The doorbell rings, "I'm way too busy for this!", I say to myself. Last week's heat wave trashed the annuals I had just put in and time was running short to get ready for my party. I had just been putting in some more mature ones and upgrading the watering system. I'm covered with sweat and dirt, and now I've some salesperson at the door. If it was one of my friends, they would have come straight back to the backyard rather than bothering me. I turn down the stereo as I walk through the living room.
"Hello?"
"Uh, oops... I must have the wrong address!"
"Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for my friend, Beth, Beth Pierson."
"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell. Is she in the book? You're welcome to come in and try to look her up."
"Thanks." You step in as I hold the door open for you. You smell good, "freshly showered" I think to myself. You brush me lightly as you pass.
I pull out the phone book for you and step back into the backyard, turning the stereo up a bit as I pass. I leave the screen door open, expecting you to shortly poke your head out with a brief "Thank you" before you leave. The minutes pass however, and nothing happens. As I continue with my work, the sun hot on the back of my neck, I suddenly hear the stereo go off...
"What the...!" I turn, puzzled. Nothing to be seen in the darkened house. Putting down the trowel, I walk inside. The stereo is off, but nothing else is amiss. The front door is still open, but there's nothing to be seen on the street. I close the door, still confused. I walk down the hall to see if there is anything missing. The office is a mess, but that's normal. Suddenly I hear the bed in my room creaking and I stop short...
"Aren't you coming?" Your voice floats out to me. Straightening myself, determined to confront you I step into the room, and again stop short when I see your clothes scattered on the floor and you between my sheets! "Beth wasn't home."
"You look tired, shouldn't you take a little rest", you say as you raise the sheets suggestively. I approach slowly, automatically, as though against my will. You reach out to stroke my leg.
"Mmmmm, warm..." Your hand slides up my leg and into my shorts, cupping my balls held firmly in my briefs.
This awakens me, as if out of a trance. I reach down to grasp your wrist, pulling it from me firmly. "So, we're feeling playful, are we? Well, let's start this off right!" I pull off my shorts and briefs in one stroke, step forward, and taking your head in my hands I pull you to my crotch. It's warm and damp from the work I've been doing, you inhale deeply and then open your mouth to take me gently, cleansing me with your tongue. Slowly, softly, you lick and suck at my cock as it hardens from your ministrations. As you continue, I lean forward to take hold of the sheets and pull them from your body. Naked, fresh, you lie on your side on my bed, sucking me. My hand rests on your shoulder, glides down your side, over your hip and ass, strokes your thigh. Your leg lifts and I can smell your wetness. My hand creeps between your legs, causing you to moan softly around my cock.
Lightly, I stroke your clit, your lips... your hips rock slightly and my fingers dig a bit deeper, probing your moistness. Suddenly I feel a gush of wetness and your body stiffens, your breathing is rapid and shallow. How easily you came! You must have been very horny.