Charlene held down her cotton skirt as the insistent wind threatened to expose her. In response to an email from her boyfriend Mark, she stood in his backyard wearing - quite literally - just a cotton dress. She was naked underneath and was beginning to have second thoughts. But his email had been quite specific.
'Wear my favourite dress, no underwear. Wait in the back yard'.
It was a miracle her creepy boss, Ronald Kemp of Kemp's Real Estate, wasn't standing behind her when the message came in.
Charlene sighed, irritated but curious. Her bare thighs brushed against each other as she wandered towards Mark's back gate. She strained to listen for the deep Harley Davidson motor over the thin stream of traffic noise coming from the chain of passing cars. Then she returned to the back door of his house and tried the handle again. It was definitely locked.
Charlene stood back and regarded the small house that she found for Mark a few months ago. He had swaggered into her workplace in search of a rental and, unintentionally, helped her keep her job. Her pudding-waisted boss had been making advances since she started.
"Shoulders tight again?" - Mr Kemp's favourite line. He gave a low chuckle every time he massaged Charlene's shoulders and stroked the back of her neck with his thumb. He did it every single day of her working week. Before Mark (a perfect stranger) walked in; Charlene had decided to quit.
At morning tea time on the seventh week of her employment, Creepy Kemp had his usual possessive hand squeezing her cringing shoulder. She tried to keep a straight face as shivers of disgust rode the length of her spine. For distraction, Charlene was watching a shiny, black and brown Harley Davidson cruise into the car park outside. The rider climbed down, removed his helmet in a leisurely way and then shook his hair out till it settled around his face in shiny, black layers. Charlene was staring directly at him when he headed towards the glass door of Kemp's Real Estate and pushed it open.
The motorcycle rider's leathers creaked as he sauntered up to the desk and regarded Mr Kemp and Charlene with magnetic blue eyes. Charlene blushed hotly at being seen in the hands of Mr Kemp as though they had a special relationship.
"Good morning," said Charlene. "How can I help you?" The man winked at her, then offered his hand, past her shoulder, to Mr Kemp.
"Hi, I'm Mark Crisp," he said with eyes flickering over the badge above Charlene's left breast. He shook the boss's hand. "I'm Charlene's boyfriend." He gave Mr Kemp a level stare. "She really hates when you do that."
"I'm not-... What do you-? How dare you!" said Mr Kemp huffing and puffing. Charlene watched with interest, the ridiculous sight of her boss's wobbling double chin and indignant noises as he attempted to defend his actions. "I shall leave you with Charlene," he said and retreated to his office and shut the door.
"Thank you," Charlene whispered. Mark gave her a lush smile exposing a good set of white teeth. She wondered what he would be like to kiss.
"No problems," he responded. "Hey; I just need something small and simple to rent because I travel with work." He checked out her cleavage this time. Charlene wished she could fan her face.
"We have a place that backs onto an old lot," she said clearing her throat. "It has a lockable shed; perfect for your bike." He gave her a warm smile.
"I think you might be my favourite person," he said. "I'm Mark. Can I take you out to the movies some time?"
Mark had told Charlene he'd give her a key to his place when they'd been dating a while longer; but it had been four months, and still no key. Still, Charlene thought, we must be getting close if I follow without question the request to stand partially naked in his backyard.
Charlene heard the roar and burble of the heavy engine as it slowed and took the turn across the old parking lot, then headed for the gate. She crossed her arms and stepped out of the way with a smile. Mark cut the engine, kicked down the stand and slid off the bike.
"Hey sexy!" he called as he pulled off his helmet. His hair settled round his face and his eyes shone as his irresistible grin stretched his lips. Friends said they looked like opposites; Mark's pale skin and coal-black hair complementing Charlene's golden, shoulder-length hair, and tanned, willowy legs.
"Hi Babe," she said. Her pulse thudded at the sight of his stocky five-foot-nine frame; wide, leather clad shoulders and tiny waist in black denim jeans. Being apart had freshened-up her already strong attraction to him. Mark held out his arms and gave her a wicked wink.
"You get my message?" he asked. Charlene nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Uh huh," she said. Charlene was pulled up onto her toes as Mark cupped her buttocks. He found her mouth with his and gave her a deep, firm kiss before he set her down. He fondled her bare ass beneath her knee-length skirt.
"Good girl," he said.
"Mark, someone will see us!" protested Charlene. Mark chuckled, reached for the dress strap over her shoulder and then pulled it down her arm. He leaned in and kissed the bare skin. Charlene tried to pull it back up.
"No!" said Mark. He pushed her hand away. Charlene let her hands drop to her sides as goose flesh rippled over her skin.
Mark kissed the curve of Charlene's neck. She did not resist. Then he pulled the fabric off her shoulders completely until her heavy breasts sat out in the open like soft fruit. Mark then began smoothing circles around both nipples with his thumbs. Charlene's nipples hardened and set off bands of arousal through her body. Her pelvis throbbed as her pussy tightened and squeezed fresh cum onto her thighs.
"Mark," she said softly. "Let's go inside."
"How much did you miss me?" Mark teased, tonguing her earlobe then attacking her mouth. Charlene felt his tongue search her mouth and accepted his offering, sucking on the textured probe and clutching his waist for balance. When Mark drew back, her lips were wet. She took a deep breath.
"How did the trip go?" she asked.
"Sold ten new Cross-Trainers," he said nibbling on her ear. His hands fell from her ripe nipples and cupped her butt cheeks under her dress, pulling her pubic bone against his straining erection. He began to grind his cock against her while his hands massaged her bare ass.
"Congratulations," she murmured feeling delicious and slippery between her naked thighs.
Mark released one buttock and found her clit with the pad of his thumb. She moaned as he brushed back and forth against it till it stood up like a tiny, fleshy nipple.
"Are we really going to do it out here?" Charlene asked with quickened breaths. She watched Mark unbuckle his thick, black belt.
"Undo my jeans," Mark instructed as he kept up his steady rhythm with her bum and her clit. Charlene moved her hands down, unbuttoned and then unzipped him. She slid her hand down the front of his silky black boxers and gripped his hard, humid shaft.
"Ahh," breathed Mark, as Charlene pulled it free of his clothes. "That's better."
Mark pulled Charlene till she was sandwiched between a hard, thrusting cock and his possessive hands. Charlene widened her stance and bit her lip. She willed him to push it up inside her to release her from the building internal tension. She was so aroused now, she could imagine them doing it right here in the open with her dress yanked up and Mark's jeans round his knees.
Mark released Charlene, grinned and lifted her skirt revealing her smooth pussy. Mark directed his cock between Charlene's legs then took her hips and rocked back and forth. Her thick juice soon coated his shaft.
"Missed me too huh?" he teased.
Charlene gripped Mark's tight biceps as his cock dragged back and forth along the flesh around her opening. She gasped as, without breaking his rhythm, Mark dipped his head and licked a wet line across one nipple. Then he lathered it with his firm tongue and sucked it inside his mouth.
