.