Anne tries Airbnb
I had decided to stay in an Airbnb for a week while I helped a friend renovate his house. When I arrived at the Airbnb, Steve showed me around and pointed out all its features. The unit was very private, situated at the back of his residence.
I explained that I was renovating a house nearby and he suggested that I could use the outdoor shower as it was private and would stop the building dirt from getting into my apartment. I agreed it was good idea as he handed me the keys.
That night, I was tired, so I made a few phone calls and fell asleep.
The next day, I was knocking out walls at my friend's house. It was hot and dusty work. When I returned to the Airbnb, I saw the outdoor shower and just stripped off. The water felt amazing, and slowly, I washed off the builder's dirt. The shower was situated in the middle of a beautiful garden and no-one could see me. I was enjoying being nude outside, listening to sound of birds chirping and I got lost in the experience. After about five minutes, I just started to gently stroke my cock. I hadn't had sex in a week and was very horny. It felt great slowly stroking myself and I was getting very hard when all of a sudden I heard a noise in the garden. When I opened my eyes I saw a woman standing on the lawn, looking straight at me.
"You must be Shaun," she said, taking one last look at me. "I bought the tea bags. I will put them in your kitchen," she promptly walked toward the unit. I wrapped a towel around my waist and followed her. Her name was Anne and she was quiet good looking. She told me that she did yoga and kept herself fit. We had a short chat and she left. I did catch her looking at my towel several times. After she left I lay on the bed and stroked myself to orgasm thinking about her.
That night Steve and Anne's pillow talk continued. She masturbated as Steve told her stories about how lucky he was to have such beautiful wife with a beautiful pussy. How men would love to watch her and how they would want her to suck their cocks. He would elaborate with ideas of her on her knees unzipping a guy's jeans and taking his cock in her mouth. He knew she loved to suck and deep down he wanted to watch. She loved to fantasise about sucking strangers but never told Steve.
Over the next few days, the building was hard work and came home, had a shower outside, made dinner, had one beer and fell asleep.
One afternoon, when I came home Anne was again in the garden.
As I passed her, I said "hello," and she smiled.
"You can use the outdoor shower if you like. I've seen it all before," Anne chirped cheekily.
It was part of my routine and the thought of Anne watching me was an added bonus. I undressed and jumped into the shower in full view of Anne.
As I washed, I watched her in the garden. She would pull weeds and take them to the bin. The bin was close to the shower, and close to me. It seemed that she was only pulling a few weeds and doing lots of trips to the bin. As she put the weeds in the bin she took a moment to watch me in the shower.
I suppose I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I took my time in the shower and ensured that every part of me was thoroughly cleaned. At one stage, I caught Anne looking straight at me. She didn't turn away but she just smiled.
That night, she told Steve that she had watched me. Steve masturbated asking her questions about me and if she wanted to suck me. Anne got aroused and masturbated which made Steve think that she did want to suck me.
On Saturday morning, I slept in and awoke to a knock at the door. It was summer so I was naked on top of the bed. I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and answered the door.
"I was just seeing if you needed anything, Shaun?" inquired Anne.
"No, everything is great," I replied, stretching my arms and wiping my eyes.
"I was just about to make some tea. Would you like one?" I asked.
She nodded and followed me inside.
"It's a nice place you have here," I began.
I squeezed past her, putting my hands on her waist as I reached to put the kettle on.
We sat at the table. I was wearing the sheet like a sarong as we talked.
We chatted about the renovations while the kettle boiled. I noticed her looking at me. She was taking time to study my arms, stomach and the sheet.
The kettle boiled and as I reached up to get the tea bags my sheet got caught on the chair and fell off around me. Normally I would have grabbed the sheet but I let it fall and reached for the tea bags and finished making the tea. I was standing very close to Anne.
Anne looked at me in the way an artist looks at their model. She reached out with a finger and ran it down my leg. I slowly turned for her. Her hands explored my back and buttocks, and I turned to face her.
"Hmmm," she looked up at me.
I reached forward and put her hand on my thigh. My cock was already almost hard. Her hands felt firm and gentle as she ran over my pubic hair and then gently cupped my thick eight-inch penis in her hand.
She moaned as she slowly stroked me. She then moved her mouth over to my cock and slowly started kissing it. She took the head into her mouth and started to suck me. She had excellent technique and moved the head deeper into her mouth.
At that moment her phone rang. It was Steve.
