This story is a fantasy about Eva Mendes .
Eva Mendes was bored at home. She had nothing to do. She neither had any shooting nor had any other appointments. Also all her family members were out. Only the servants were at home and they were busy with their works. She had no one to talk. Finally, she decided to go to her pool.
She slipped into her swim suit and jumped into the pool. All alone, she swum and swum until she was very tired. At last she decided to leave the water. She was lying in her back yard, letting the sun's rays bake her. Her normally quick mind felt sluggish in the heat, and she finally decided .
She sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun as an almost physical presence. Eva ran her hands down her body, flicking the sweat away in large droplets, testing to see if she were sufficiently greased with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some more, and rolled over to get the bottle, pouring some in her hand and beginning to massage it into her body in quick strokes.
She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't dared to wear to the public - a mere two scraps of cloth around her generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their bounty. She uses it when she travels to any foreign country. She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed breasts and shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her firm-fleshed thighs.
The touch of her own hand made her sigh again, luxuriously, and she wished she could strip off the two tiny pieces of cloth and offer herself nude to the sun, like some pagan goddess. She laughed at the thought, wondering what if her servants and neighbors find her in that position in her backyard.
"Of course, it is very private," she mused, playing with the thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous. "Still, I could lower my straps." So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck and removed the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts swelling upward, only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations her lazy hand evoked.
She squinted around the yard. It was as if she were completely alone in the world - the heat shimmered in the air, and no sound broke the stillness of the afternoon. She smiled to herself as her hand continued its journey over her body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging it deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her mind of all but the sensations of her body.
Her hand moved with a will of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching her hips briefly in passing. One finger slipped under the tiny bit of cloth circling her hips and teasingly touched her pubic hair.
Eva gasped at the contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her hand freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could please herself as any guy can. She tried to stop thinking about getting fucked, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong. Her finger slipped inside her bikini and dug at her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting the finger slide into her moist canal.
Oblivious to anything but her own recollections of lust and present need, she fingered herself brutally, hoping to give herself the release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into her cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Eva closed her eyes against the sun, feeling it press against her.
It was almost like being fucked by the sun, she thought in a daze, as her body responded to her finger and her hips began to buck up and down in the movements of intercourse. She masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body quaking with remembered lust.
She could feel her orgasm coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger into her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her clitoris. As she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt poured forth a quantity of pussy juices, drenching her fucking and. "Oh ... fuck ... fuck me, ...oh ... God! Fuck meee ...", she strummed her clitoris with her finger.
Waves of heat engulfed her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing the walls, scraping her insides and making her shudder with orgasm. She bucked against her hand, imagining it to be her lover's prick, wishing with all her heart that it was. She needed a man inside her - a real man. She groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm subside and dissipate leaving her strangely empty inside. She had cum - the physical motions had all been there - but something was missing.
I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back yard, her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt. She was exhausted, drained. With a great effort, she opened her eyes and squinted around, wondering dazedly what time it was. Her eyes passed over the men standing in front of her, then returned.
She stared at them a minute in complete horror, a cold snake of fear hitting her vitals at the discovery. She wondered feverishly who they were. But she was unable to do so as a result of being under the hot sun for a long time and also for the great feeling she just experienced. She even lost her power to act quickly.
Slowly, the men formed a circle around Eva. Still shocked, she saw her audience gathered around. Some had removed their shirts. They were her servants. One, the gardener, was about 40 years old. The two security guards were about 30 and 21. One was her neighbor with the stereotypical macho look-very muscular and tanned. The last man was her cook, black and about 6'.