Jens said he was going to be tied up all day with putting together the details for his next project and showing it to his colleagues. He looked so handsome in his perfectly tailored Armani suit as he left. I wasn't expecting him back home until late, so I decided to get some gardening done in the much neglected back yard while he was gone.
Normally, I would have worked in the yard in shorts and a t-shirt, but for some reason that day I thought it might be cooler if I wore a sundress. I have this really pretty light blue sundress with thin straps at the shoulders, a tight bodice and flowing skirt. I can't wear a bra with the thin straps of the sundress, but thankfully the bodice is tight enough to support my very full breasts.
I'm wearing a pair of satin panties that clashes wildly with the dress, because once again, I have been avoiding doing the laundry. My dress is light blue and my underwear is fuchsia pink and royal blue. It definitely doesn't match and frankly, I don't care even if Jens would find a way to give me a hard time about it!
The flower garden is a mess of weeds that take me most of the morning to clear. Even under the broad brim of my straw hat, I can feel the sun warm on my shoulders, and though I've taken the time to carefully protect my fair skin with sunscreen against a nasty sunburn, I can feel them getting a little hot. I'm also becoming really thirsty so I head into the house to make some lemonade.
After washing my hands at the sink in the kitchen, I'm reaching for a pitcher on the top shelf of the cupboard when I suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, pull me hard against his body, and a low and seductive voice whispers in my ear, "Hey lady! Where's your husband? Are you all alone today?"
I immediately recognize the voice of Jens and it makes me break out into a happy grin. I start to turn around to kiss him, but he holds me still, and won't let me turn around as he says huskily, "You want to have a little fun?"
Just the tone of his voice is turning me on. Hearing that soft murmur against my ear sends a delicious shiver all through me. Boy, do I want to have some fun! The possibilities are racing around and around through my mind. What to do?
I grab his large, strong hands as they are holding me firmly at the waist. I slowly start rubbing my hands up his suit clad arms. At the same time, I also begin rubbing my ass against the growing erection I can feel all the way through two layers of fabric.
I have always wanted to seduce Jens when he is all dressed up in his "don't fuck with me" business man's suit. Buttoned-down, cool, and collected, I want nothing more than for him to go from power mogul to getting all mussed up by fucking me. But what I want most is for him to lose all control and take me right there in the kitchen.
I take hold of his hands in mine and raise them so that they cup my breasts through the thin cotton material of my sundress. This makes me moan at the sweet contact of his hands molded to my softness. With his hands still under mine, I squeeze his fingers, trying to get him to really feel me.
He takes the hint and begins to gently massage my breasts, rolling them around in his big hands. Finally feeling the nipples harden into little nubs as he rubs his fingertips across them, I can tell he wants to feel them bare against the palms of his hand. He begins unbuttoning the front of my dress to free my breasts to his touch. He reaches inside my dress, and ummmm....I can't help the sigh I make at the sweet skin on skin contact. His slightly rough fingers are caressing my creamy white and incredibly soft breasts. I lean my head back against his chest as his 6'3" frame towers over my 5'1" petiteness. I love the way Jens and I fit together. I arch my back and thrust my chest out in order to fill his hands with my sensitive tits.
Before long though, I feel the need to touch him too. Before Jens has a chance to say anything, I turn around in his arms to face him. My breasts are now falling out of the top of my dress and I press them hard against the starchy stiffness of his shirt covered abdomen. He is so much taller than I am! The feel of his shirt against my distended and aroused nipples is such a turn on to me. He reaches down and pulls the straps from my shoulders, and my dress falls down around my waist in soft folds of fabric.
I want to kiss him so badly right now. I reach up and cup his face in my hands and pull him slowly to my mouth. I love kissing Jens and could just stay there exploring his mouth forever with my lips and tongue, but his hands are busy squeezing my ass and pulling me tight against him. Oh, what he does to me! I can't breath now, so I break the kiss, however reluctantly.
