Mary lay on the bed, two pillows wedged under her hips, naked except for a pair of black lacy panties.

I looked down at her body, at the way her her large breasts spread out under her weight pressed against the cream satin sheets. I could feel that, feel what she felt, the cool of the fabric the way her breasts must have felt pushed onto the bed like that.

She had her head turned to one side, her hair cut short just before Christmas, those strawberry blonde locks re shaped into a kind of boyish cut. It looked sort of punky in a way, a counterpoint to her shapely very feminine body.

I looked at the shape of her hips, the way in which her ass pushed up toward me, propped up by the pillows. I handed her the vibe which she turned on and tucked under herself as I slipped her panties from her and heard her sigh in anticipationand pleasure.

"Are you ready " I asked in a whisper.

Mary didn't reply. Her eyes shut tight, she just nodded.

The only sound in the room, the gentle buzz of the vibrator, her intermittent moans and the beating of my heart in my chest.

I squeezed out some lube onto my fingers and pressed them against her asshole, listening for affirmation in her gentle cries I pushed a finger inside her, readying her for what was to follow.

I reached for the packet of condoms and even with her eyes shut tight I could tell she knew, a small smile breaking at the corers of her mouth as the condom unfolded itself on release from its foil wrap, I carefully unrolled it down the plastic shaft standing huge and proud in front of me.

"Here" I said pushing gently against her, unable to make my way in, all to aware she had never experienced anything this big, not anally at least. But we have trust and I pushed more firmly, persistance paying off as Mary gasped as I watched wide eyed as the strap on slowly began to disappear into her

 

Standing behind me, Charlie undid a couple of buttons of the shirt which I had picked from the floor and put on to cover myself.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you look in this " Charlie whispered as he slipped a hand inside and caressed my breast, gently tweaking my solid nipple while nuzzling my neck.

" Really "? I sighed " Can I keep it " I moaned

" I tell you what Charlie said " Raising me to my feet " I will buy you a shirt, one that fits" He undid the final buttons so that his shirt fell open to reveal my naked body and then reached down and began to touch his Cock through the fabric of his boxer shorts. I smiled, wide eyed as Charlie pulled his huge stiff Dick out.

I didn't need to be asked. I turned around and lent over the wooden kitchen table and felt Charlie lift the tails of the shirt and expose my Ass.

He ran his hands over my skin, sliding his hand between my legs, pushing his fingers into my wet Cunt.

I moaned again, stretching myself out across the cool oak table. I wanted him to fuck me, I didn't want last night to be just another one night stand but if this was going to be the last time he fucked me then I wanted to submit to him.

Charlie reached for the packet of condoms which lay on the table and took one, throwing the box back to the table with sufficient force that it skitled away and I which I watched it fall to the floor.

There was a pause as Charlie unrolled the condom on to his Prick and then nuzzled his cock head against me.

I gasped as Charlie pushed, splitting me. I screamed as his large white Cock slid into me, my eyes wide open, staring, trance like into the distance as he filled me.

I took a deep breath

'Clack' the wooden table banged against the kitchen wall as he thrust forwarded

'Clack, Clack'

I liked how it felt, bent over like that, Charlie fucking me.

Supplicant. Submissive.

I thought Charlie might pause to pull the table from the wall but something about the noise of table slamming against the bricks as he thrust in and out of me must of turned him on. I could feel it, his climax, building inside me and I silently begged him to last long enough to make me cum.

 

Growing up we had a large garden at the bottom of which was a large brick building where garden furniture was stored during the winter, where garden tools were kept and boxes of unwanted stuff and old furniture were stored.

My Mom very rarely went down there, and it was totally hidden from the house. I would slip off down there when I wanted to smoke a cigarette, or I would slip in through the garden gate after school to smoke so I wouldn't be seen and enjoy a smoke

We had a gardener who took care of the garden and sometimes he would send his son around instead. I remember having the biggest of crushes on the son. He was about 25 I guess and the total opposite of everything my mom would have approved of. Of course he was far too old for me, but that didn't stop me fantasising about the possibilities.

When he was around, he would come and talk to me and I was always aware of how he would cast his eyes constantly over my breasts and legs. It used to drive me wild with excitement knowing he was looking, sometimes staring even at how the buttons on my school shirt strained from the pressure of my breasts tightly constrained behind the cotton fabric.

I remember a couple of times returning to the house after chatting to him and removing my shirt, unclipping my bra, running my hands over my breasts, and pretending they were his hands.

I would lie on the bed and pull my skirt up, slipping my panties down to my ankles. My hand would brush past my clit and I would pick up the dampness which was forming at the entrance to my pussy, imaging his strong fingers exploring my hole.

I would touch my clitty, shivering all over at the pleasure it gave to my whole body and I would carry on like that till I shook and trembled unable to stop once I had gotten that peak and after I would lie breathless on the bed, my breasts on display, nipples still rock hard, my pussy warm, wet and replete.

I even imagined that he would come into my room and see me like that, spread out, eyes closed. I always knew he was there but would pretend not to have noticed, wanting him to see my body like that.

One Saturday afternoon I came home from Hockey practice. I knew that he was going to be around and as usual, I slipped into the garden via the back entrance so I could have a cigarette.

I hadn't showered and changed as I normally would have done, and I had removed my bra and stuffed it into my it bag. I was fully aware of how my breasts would look under the tight Pique top, how my nipples would poke obviously through the fabric, and how my thighs looked in the short hockey skirt, bare, strong and if I parted my legs enough he would see my panties.

He was there sitting in the shed rolling a joint when I arrived. I felt my face flush as his eyes roved over my body and the desire for him to touch me crashed over me, crushing the air from my lungs and making my heartbeat so loud I swear he heard it.

I told him I wanted to try his joint and he smiled, drawing deeply, before passing it to me. I ended up ridiculously stoned, and sat on the floor of the shed aware that he could see my white panties and the outline of my breasts. My arousal was obvious and as I tried to focus on his muscular torso looking down at me, the words just slipped out.

" Do you want to touch?" I said


" my tits, I mean, you are always looking at them " I carried on.


I remember the look on his face and to this day I still cannot say for certain whether it was fear, surprise, shock or desire. I do remember that at that precise moment we heard the sound of his father's truck pull up behind the house and that put a stop to that.

Nothing ever happened and felt a little embarrassed for what I had said and how I had behaved, although my hands still wandered when I thought of him but all too suddenly the summer ended and I only ever saw his dad and only then infrequently as and autumn set in and I guess I moved on too.

 

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He was 6ft 6inches tall, weighed 223.
My wife was 5ft 4inches tall and weighed 112.

It was a great team (in New Orleans).