This is the sequel to "Nadine and Tom, at last"
Reminder:
In their youth, Nadine and Tom met in London but never came round to live their passion together. Twenty years later, thanks to social networks, they meet again, sharing their fantasies about each other online. Then Tom manages to meet up with her at her place, on the occasion of a work obligation in her area. While her husband is away, Nadine offers Tom the most exquisite and sensual lovemaking he's ever been through.
Chapter 1 : the diner
During his meeting for work, Tom had a lot of problems concentrating on the discussions. There was a lot of money at stake and he could not afford to fail. On the other side of the city, Nadine too was unable to do any better. But unlike Tom, she was on her own and could take care of her insatiable libido for her lover: the kids were away till the end of the afternoon, her husband was at work for the whole week, the summer sun was shining above her garden and she could lay at leisure on her hammock, sunbathing in her swimsuit, dreaming about the magnificent cock that made her cum so hard that morning and fingering herself from one orgasm to another. She nearly lost track of time and went to take a quick shower before rushing to get her children back from their friends β she did not want to scent of her intense arousal to be detected by anyone.
As soon as his meeting ended β and he made his best to shorten it β Tom drove across town back to Nadine's family house. It was already the end of the afternoon and Nadine was playing with her children in the garden. He stayed at a distance for a while, observing his lover, the one he did not have twenty years before, the one that he had that morning, the one that initiated him to anal pleasures. She was in her swimsuit, firing a water gun at her two boys who attacked her with their own. Tom could not take his eyes off that slim tanned body, glistening from the water shot at her and he felt a bulge form in his pants. No, not now β I can't appear with a hard on in front of her family, thought Tom.
He tried to take his mind off that track and regained composure before he made his presence known to all. He was welcome by cheers from all three who ran to him and drenched him in seconds, screaming and laughing. Tom could not find any cover and had to surrender, for the greatest pleasure of Nadine who grinned at him knowingly. She loved the sight of him surrendering, drenched, his white wet shirt sticking to his large shoulders and torso, his crotch all wet too (and she was proudly responsible for that treacherous attack).
It was already time for dinner. Nadine grabbed a light cotton pareo that matched her swimsuit and went to prepare their meal. The kids had their shower and put their pyjamas on for they were going to bed straight after dinner. Tom went to his room, undressed from his drenched clothes, took a quick refreshing shower, and put on some more casual clothing for the evening: t-shirt and shorts. He then joined everyone on the terrace where the meal was to take place.
Nadine had prepared a salad β "I wouldn't want any of us having a heavy stomach tonight" she explained, winking at Tom. All she had on her mind was what she'd do to and with Tom once the kids were in bed. In her plans, there was a special desert, her favourite, especially now that she had tasted him: a lot of sperm down her throat! The thought made her squirm on her chair. She stood up and served some wine to Tom and discreetly shoved something in his shorts' pocket, after giving him a little squeeze on the thigh.
While continuing the conversation, Tom placed his hand in his pocket and padded what had been placed there: it was some kind of fabric and it was drenched. Minutes later, he took advantage of the children listening to their mother to pull it out of his pocket and have a discreet closer look: it was Nadine's swimsuit thong, it was drenched and even from underneath the table where he kept it unnoticeable by the kids, he could smell the sweet scent of his aroused lover. Oh my, what a tease you are, Tom thought. He looked up at Nadine, she noticed his gaze and smiled back at him, a wide mischievous grin. When she stood up to clear the table, Tom could not take his eyes off: the pareo was attached around her chest and went down to a third of her thigh β there was no hint of her not wearing her panties β oh yes, here it is, thought Tom as Nadine bent over the table while next to him, letting her pareo rise and expose her naked bottom.
Tom, trying to regain composure, stood up and offered to help. He kept a few feet away from her to take a full view of her lovely body, and Nadine knowing he was staring at her back, made her best to undulate her body sensually as she walked to the kitchen. Then Tom noticed another detail that had escaped his attention for the whole diner: there were no swimsuit shoulder straps on her shoulders β and a closer look seemed to confirm that she was not wearing it anymore either. Tom could barely refrain a moan of lust as he worked out his lover was completely naked under that thin piece of cotton rolled around her bust. As she felt him approach, she warned him: "Don't, the kids are not in bed yet!". Argh, that was hard for Tom, but he had to be patient.
Chapter 2 : the old oak tree
At last Nadine took the kids to bed and kissed them goodnight. When she got back to the terrace, she planted a firm kiss on Tom's lips then announced: "I hate to make you wait and suffer, but I can't afford to scream or even before the kids are fast asleep β let's take a walk down the garden, if you don't mind". Without waiting for an answer, she took his hand and walked him towards the garden. There was a gate in the fence that led to a field. Small talking, Nadine opened it and led the way, innocently wrapping her arm round Tom's hips. He was large built, his body radiated heat, his skin smelled of citrus, her body was aching for his touch and she was quickly rewarded as Tom extended his arm round her hips, placing his large warm hand on her bottom.
All of a sudden, as it often happens in western France at that time of year, the sky started to roar its anger and large drops of water fell from big grey clouds that were forming with nightfall. Both ran for the nearest cover: a huge oak tree that proudly stood in the middle of the field. IT probably was not the safest solution, but who said lovers could behave rationally? By the time they were under the cover of the large tree, they were both soaked and dripping, looking very messy too.