The sun's warmth while laying out has been making me so horny lately I have had wild fantasies.
Last Sunday, I guess things got to the zenith. I had been lying nude, amply supplied with wine coolers, and causally masturbating. I keep thinking about Kent and his progression of simply watching me from Mike's window to being a sex partner.
Kent's cock was adequate. And available, but I dreamed of more.
I imagined Kent telling his friends about watching me. Allowing them to know I enjoyed young men. What would I do if he showed up with two or three in tow?
I flicked my clitoris feverously while thinking of the young men standing over me, ready to deposit their sperm on my breasts. And then nastily massaging the cum into my tits.
I must have cum half a dozen times using those thoughts.
Sunday took me to the brink.
"Hey, buddy, what's going on?" I asked Kent when I called.
"Nothing much. Is my lovely lady lonesome? I could come over if you want." Kent told me.
"I'd like that. I want to ask your opinion on some things. I'll be waiting on the deck." I knew that image would bring him quick.
I fixed another wine cooler and brought a couple of beers in a bucket of ice for Kent.
I was so anxious about his arrival that I couldn't stand it. FINALLY, he walked out on the deck.
Smiling at him, I said for him to show me his cock. He stripped down and sat in a chair, and I got on my knees to lick his dick.
I worked on him until I knew he was ready. I laid back on my cushions and opened my legs.
"Baby, I need your cock so much. I want you to screw me, silly. Give it to me!"
Kent positioned himself between my legs and slipped his penis in with a single stroke. I was so wet! "I missed your cock, and maybe you need to move in with me." I teased.
My suggestion seemed to stir him on, and soon his trust was coming rapidly. Kent's eyes were on my bouncing boobs. I could have held them, but I wanted him to watch them. I was coming and ready to receive his cum. As I climaxed, I grabbed his hips and held him tightly in me.
I laid back on the cushions and savored my orgasm. The spasms went through my body for what seemed longer than usual.
Kent had pulled out and sat in a chair; his penis was still erect. I sat on the deck floor and sipped my wine cooler, and I was close enough to reach out and stroke his organ.
As I scraped my fingernails up and down his cock, I was ready to ask him my questions.
"Baby, I know you have let it slip about our relationship." I opened my speech, and Kent started to deny the fact, but I cut him off. Honey, I KNOW because a few of them have made comments that got back to me. Let's clear up that point right now."
I could see his facial expression change. BINGO! I was lying out my ass, but his face showed I was right.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. Running my tongue around the head, I had him ready to go again.
"Now my question. What would those guys do to see me themselves? Seeing me tanning like you used to watch me from Mike's window?"