It was mid-day when they finally emerged from the bed. They had spent the night pleasing each other and sharing delicious hours of talk. Being naked together seemed very natural now and he walked to the bathroom without bothering to reach for his shorts. Amy followed him, quietly standing in the doorway. Jed had told her that she could share anything with him, any fantasy or desire. She was free to tell him anything and he would not judge her. Now she was going to test him. There was something she had always been curious about, something she wanted to do, and today, she was going to do it. She walked into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. He looked down at her and smiled.
He was holding his cock, about to pee, as she sat down. Now he smiled at her and found himself unable to get started. She was watching him with her big round eyes, waiting for the stream to start. As she waited, she reached out one finger and gently ran it up and down his stiff shaft, petting it with affection. And she waited. And waited. She looked up at him and he shrugged and explained that excitement often stopped the bodily urge. She wrapped her whole small hand around him, holding him completely, yet gently. He laughed and said she was making it worse. She blushed and said she had always wanted to hold a cock as a man pissed. She wanted to feel it, sense it.
Amy was thoroughly embarrassed to be telling him this. He reached under her chin with his finger and raised her face. He reminded her she could tell him anything, do anything, always with his approval. As his cock became used to her fingers touching him, he felt himself relaxing and thought he might finally be able to pee. Then she smiled, looking at him, and said there was something else she wanted to do. She leaned forward and wrapped her mouth like a C around his shaft and slid her soft lips up and down the shaft. He moaned aloud and felt the urge leave him as his cock hardened once again. She stopped her movements and just held his cock between her lips. He talked to her about baseball scores and the weather. Jed could feel himself once again relaxing and began to piss. She held her mouth around him, watching him urinate, fascinated by the feel as it passed through his dick. As he slowed his stream, she sat back and watched him shake off the last few drops.
It was a gorgeous fall day, one of the last of the season. Soon it would be winter. But today the windows were opened, the windchimes were playing outside. The huge double window right across from the bathroom was open and she could see the yard men working diligently to prepare the yard for winter.
Amy walked to the sink and pulled herself up onto the counter, next to the open window. She leaned back against the huge mirror and pulled her feet up on the surface. She let her legs fall open, exposing her pretty brown curlies to his vision. He stood in front of her, admiring her creamy pale thighs and her shiny curls. She invited him to move closer and offered him a tour, a private tour, of her sweet pussy. Her fingers slid into the curlies, playing with them and combing them, letting them wrap around her rose pink nails. He watched with fascination as she slid her finger up and down the length of herself, letting her finger delve deeper with each pass. He watched as she allowed the whole finger to sink into her pussy, and moved it around in her wetness. Her eyes closed as she slowly massaged her pinkness, and he could hear her finger moving in the moist deepness of her body. She brought out her finger, all slick and shiny with her juices, and held it out to him. He moved closer, opening his lips in anticipation of her delicious finger, as she smiled and moved that finger to her own mouth, and sucked it dry.
She slid her fingers back inside and looked into his eyes as she rubbed herself. He could hear her soft moans and the wetness of her pussy. His cock was hard again, just watching her. One of the yard guys had noticed the scene and had moved closer. She didn't see him, only her lover, standing before her, admiring her. She spoke quietly, pointing with her sticky fingers, telling him about her clit and her slit and her sweet pussy. He could smell her tantalizing scent of sex and vanilla. She was holding herself open for him, showing him her most intimate self. He leaned forward and placed his face between her legs, burying his mouth in her inviting pinkness. She cried out and rolled her head to one side, finally seeing the yard guys moving toward the window.
She smiled. She began instructing her lover in her soft voice, telling him to suck her, lick her, fuck her with his tongue. Her sweet man was happy to oblige, french-kissing her pussy with his talented tongue. The yard guys were standing just outside the window, separated from the action by only a screen. She could see their erections, hear them breathing hard. She grinned at them and moaned loudly as her lover circled her clit. The yard guys got braver. They unzipped their pants and pulled out their hard cocks. Four men, each with a lovely stiff cock. She was observing them while her lover continued his ministrations. One was long and thin. One was short, but so very thick. A third was nicely shaped with a distinct curve to the left. The last one was thick and long, wet with precome. The last man had not touched himself since he unzipped his pants. He just allowed his massive erection to throb, with no relief. Noticing this, his co-worker brazenly reached over and massaged the beautiful cock. He was not stopped.
