Amber 49

After spending an eventful weekend at the farm, Amber and I were both relieved to get back to our normal routine. Two days of camping had found us enjoying each other in ways that we had never done before. Separated from the outside world, she and I were free to explore some of our deepest desires without shame or judgement. But while the weekend brought us some exciting diversions from the ordinary, it really wasn't in either my or Amber's comfort zone. As fun as the weekend had been, it was nice to leave that behind us and get back to what we had long enjoyed, where our physical relationship was a natural byproduct of our emotional connection, rather than it feeling like the other way around.

Upon returning home, Amber and I spent Sunday afternoon reconnecting. We took a sedate shower together, snuggled on the couch and took our time simply kissing and caressing one another. When both of us eventually became aroused, rather than having sex, we undressed and then masturbated for one another. This simple but intimate act done together was our special way of reconnecting. Once we'd both satisfied our needs, we spent the rest of the evening simply cuddled up together on the couch while watching TV.

When the weekend ended, we happily returned to the real world. With the beginning of another workweek, we settled back into our typical routines. It was part of this work routine that found Amber and me walking out from a planning commission meeting that Wednesday afternoon. While I carried a set of plans under my arm as we made our way through the municipal building's atrium, Amber hastily scrolled through her phone, clearing out the emails that she had missed while we were away from the office.

Amber and I were working on a project together and most of the design work had been completed. With that phase out of the way, we'd entered my least favorite part of the process, a seemingly interminable series of bureaucratic meetings. This phase of the project was a give and take, trying to find a workable balance between the client's often unrealistic expectations and the regulatory agencies' burdensome micromanagement. While equally frustrated with the process, Amber had more patience and could fake her way through her share of meetings so I let her take the lead in these. While she handled most of the talking, I still served a valuable role though in being a sounding board for her frustrations after the fact.

Making our way across the parking lot, I began playing my role as soon as we got back into my truck. After tucking the plans away in the back seat, I laughed when Amber threw her head back against the headrest and sighed melodramatically. "That guy is fucking insufferable," she complained to no one in particular. As I pulled out onto the road, she continued, "I swear, I have it in writing that they said we didn't have to do a traffic impact study."

Playing devil's advocate, I said, "Yeah, but that was based on the original unit count. It was the developer that insisted on going behind the city's back and doubling the size of the development."

Nodding her head to concede the point, Amber looked out her window and said, "Yeah, but they're going to shit a brick when we tell them the city is requiring it before granting any permits." Laughing, she added, "...and that's not the worst of it. You know the current level of service for these roads. Their impact fees are going to be astronomical."

I just shrugged and said, "I guess they should've listened when we tried to warn them."

Surprised, Amber turned my way and asked, "But did we?"

Laughing, I said, "Hell yeah we told them. I know because I did the due diligence report."

With a look of recognition coming across her face, Amber muttered, "That's right." Now openly laughing, she said, "Well, we'll get with Janet tomorrow. This is definitely something that she needs to handle." Glancing down at the clock, she said, "But that can wait for tomorrow though. It's getting late; let's just go home."

Never one to argue about shaving a few minutes off the workday, I just smiled my agreement and set off for the house. It was still relatively early in the afternoon and the sun was high in the western sky. Settling back in her seat, Amber adjusted her sunglasses and loosened the top few buttons of her dress shirt.

As we drove through town on our way to our neighborhood, I peeked over at Amber. She usually wore the same thing to work every day, a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt. The only times when she switched it up were on Fridays when she wore jeans and on important meeting days like this, when she would put on a nice button-down dress shirt with fancier dress pants. She totally caught me staring at the top of her shirt, which was opened, allowing a peek at her breasts cradled in her bra underneath. When I smiled and nervously looked away, she laughed amusedly while pulling the top of her shirt back closed.

A few minutes later, we were driving back through our neighborhood. Pulling into our driveway, I shut the truck off and we started to head inside. Stopping in the garage, I looked out at the yard. As Amber came up next to me, I put my arm around her back and nodded my head in the direction of the yard saying, "We've got a couple hours of daylight left. You wanna take care of this today?"

Looking out at the overgrown grass and then back at me, Amber smiled before nodding her head in agreement. Leaving the garage door open, we headed into the house. After dropping our things on the counter, we made our way back to the bedroom, kicking off our work shoes on the way. When we were back in the cool, darkened bedroom with its shades still drawn, I came up behind Amber. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I buried my face into her neck. With a deep breath, taking in the scent of her skin after a long day at work, I softly moaned as I began kissing her neck. Teasing my hands up the front of her shirt, across her soft, flat belly I groaned, "I didn't think this through."

Laughing as my hands continued up the front of her shirt, she asked, "How so?"

Pulling my hands out and beginning to unbutton her shirt, I kissed her behind her ear and sighed, "Because I've been looking at you in this shirt all day... thinking about how badly I want to get you out of it..."

Looking over her shoulder and smiling as I undid the last few buttons, she turned and put her arms around my neck. With the front of her navy blue shirt now hanging open loosely, I leaned in and gave her a kiss as I slid my hands in and around her back. Pulling her head back from mine, Amber smiled as she began undoing my belt. "You can get me out of it," she said. Then with a little wink, she added, "But I promise the sex will be better if you give a little more effort."

Laughing, I said, "Effort?!?"

Still smiling, Amber flashed her eyebrows and said, "You know what I like."

Still laughing as I took my pants off, I turned towards the dresser to get a pair of shorts. Looking back at her, I joked, "Sounds like you're blackmailing me to get me to do some chores."

Working her dress pants down over her hips, she just shrugged with that playful smile on her face. With a flick of her foot, she kicked them aside and walked up next to me. Turning her hip to show me her matching navy blue panties, she snapped the waistband with her finger.

Looking down at her beautiful, shapely backside, I finally looked up at her and smiled. After pulling my shorts on and exchanging my work shirt for an old t-shirt, I waited for her to get dressed. When she was ready we headed out together into the garage.

We both threw on old pairs of shoes and I started getting things ready. Once the mower was gassed up, I rolled it out of the garage and started it up. For the better part of the next half hour, I carved lines back and forth across the front lawn. The afternoon heat had definitely set in but the constant movement while riding the mower provided enough air that it was still tolerable. While I took care of the grass, Amber got the trimmer and edged along the driveway, front walk and sprinkler heads. Although I zoned out for most of the job, any time Amber was in my field of view, I couldn't help but watch her.

It might sound stupid, but I had grown to appreciate our time together doing menial jobs like this around the house. It also didn't hurt that she had on an especially short pair of athletic shorts this afternoon. Her thick thighs looked amazing and there was just the slightest suggestion of the bottom of her butt cheeks showing out of the bottom of them when she moved just the right way. That, combined with the loose t-shirt that she had tied at her waist, giving me a little peek at her belly did something special for me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

When I was about halfway done with the front yard, Amber went around to the back of the house to finish with the trimmer. When she came back, she put it away in the garage and got a set of shears to start trimming the hedges. Soon enough, I had finished with the front yard and went around to cut the little strip of grass around the side and by the pool.

Once that was done, I brought it back up to the front and parked it in the garage. The sun was beginning to get lower in the sky, disappearing behind the tall pines across the street. There was still plenty more daylight left though so I went out to see what Amber was up to. Coming around the corner and up the walkway, I stopped in my tracks. Amber was squatting down, picking some weeds from the planter. Her short shorts had worked their way up and seemingly half of her butt cheeks showed. The way she was squatted down, her usually round backside looked even more pronounced and all I could think of was how much I wanted that on my face.

At that moment, Amber looked up. Seeing me standing there appreciating the view, she just smiled, knowing full well what she was doing. After a prolonged pause, she called me over with a nod of her head and jokingly said, "Hey, this goes both ways."

As she wiped at her brow with the back of her hand, I shrugged and pulled my shirt off. Amber watched me toss it aside with an eager smile on her face. When I then squatted down beside her to help clean out the planter, she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. Then with a glance over her shoulder, she asked conspiratorially, "Do you think the neighbors know about our fucked up foreplay?"

Looking over at her shirt stretched out around her breasts, I just shook my head and said, "I don't fucking care."

Amber looked me up and down, flashed her eyebrows, and softly said, "Me neither... but it's definitely working."

Despite the distractions, we eventually managed to get back to work. We made our way down the row, clearing out the weeds that had begun to sprout through the mulch. As we worked, we stole little glances at one another. It was definitely warm that afternoon and Amber's hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail was matted over her ears. Little rivulets of sweat beaded up and trickled down her face while little smudges of dirt showed the spots where she had earlier wiped her hand.

After we made our way down the line, I got up to get a bin while Amber gathered up all of the discarded weeds along with the clippings from the shrubs. When I returned, she tossed them away and then I reached down and helped her back to her feet. Standing up in front of me, she smiled, knowing what was coming next. True to her expectations, I dropped the bin to my side and put my arms around her. She then whimpered as I ran my hands up her back and we shared a long, tender kiss. As I rubbed across the sweat-dampened shirt, I kissed her neck and asked, "What's next?"

Chuckling, Amber looked out at the yard and sighed, "Get me out of these clothes."

We smiled at each other, both of us looking forward to some fun now that the work was done. I picked up our trash and we headed back to the garage. Standing there looking out at a freshly manicured lawn, Amber turned to me and winked. Then, after going over and triggering the automatic door, as it clattered down, she came back up to me and we put our arms around one another. Once the door had closed us off from the rest of the neighborhood, we both kicked off our shoes before she looked up at me and sighed, "You have no idea what that does for me."

Leaning in and giving her a kiss, I reached down and up the bottom of her shorts. Gently squeezing the bare bottom of her butt, I said, "I'm ready to find out."

With a flash of her eyebrows, she grinned as she undid the knot in her shirt, pulled it off over her head and tossed it aside. A few slow, sensual wiggles of her hips was all it took for her to then drop her shorts to the concrete floor. Standing before me in the same navy blue bra and panties that she'd had on all day, she reached out and started working my shorts down. As she let them fall to the floor, I reached around and deftly undid the clasp at the back of her bra.

Standing there in our underwear, we began to kiss while she let the bra fall down her arms and to the floor below. Our tongues flicked together while our hands grabbed at and rubbed each other's backs. We'd both been at work all day and now we'd just done the yard together. Neither of us was remotely freshened up; but if we were being honest, that was a significant part of the turn-on for both of us and one that we'd consciously pursued.

My hands rubbed down the clammy skin of her back, over her hips and down across the thin fabric of her panties that covered her backside. While the intensity of our kisses increased, Amber whimpered as I grabbed and squeezed her buns. My pulse was racing. Every kiss brought Ambers tongue dragging across mine and I softly moaned as I felt the front of my underwear becoming tighter.

Upon hearing my shaky breaths, Amber reached down between us. We both moaned, mine a little louder than hers, when she felt the hardened protrusion in my underwear. Lightly stroking her hand up the front of my boxer briefs, she pulled herself against me. With her warm, soft breasts pressing against my chest, she breathlessly gasped, "Touch me."

Placing my hand down between her legs, I lightly stroked my fingers across her groin. As my fingertips slid across the damp fabric, she groaned in my ear, "That's not all sweat."

When I began lightly stroking my fingers against the outline of her vulva, Amber moaned before asking, "Where do you want me?" Before I could answer, she slipped her hand down the front of my underwear. When I loudly moaned as her hand wrapped around my erection, she breathlessly said, "I know what you want to do..." Then placing her head next to mine, she whispered, "I want you to do it to me."

Smiling in response, I placed my hands on her hips. Turning around with me, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me as I walked her backwards. Protecting the back of her head with my hand, I walked until her shoulders hit up against the wall. Purring in response, Amber gently nibbled at my lower lip while I grabbed and tugged at my underwear. Looking down to see my rigid penis spring free as they fell to the floor, she gasped, "Oh my god..."

Resting her head back against the wall, Amber breathed heavily, smiling as I grabbed the waistband of her panties. She watched as I lowered myself in front of her. When I peeled off her sweaty panties on my way down, she tilted her head back and sighed, "Oh yes..."

I didn't care how uncomfortable the smooth concrete was. I happily knelt on the garage floor in front of Amber and pulled her panties free from around her ankles. Looking down at me, she spread her bare feet farther apart, making room for me between them. She then looked down at me as I looked back up at her. With my eyes locked on hers, I placed my hands on her hips and brought myself closer up between her legs.

When Amber's large breasts eventually blocked her view, she placed her hands down at her side, flatly against the wall. Waiting for what she knew was coming, she tilted her head back and took a series of loud, deep breaths. Forgoing all of the usual buildup, I decided to go right for what I wanted. When my face made it between her legs, I opened my mouth and let my tongue drag slowly across her clitoris. Amber's hips shuddered and she moaned loudly as the tip of my tongue gently flicked against her.

This was the moment that I'd always dreamt of. Kneeling there between Amber's legs, I looked up at the underside of her dangling breasts as I tasted the salty sweat in those intimate folds of skin. Licking down along her labia, I took a deep breath and moaned as her overpowering musky aroma filled my nose. Getting a fill of the pheromones in her earthy scent, I teased the tip of my nose through her patch of trimmed pubic hairs and felt my penis momentarily spasm. Overcome by my desire for her, I tilted my head and licked back across her vagina. As I lapped at the slippery fluid that was building between her lips, Amber moaned loudly.

As soon as I moved back up to her clitoris, she reached down. Grasping me by the sides of my head, Amber pulled my face tighter against her. When I then placed my lips around it and began flicking it with my tongue, she let out a long, sustained moan. For the next few minutes, Amber just held my head in place, moaning almost continuously as I continued to eat her out. Finally, when I began gently sucking on her while flicking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, she started rocking her hips against me. Pulling my head up tighter between her legs and thrusting her hips against my face, she groaned, "Oh my god... you're so fucking good at this..."

When I moaned in response to her, her hips shuddered again and she loosened her grip on me. With the slightly tart taste of her wetness covering my tongue, I kissed once more up the front of her crotch before rising back up to my feet.

Now standing in front of Amber, her back against the wall and her feet spread to either side of my own, I was a little self-conscious about kissing with where my mouth had just been. But staring at me with a lustful look in her eyes, she put a hand behind my head and pulled me to her, saying, "I don't care... kiss me..."

Working one arm around and behind her back, I leaned into her and our lips met. As soon as they did, Amber thrusted her tongue against mine, licking at the inside of my mouth and moaning as she kissed me with a sense of urgency I'd never seen from her. While we made out, I put my free hand down between us. The kisses suddenly stopped and Amber pressed her face into my shoulder, playfully nibbling at me and moaning as my fingers began tickling between her legs. Everything down there was a slippery mess as her wetness had mixed with my saliva. I wiped my hand across her, collecting as much of it as I could before rubbing it all over the head of my penis. Peeking down and seeing what I was doing, Amber kissed me again. Licking her tongue across my lips, she gazed into my eyes and just slowly nodded her head.

Both of us were breathing heavily. With little beads of sweat on her brow and a rosy coloring in her cheeks, we stared into one another's eyes. I reached down for Amber's thigh. Grabbing it, I pulled her leg up and she wrapped it around my lower back. With that warm, soft thigh pulling me into her, I groaned as my stiffened penis slipped against her crotch. Pushing herself up against the wall, Amber lifted her hips to allow me to adjust myself. When I finally felt the head of my penis settle between her lips, I clutched her and pulled her back down.

The upward thrust of my hips was timed to coincide with her dropping down. As a result, my erection slipped forcefully but easily inside of her. As my stiff penis split between the smooth, tight walls of her vagina, we both moaned loudly. No sooner had that wet warmth that I so desperately craved fully engulfed me than I drew my hips back and thrust myself back up inside of her. Amber had her eyes squeezed shut and her head tilted back. When each thrust of my hips jostled her against the wall, she would get a little smile on her face and groan with pleasure.