With sun shining through the trees, dappling the trail, it was an amazing afternoon for a run. It was fairly warm, but the breeze against my bare skin offered a little relief. I had to pee, and I'd gotten back to their house, but there was no way I was going to make it inside to a bathroom...so I pulled it out, behind the garage.
When I leaned back, my head fell back in relief, as the stream hissed, hitting the ground. It seemed to last forever, forming a puddle at my feet.
I was unaware that I had a sexy voyeur, but I guess Tara had come around the corner with a trowel, in hand. When I caught her, she was drawing in a deep breath and mesmerized, yearning to hold it in her hand...yearning to feel that powerful stream shoot from the tip...yearning to feel that golden warmth flow over her skin.
Ever since our first encounter, it took her breath away, but at that moment she could almost feel it stretching and molding her insides. She lusted to have it pumping deep...and teasing her cervix. She wanted to bring it that ultimate pleasure...she wanted it to explode, with a thick, hot...creamy...load.
With Tara, it wasn't just lust; it was a need...a hunger she couldn't resist. She came up behind me and reached around to hold it. The flow had slowed to a trickle, and I was about to shake, when I felt her put both hands over my hand, "You know I love to help you pee."
I had no problem there...she could help me take a piss anytime, but I remember it startled me a little when she jumped around to face me.
She looked into my eyes, "Here, let me get that for you," and leaned down to finish the job, draining me of the last drops.
Feeling the breeze flow over my cock, and now Tara's lips, had me growing, thicker...longer...and harder. Gently stroking the shaft, it was heavy and throbbing in her hand. Despite all our history together, she was still enthralled by its growth...and heft. She looked up with a big grin, licking her lips, "I can take care of that swelling, too."
She tightened her grip and increased the pace of her strokes. It responded with drops of precum, which she anxiously licked from the tip, only fueling her lust for more.
She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and worked them down over the shaft. Working her mouth up and down over my cock, she had me moaning, "Oh fuck...fuck...fuck Tara! Suck me...suck it...suck that dick...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...oh fuckkkkkkk!"
Urging me to pump my hips with both hands, my baby girl wanted me to fuck her mouth. I responded with a pleasured grunt and grabbed the back of her head, thrusting forward. Her lips caressed the thick shaft and her throat taunted head.
I went easy at first, gradually ramping up to full-on face-fucking. My fingers dug into her thick hair, and I pumped deep, right up to the gag reflex. Tara loved to satisfy her man's cock, and treasured the thick pleasure, stretching her lips. I felt pleasured moans travel through my hard flesh; they got more and more intense...and even her eyes rolled back.
Drunk with desire, I pumped my hips in a steady, satisfying rhythm, groaning and grunting with each thrust. It seemed like it was a long time in coming, but she was enjoying precum and I knew I was getting closer.
I could feel it in my balls, when the release started building. The orgasm was intense, and I exploded, covering her tongue with a thick, satisfying reward. From the run and now an orgasm, I was completely spent. I pulled the sated cock from her mouth, and she looked up, licking her lips and swallowing.
"Now that I got your attention, and your feeling satisfied," she got a big sexy grin, "Sweetie, will you sit for me, again? I want to do some more sketches."
I pulled up my shorts, laughing, "Well, taking a guy's load is definitely going to get his attention, but you know I'll always sit for you...sweetie, you know that."
She giggled, "I want to draw more of you, and not just the special features...you know?"
I teased, "You mean you want me naked?"
She grinned, "I always want you naked, but yes, I wanna do nudes."
I laughed, "I know your type...you just wanna get a guy naked and take advantage of him."
"Oh stop, I'm being serious."
I finally gave in and stopped teasing, "Yeah, that's no problem...I'd like that. Let me know when, and uhhhh...I'll get naked."
"Your nude may get a spot over the mantle. Maybe my sister won't have to use the bathroom so often. I swear she uses the penis sketches, hanging in there, for spank bank fantasies." She giggled, "She still claims you're the top contender for her first affair...and maybe even her second husband."
"I think she's gonna need to get past you, Tina, and Bryan, for that to happen! I feel like I'm taken, already."
She grinned, "You're damn right you're taken! Let's go inside and look at our calendars." We found some time on Friday, of the next week...
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When I got there, she had a beer waiting next to the stool, where she wanted me sitting; she even had a robe for me...which was laughable, but she wanted me to feel like a real model. I passed on the robe and just dropped my clothes on the couch.
She wanted to see my eyes, so I tried to focus on her face. She has beautiful blue eyes, but it was hard to keep my gaze from wandering lower; her D cups were barely contained in the skimpy little bra and tank top. Let's just say it was a tight, revealing, and her belly button was showing.
Just sitting there is hard, when your only option is to stare at a hot, artist that was all eye-candy...you know? Anyway, my eyes eventually wandered lower...the curve of her hips was prominent in the jeans she had on. Tight and rounded, her ass was perfect for her frame; it was smokin' hot in shorts...jeans...panties...or nothing at all.
She took quite a few photos that she could work from later; I razzed her about the cock shots, but that was a given, of course.
She was working away with her pencil, looking back and forth, till she saw my eyes wandering. I know she saw the fiery...and growing passion...yeah, things were starting to grow (I don't know how models do it). Tara tried to maintain her composure and went back to focus on the sketch pad.
I think she started talking to slow things down, but it didn't really go in the right direction, "My sister and her husband are coming over for drinks tomorrow night; she'll have to check everything out." She giggled and reminded, "Like I said, she's still holding out for you...I think she's a little jealous...or maybe...envious would be more accurate. She's all talk, but she has mentioned guys love to do it with sisters."
