It was one of those unusual early spring mornings. The air is crisp but you know it will warm up in no time. The sun is already rising as you walk into the kitchen, pulling your robe tight around you like a security blanket after just getting out of bed. The coffee has just finished brewing as you reach for a cup from the cupboard. Relaxed from a sound night's sleep, you pour the coffee thinking about what this Saturday morning will bring as you stare through the window into the backyard. "What a lovely day," you say to yourself as you decide to go sit outside and enjoy the brightening day.
Grabbing a beach blanket next to the door as you walk out into the backyard, the birds chirping with the excitement of a new day. You see the lounge chair at the far end of the yard already positioned from the last time you used it. Walking over, you set the coffee cup down on the little old table that you bought at a garage sale last fall. You lay out the blanket on the lounge to cushion against the webbing as you lay back and relax.
The lounge was positioned perfectly. The sun starting at your feet and slowly creeping up your legs, you feel relaxed and enjoy the peaceful sounds of the morning. The combination of the sun and coffee warming you up on the inside, you close your eyes and drift off into a light sleep. The sun feels so good on your legs that you open your robe so the warmth will envelope your whole body. Your not concerned about privacy as you've had the fences heightened and holes covered a couple of years ago.
Laying out nude has now become your favorite ritual on the summer weekends ever since the last man you dated took you to the nudist resort. At first it was uncomfortable, but seeing how everyone was carefree and accepting, you relaxed.
The air mixed with the heat of the sun, was a new combination of sensations that your body has never experienced. By the end of the day, you came to enjoy the feeling of no clothing restrictions.
On the lounge, being in this relaxed state of feeling the morning sun wash over your body and thinking of the sensual feelings, your mind drifts. It's been at least a couple of weeks since your body has felt pleasure. That yearning coupled with the sun gives you goosebumps. You can feel your nipples harden. Instinctively, your hand caresses your breast, sliding up you find the stiff rubbery point. Your fingers lightly pinch it which sends a shiver through your body as you open your mouth and take in a deep breath. With one occupied, you mustn't forget the other. With your mind racing, your other hand finds its purpose. Now with both nipples getting the attention, you let out a low moan as your body starts to move. Your hands squeeze your breasts, flooding your body with desire. You bring your fingers up and lick them only to find their way back to give your nipples a little pinch and twist making you moan again.
By now your nipples aren't the only thing needing attention. One hand slowly strokes your body on it's way down to your pelvis, instinctively opening your legs just enough to allow your fingers to slide between your lips. Again, a little moan escapes your mouth as your fingers find wetness. With one hand working over your rock hard nipple and the other working the sweetness up to your clit, your mind is in another world. Your body unconsciously moving to the pleasure long awaited. Your eyes closed tight, your breathing increases as your body is craving more and more.
You hear a faint noise. A noise that doesn't fit with your thoughts or the background of the morning ambiance. As it takes a moment for your mind to process it through the fog of pleasure, you slightly open your eyes. All of a sudden, startled, you see a figure standing in the distance looking at you. Instant reaction, you let out a little scream and grab for your robe to cover your exposure. As the fog in your mind clears you recognize that standing in the distance as if a statue, was the gardener. "Oh shit!" you think to yourself totally forgetting that he comes on Saturday mornings. Starting to feel embarrassed, you give him that awkward smile as if to say, "sorry." He's still just standing there not moving, not saying a word. Then you notice something, the large bulge in the front of his pants. Instinctively, you smile at the recognition. At first your thoughts are of covering up and going inside as if nothing happened. But something, something you couldn't really explain took over. Whether it was lust from not having a mans' attention for sometime, the pleasure of having the sun's warmth on your body, the excitement of getting caught, or maybe all of the above, your awkward smile transforms into a devilish smile as you remember how sexy the gardener was and how you've caught yourself watching him from the window some time back.
With the gardener still standing there transfixed on you, you slowly open up your robe again revealing your body. With a slight finger gesture, you motion for him to come to you. Surprisingly, he starts walking toward you not saying a word but with a look of unsure apprehension. As he gets to about 8 feet from you, you hold up your hand for him to stop. As he complies, there is no doubt as to his excitement. The bulge in his pants is unmistakable. With one of your hands again returning to the still hard nipple, you again gesture with the other as your finger rises to your mouth as to be silent. He nods slightly in understanding.
As he stands there with his hands by his sides just watching as if in a trance, you begin again to pleasure your body but with a different purpose. Both of your hands now cup your breasts and squeeze, teasing and showing him. You stare into his eyes, you can see slight excitement and confusion of what he sees. That affirmation excites you even more. Not only are your nipples as hard as diamonds, you can feel your pussy leaking like a broken faucet. Pinching and pulling on your nipples elicit soft moans. Your arms feel slightly restricted as you noticed that they're are still in your robe. Wanting to be free, you take your hands away from your breast play as you remove your arms from the robe. Now laying there completely exposed, you feel a sense of power and control.
