Mmmm, Rhyley thought, it's such a hot day! And here I figured we would have pouring rain today!
Rhyley wasn't disappointed that it wasn't raining but she did hate the heat. She had only lived in Southampton for over a year and she loved it. The UK, as she always called it, seemed to suit her just fine after spending twenty dull years surrounded by the dullness of midwest American living.
Her quick stint in Australia had made her day. All the down home, nature boys got her blood flowing. Even though not many liked Americans, she found quite a few who were in love with her lightly twanged southern Illinois accent. Many evenings she spent in the bush, avoiding bull ants and mambas, secluded with a sweet Aussie man. Sometimes she went hunting for an aboriginal man. Rhyley was convinced that they were kindred spirits, loving nature, loving the animals, the air. That trip made her fall in love with the beautiful, if not dangerously exciting land.
Rhyley sat down in her moon chair and gazed at the early morning sun. The fog made her think of the fires she had witnessed the spring earlier in the outback. She felt corny when she said outback, but most didn't know what she was talking about when she said "the bush".
She had even picked up a slight accent in her travels and she loved to tease her family when she called them by tossing out her best cockney. Her mother was never amused, but she digressed.
At times she wished that she had good reason tto return to Australia. And at those times, she thought of Russell. He was an infatuation, but not an obession. She fantasised about many men, some of whom she knew, but none seemed to be quite what she was looking for. Until Russell.
She had seen him in a little known film back in 1991 and she was taken with him since. He wasn't perfect and obviously had flaws on film and in person, or so she had heard, but that was what she liked the most. She hated Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt. Too pretty. She really hated Freddie Prinze, Jr. She refused to get started on him, but Russell was about what she was looking for.
She loved darker hair than her own tangled wavy dishwater blonde. She loved dark men, cherishing the contrast of her own pale complexion. Russell has startling eyes and a beautiful mouth. She often thought about kissing him over each eye and softly brushing her lips over his only to trail down his lightly furred chest to lap at his navel.
Mmmmm, I have to stop thinking about him. But the fantasies, just keep coming.
Thoughts of taming him with her body was almost too much for her stand as she thrust her hands into her sopping pussy. She didn't care that she was in full view of boulevard, she just wanted relief.
"Oh, Russ, I want you so badly, I can taste your skin as I bury my head in your lap. What I could do if you were here." She closed her eyes and quietly dreamed of his lovely face....
"Rhyley," she heard faintly in her ear. "Rhyley, you have to get up."
"No I don't." She was too caught up in her langour to move.
"I am telling you to get up, woman." She wanted to open her eyes, but they were so, so heavy.
"Mmm, you smell so good, Rusty." She knew that he hated being called Rusty, but she did it as small revenge for waking her. "Like cinnamon and musk. If I sprinkled some sugar on you, could I eat you with toast?" He stood up and gave her a lop sided grin.
"I like bagels. C'mon, I want to get started."
"On what?" She looked at him as though he were in a haze.
"My surprise. I have thought about you for days and you are not going to give me the run around. Get on it, we haven't all day." He was so dramatic as he waved his hands about as though he were a circus magician. The thought of him in a top hat and tails made her giggle. When he raised a brow in her direction, she waved him off and covered her mouth.
"I want you to be totally comfortable, so please, sit on the bed and pay close attention." She didn't have time to dress fancy, but she threw together a sweet little outfit that would make the most chaste of priests gawk.
She quickly swept her wavy hair into plaits and pinned them into place. She stepped into a tiny plaid blue tartan skirt and made sure the large gold pin was visible. She donned a middie blouse that was cut modestly and dropped a matching tartan silk tie around her neck. She loved the look of thigh high stockings and took advantage of her shapely legs as she pulled them on so slowly. She had to smile at her own reflection as she remembered the tiny green bows at the top.
The best part about her dress was the shoes. She loved her lug sole Mary Janes and thought that they gave her a funky edge. Innocent with a touch of tart. She found her special item and hid it in her stocking top and prepared to wow this fantastic man with a striptease. If he was lucky, she might even throw in a lap dance.
As she emerged from the bathroom, Russell's jaw dropped. She looked so beautiful to him that it was a shame to even blink. She strolled slowly into the room and stood innocently as she asked him if he woud like to see her kitty. He melted as she turned her back to him and bent slightly forward. Her tiny skirt raised just enough for him to see her bubble ass and a tad of her lightly furred pussy.
"I have looked everywhere and I just can't find her." Russell grabbed his cock and rubbed, hoping to ease the intense swelling she had caused.
"I am so hot right now. I could use a little air," she said as she tugged the tie farther down her abundant cleavage. "Mmmm, that's a little better, don't you think?" He nodded at her as she swayed her hips to her mind's own beat, torturing him with her voluputous movements. She squatted directly in front of him and stood very carefully, letting her ass be seen just a bit as she pretended to flex her leg muscles.
Rhyley decided to move a bit faster, wanting him to break before she did. She unbuttoned her blouse most of the way until there was only one button holding on for dear life as her enormous breasts threatened to break free. She licked her finger and thrust it into her breast canyon and said, "That makes me feel so good. But I am still so hot." She untied the knot at her belly and let her shirt hang on her shoulders. When she got close to him again, she dropped it on his lap in a feigned effort to help him hide his growing prick.
m "Oh my, what is that? Mmm, oh it looks so painful. Does it hurt, baby?" Her evil smile inflamed him more, the desire to throw her to the bed and ravage her body barely held in check. Any more of this, he thought, and I'm going to come. Rhyley wanted to take out the big guns, so when she started to ease the pin out of her skirt, she took the lollipop she hid there and dramatically placed it to her lips. She dramatically brushed it against her mouth, he tongue curling over the top only to swoop over it like a cherry dick. She stood sweetly in front of him with her bra and skirt, the lolli haging just off her lips as she blew him a school girl's kiss.
"Oh, Rhyley, you have to stop. I can't take it." He unbuttoned his jeans and let his aching pecker breathe, the throbbing head signalling the oncoming climax.
"Am I too much for you? I thought you were so ready for this. I mean, you don't have all day, right?" Her sweetest voice made it more difficult for him to concentrate on something other than giving her a good lay. Her body was too much, she movements were too much.
Rhyley saw that he wasn't in control of himself any longer and decided to have mercy. She put the sucker in his mouth while she straddled his thigh, rubbing her intoxicating scent into his faded jeans. She moaned with pleasure when he dropped the sucker and lapped at her tiny nipples. His sticky mouth made it a bit diffcult for him, but he continued, working his way down her lovely tummy.
Sometimes he thought of how much she looked like one of Coop's pinup girls, with her enormous breasts, thick hips and thighs, with a slap of babyfat under her navel. Her body was what warriors dreamt of when they were alone. And here he was, worshipping her like she deserved to be. A woman, in every form and function, her temple made him weak.
