I've always adored old quilts airing on clotheslines in the spring of the year and my great Aunt Selina was a proponent of airing her quilts by spreading them on the grass to freshen them up. That is why memories of her came to me just now. Quilts have a special scent when they are placed in the sunshine...and James had placed several in the yard for this afternoon. Not so much for my visual delight, but for my sensual delight...one draped with care over two bales of straw and two upon the green grass on either side of the bales. He did not know this, but the sight of those quilts relaxed me in their familiarity and in the connection that I feel with the maker's hands when I look upon their beauty and the comfort they afford. The fresh scent of the quilts and the sight of their artfully placed pieces dimpled with countless stitches reflects their soul purposes for their creation...comfort, beauty, and love. I read too much into everything around me and my reaction to the quilts is proof of that, but I find pleasure in everything around me.
This afternoon was the first of many "firsts" for me. It took some coaxing and your patient smiles paid off, but I reluctantly stepped out onto the deck into the sun without a stitch of clothing on. It even took a while to get me out of the bedroom into the kitchen, but now, here I was feeling the warmth of the sun pouring over me and I had not felt this surely since I was a child. The smiles on James and Carl's faces were all I needed. I had not experienced one second of undue pressure to step outside and like a new-born calf, I was allowed to gradually survey the surroundings and venture further from the deck into the yard and looking back at both of you, receiving assurance that no one was going to be able to see us and no one was coming up from the road to intrude.
I gradually made my way further into the surrounding yard and was relaxing more with every moment. After a quick walk around the grounds, I was ready to settle in for the much promised "cloud show" that James had promised. So I walked over to the quilts where James and Carl were reclining and motioned for them to move apart to make way for me and I laid down between them, truly trusting that I was about to be given the most incredible time to relax and adjust to their closeness and their obvious sexual intentions.
No sooner had I laid down than both brothers began caressing my torso and arms, nothing overtly sexual, just hands applying light pressure upon my skin. It was obvious that their touch was meant for my total relaxation and I was accepting of that luxury. I wanted to relax...need to in order to please them as well...so I directed my eyes to the blue sky above and while delighting my sense of vision in the clouds, I turned the rest of me over into their hands. I have never received so much attention and the feeling of being desired and cared for was so completely obvious. I gave in totally to this experience and felt a rush of guilt for my selfish acceptance of such pleasure, but I was really getting into this. Carl's touch was calming and James kept speaking to me to direct my attention into the clouds. A bottle of sunscreen was magically produced from under a fold in the quilt and a generous stream was applied to my torso like a long strand of pearls that resembled a well-placed stream of cum. Both their hands caressed in concert over my skin. Their hands glided slowly up the outer sides of my stomach and then paused as their fingers stopped at the baselines of my breasts, pausing at the edge of the full roundness where my breasts met my torso and then up and over my breasts...teasing my nipples and then stroking all around before returning to my stomach. Several passes over my breasts, each time a little slower and soon my thighs were relaxed and open for their caressing touch. I was so moved that they cared to protect my skin from the effects of the sun, the jesture was touching ( in more ways than one ).
Carl remained quiet and attentive in his touch while James continued to caress my mind with his words, as well as my skin with his touch. Their hands now dipped between my thighs and while applying the protective sunscreen, gradually worked my thighs farther apart with each successful circular stroke. Their hands stroked in mirror-image strokes down my thighs, over my knees, past my calves and onto the tops of my feet. And just as I thought...Oh, that was nice.....they began moving in tandem back up again....This was absolute heaven...my instinct to give in return made my hands reach out and grasp their cocks. A light squeeze and I too began my own attentive strokes. My grasp could not completely encircle James' cock and I so enjoyed the feeling of his fullness in my hand. I was equally aroused at the feeling of my hand stroking the length of Carl's cock, causing me to turn my head and survey the long stroke that I applied upon his hardened cock. Neither one were completely erect when I first grasped them, but in my first few strokes I was amazed to feel their pulsing, throbbing cocks awakening to my touch. Feeling their desire rising literally in my hands was so empowering....the added treat of being wanted by two brothers was sweetly naughty....I felt the first few drops of moisture escape my pussy lips as I squeezed my hands slightly over their cocks.
I was caught between feelings of complete relaxation and impending full arousal. James was right....he would see to it that I enjoyed this and he was giving me the time to adjust, just as the brothers had promised. As my hands continued to explore and stroke their cocks, their hands began searching more intimately upon my skin. Until now, neither one had so much as touched within an inch of my pussy, it's lips, or my clit. I had shaved my pussy clean below the clit and back over my ass...completley smooth, knowing this always accentuates my sense of touch. I trimmed the hair above my clit to a smaller, definite patch and trimmed it short. My pussy lips are very full and extend out naturally from the major folds of skin, almost resembling ruffled flower petals. I was dying to feel a fingertip graze over my cunt lips; had almost begun thrusting my hips as a signal, when I felt the first touch of fingers over my lips and then at last....one faint, barely perceived flick upon my clit!!!....I released the longest, slowest sigh, accompanied by full release of any tension in my thighs.
