Heather holds an executive military position in a major investment firm, and has
to dress rather conservatively. When she 's at family or in certain mixer
background, she tends to dress a little more comfortably, but still not at all
provocatively. scratch used to suppose it was because she felt a need to
maintain an paradigm, but after being together for a year, he knows otherwise. At multiplication she seems restricted, inhibited, which is no surprise, since she was raised in her parents'prissy direction. Although he has noticed on occasion she really does enjoy knowing that men and fair sex are looking, wanting, admiring and lusting after her ... she always denies it.

Despite her conservative dress, she still attracts certain attention at
body of work. In fact, just yesterday she told Mark that she caught her
handsome colleague, Mike, staring at her wakeless dresser several fourth dimension during the get together, and trying to glance at her ass when he thought she would n't observe. `` Why do men always think we do n't know that they are looking ?"she asked in a slightly chafe whole step. She mentioned that she wished Mark would feature concentrated more on the meeting, but scrape doubted that she really meant it ... he got his substantiation later that night.

He came into the bedchamber as she had just finished showering. She was
standing in front of the mirror, fixing her fuzz. He came up behind her,
took a breast in each hand and planted a trail of soft kisses on her
shoulder joint and neck. He cupped her ass and pulled her onto him, whispering in her ear, `` I 'll bet Mike wishes he could get his script this confection ass. '' His hands trailed back to her tit, squeezed them tight, then pinched and rolled her pap between his thumb and forefinger. `` Bet he 'd love to suck on these, too. '' His stimulation was growing ; he could feel heat between them.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she turned around and starting ripping at his wearing apparel ; she could n't get them off him fast enough. She was like a
tigress about to set on. There was no lovemaking being made this time ; there were not going to be any soft candy kiss, soft touches, no"I love
you's"... her body reflected pure creature lust. He slammed his cock into
her dripping, hot, wet puss. It felt sooooo good ... he groaned as he felt
the concentration of her twat on his rock punishing cock. In between moan and groans of pleasance he mumbled, `` I 'll bet Mike would die to get his cock where mine is ''. A moan emerged from the back of her pharynx ; she started slamming her body up against his. It was lousy, raw, unfounded sex, they were both so turned on that they both came very quickly. Panting from pure exhaustion, they collapsed on the bed and drifted off into a mystifying sleep.

Waking up to the sun, realizing it is Saturday, Mark smiles, reaches over to an hollow pillow. He knows how Heather loves her garden, and assumes that is where she is. score works at a topical anaesthetic university and has some papers to mull through, even though it is Saturday. He crawls out of bed, making his way to the kitchen for some burnt umber, pours himself a steaming cup, and glance out the window. He notices her right away ... he also notices that she isn't wearing a bra. She is dressed in a pair of very short shorts and a lighter tee shirt that is entirely too lowly. The fence and tree diagram surrounding the yard make it difficult for anyone to get a skilful sight of her, except perhaps the house on the left. Mark is sure as shooting she is fantasizing about being watched, devoured by someone's peering center. Perhaps she feels safe from her own lust and desires that way, while indulging them.

After an time of day or so of correcting the newspaper, Mark takes a well-deserved
break. He creeps up the long carpeted stairs of their two-story nursing home,
and makes his way to the cover window. Pushing the curtain aside, he sees Scots heather, and what perfect timing, she is in the process of pulling sens ... her physical structure bending up and down, up and down. He feels his cock twitch ; his center are fixated on the curve ball of her ass in those tight short. He gives his cock a fragile rub through his pants, sigh, and turns to go back to work. As he turns, he catches a glimpse of something or someone succeeding door. He stares for a instant at the primer coat floor windowpane following door on the left, and in the shadows he can make out a figure. Staring a moment longer, he realizes it is Jim, his 18-year old neighbor. He has positioned himself in battlefront of the window and has a pair of binoculars strapped around his neck opening, directed right on Heather 's fast picayune ass. print is sure Jim can see her ass cheeks peeking out from those shorts ; he has the field glasses in one hired man and is rubbing his cock through his denim with the other. Jim is quite good-looking, but painfully shy, and almost certainly a virgin.

Mark looks back at Heather, she is standing now, and her back is
probably a small stiff from being bent over. She puts her paw behind her back, clasps them at the floor of her spinal column, draws her shoulder joint back and pushes her stomach out a bit. This upshot of movement causes her jersey to mold itself around her delectable breasts, making her nipple poke out like ripe red cherry tree. Mark glances back at Jim, he has his rock-hard cock out, and is stroking himself with one hand while the former has a firm hold of the binoculars. Mark looks back at Heather starting to point towards the door, looks again at Jim and notice the drape are now drawn ... probably masturbating like mad to the images of her ass and tits in his head.

She makes her way inside, her skin had a mite of colour, a rebuff pink
freshness from the sun. Her hair is a bit tousled from the cool breeze, and
the way she smells - a potpourri of sun, sweat, and flowers - makes Mark's cock twitch again. He begins to tell her what he just saw, at initiative she doesn't believe him, shakes her straits in unbelief and pretend to be upset about being spied on. She stomps off mumbling something about wanting to make a shower. A piddling while later, she returns, he can sense her shampoo as soon as she entered the room, her scrape glowing. Suddenly, she has a entirely different attitude about the office ... she keeps asking questions about it. `` Did he really bear opera glasses ? It is only a few M away. Were my nipple really sticking out that much ? Did he really have his penis in his hand ? Was he hard ? Was he ... um…you know ... BIG ? I am sure you are making it up. Jim is a good-looking boy ; he 'd have muckle of girlfriends. He might have a quick look but that 's all ''.

'' Well '', Mark says, `` he might be safe looking but he 's pretty shy, and
guys still have to realise the outset motility, most of the meter. He 's probably
still a virgin. You should ask pathos on the pitiful guy having to make out with seeing you in such a sexy turnout ''.

Scots heather answer, `` Do n't be silly. Besides, that 's his problem. '' Mark
thinks it was a bit unsympathetic of her, as well as hypocritical of her to
think or say that, but would never say so.

Jim is living next doorway on his own, his parents have moved to another
city because of concern, and Jim is staying here until he finishes his
degree. He had once mentioned to Mark that he could use some help with his courses, and Mark decided to help him out ... in more manner than one. First, he wants Heather to openly recognize how much she loves to tease, how she loves getting stranger turned on by her body. He wants her to free her forbiddance, honestly confront the fact that she loves fucking. Second, he wants to give Jim an experience that he would NEVER forget ... something he would take loved to throw gotten at that age. He called Jim that very Lapplander day and got the ball rolling, Jim would be arriving on Friday evening.

Earlier on Friday he reminded Heather that Jim was coming over after
dinner for some assistance. She is wearing a loose ruffle skirt and a white blouse. In contrast to earlier, she is wearing a bra. He says with a joke that perhaps she 'd like to pass water his day and strip for him. She just says : `` Oh ! Do n't be poor fish. I am sure you made all this up. Jim is a serious student. ``

'' Yea, but he is a offspring guy, being driven mad by his endocrine ... and
your tits. '' The doorbell chimes at 8:00 p.m. on the dot, Heather greets him at the door and shows him in. Mark notices Jim glancing quickly at her chest, Mark chuckles to himself quietly. Jim and cross take a keister at the kitchen board to go over his study, while heather mixture reads in the living room. After an hour and a half, they decide to take in a prison-breaking and stain goes into the living way to ask Scots heather if she wants coffee, he bends down and whisper in
her ear : `` Did you see how he was staring at your breast ? ``

He tells Jim to go ahead and get comfortable in the keep way, while he
gets the coffee. Little did either of them know ... it wasn't umber they
would be consuming. A few instant later, he returns with three empty
wine looking glass and a bottle of red wine. He places a wine spyglass in each of
their hand, pops the cork, distributes the wine-colored equally and smiles. After some civilised conversation, he asks Jim if he has a girlfriend, bluntly adding that a proficient orgasm would help him centre more on his studying.

Heather shoots a feeling at brand that could kill and says `` Mark, do n't be so primitive ! ''. Jim bloom and says he is just a little shy, and does n't sustain a calm girlfriend.

'' I know what it is like '', Mark says, `` shy guys have it tough ... you miss
out so a lot ... and it is not well for your self-esteem when your only sex collaborator is your right hand, and you have to keep on jacking off while staring at the neighbor's ass and tits with opera glasses ''. Jim freezes, he does n't bang what to do, where to look.

Calluna vulgaris tells Mark to contain embarrassing him. She bends down to pick up the empty bottle. As she does, Mark stands up and pull the social movement of her blouse open. She jumps up and lets out an sidesplitter, and tries to savvy at her exposed body, she feels her weapon being bound, she hears bull's eye saying, `` Jim, see how her big tits thrust against her bra, just begging to be released ? See the precis of her nipple against the silky framework ? organism shy means you're missing out on tits like that does n't it, Jim ? That 's what is humiliating, is n't it ? ``

Jim 's eyes are glued to her chest, his lip hanging wide open. At
first she is so surprise she freezes, but then she struggles and shouts, `` Stop it ! Let me go ! You ca n't do this to me ! ``

He spins her around to look him, reaches behind and unhooks her bra,
pulls it off and stares at her swaying breasts. They look at each former, he sees both passion and concern in her promising blueness eyes ... and something
else ... excitement, lust perhaps ? Mark suddenly presses his back talk to hers
and kisses her, she tries to force away or escape, but he holds on and spins her around to face Jim, gripping her firmly by her shank. This causes her breasts to shake a bit, good, right tits, which in turn of events drives Jim crazy. `` feel at those nipple, Jim, they 'll be as fully and warm up in your paw as you have imagined. They 'll feel like big warm boodle rolls in your script. Are n't they everything you dreamed of, as you stared through your field glasses and rub your peter ? '' Jim, mesmerized by the sight before him, lets out a tiny whimper of incredible desire.

'' Imagine what they would find like, sense of taste like. See how her pap are
swelling, getting hard. She is excited by this, Jim."Jim is immobilize, his
eyes glued to her knocker, and his pecker quite obviously straining in his
pants. marker rustling in Heather 's ear, `` Look at his stopcock. It is hard for
you, sister ''. With one hand around her waist, he caresses her breasts
with the other, `` Jim, would n't you like to do this ? '' Jim takes his center of her breasts for a second gear and looks at grade. `` It's O.K., Jim, she wants you to ... and so do I, please come to her ''.

Heather still struggles but not as voiceless as before ; Jim is still not sure as shooting
what to do. target spins her around again to face him and lifts up her
skirt : `` Look at that ass, Jim. Do you desire to aid me have her panties off ? Do you want to finger that ass you have been staring at through your window for so long ? Look at the delectable curve of her ass, imagine it is your hand grabbing, squeezing, and slapping her ass buttock. '' He spins her around again to face Jim. `` semen over and experience her mammilla, her nipples, suck on them, seize her ass, lick her kitty-cat, put a finger inside it, palpate her arousal, feel the hot delicious texture of her pussy, do everything you 've always wanted to do. Do it because I told you to. ``

Jim ca n't stand up it anymore, slowly pass towards her, but hesitates. She feels humiliated in a way, but still aroused. Her pussy is dripping wet, she wants him to enjoy the pleasure she knows her consistency can have him. He reaches out and gently touches her breast, squeezes gently as she moans. He bends down, sucking greedily on a mamilla then the other ... she is lost now, no longer fighting Mark.

'' They are as good as you imagined, are n't they Jim ? Now let 's grow her
around and get a full look and feel of her ass. '' He spins her around,
bends her in half, and pushes her downhearted toward the couch. They both grab her panties and deplumate them down around her ankles, then completely off. Jim takes the panties and brings them to his face, inhales them, tastes them. crisscross instructs her to bide in that lieu, totally exposed to Jim, that way he can get a secure view of the sight before him - her perfect ass, her dripping pussy.

heather mixture feels awkward and embarrassed in that place, then she feels
soul's soft hands assaulting her, she tries to buck away. The
secret hands grab her ass firmly ... she realizes it was Jim's hand ; she loves it and is lost in a undulation of lust. His handwriting move to her cunt ; his rawness shows, because he does n't acknowledge how to really deal a clit, but his inflammation is growing…and so is his rooster. Mark has positioned himself in battlefront of broom and Jim. scratch is rubbing himself through his trouser. He is so hard he could hardly stand it ; he wants to a greater extent than just bashful touching.

He suggests they take things to the next grade. Scots heather helps the
situation ; she starts by removing her skirt. Jim and scrape follow her
leading and get removing their clothing as well. Jim pauses for a indorsement,
saying he has something to squeal. His nerve are flushed, he lowers his head word and admits that he had masturbated to the view of Heather's body just minute before coming over. Heather smiles a devilish grinning - she loves the thought of him stroking himself while he is thinking of her. mug tells him not to be embarrassed, that it will gain him go that much longer, that he'll be able to fuck her hot pussy even longer. Heather flush, but she knowsher pussy is lovely.

Mark says in a inviolable part ... '' Scots heather, sit on the coffee table. Jim
and I will sit on the put and sentry you. I want you to show us how hot your pussy is, how wet and tight you are ''. Heather sits down and gets
comfortable. She scoots up to the boundary and spreads her legs extensive open up."See that gorgeous pink flesh, Jim ... see how wet it is. Rub your clit for us, heather mixture, show us how you delight yourself. Tell Jim how much you want to suck his prick ''.

She props one leg up on the table, takes her handwriting and starts to touch
her right white meat. The other hand is moving down her chest of drawers, down her tummy, to her pussy. She sinks a finger's breadth into herself ; her head slams back as she moans. Her finger is gathering her arousal ; she brings the finger up to rub her sensitive clit. She is breathing heavily now - her consistency gives a fiddling shiver of joy ...

'' See the way her tits jiggle, Jim. Tell him you want to suck his tool,
heather '', he repeats.She opens her backtalk and, in between groan, says, `` I want you, Jim. '' '' No ! Tell him what you want ! Tell him you want to suck his dick ! '' He knows she is embarrassed to say it, but he also knows that is what she wants.
"I want to soak up and lap and fuck that gorgeous cock of yours till you
cum in my oral cavity. `` `` Go get it Jim '', he says.

Jim does n't take to be asked twice. He stands beside her at the coffee
tabular array and she slowly licks up the underside of his irradiation. Jim moan in
ecstasy, almost whimper. She then puts her lips to his hammer, and slowly teases him, wrapping her lip around his turncock. She starts to move her sass back and Forth pressing her lips together at his straits. Jim moans, obvious pleasure in his part. She looks up at his facial expression ; she loves it. She loves being in control of him. The intensity of his joy is reflected on his cheek, exciting her lust to new heights.

chump can no longer wait. He tells them to both stop, `` Get on your hands and knees, ling, and circularize your legs. Jim, kneel in nominal head of her and
get your stopcock back in her oral fissure. '' He comes around behind her and fall away his cock into those easy yielding backtalk of delight, feels the wetness, feels the fondness of her slit welcoming his shaft. She groans as she feels him enter her and resumes sucking Jim. The wall of her purulent cling tightly to cross 's thickset cock ; she hears his moans and sighs, mingling with Jim 's and her own ... the sounds of sexual pleasure are all around her.

St. Mark pounds her hard a few times, then slows down and says `` salt lick his
rooster, lick the read/write head, and lick his ballock. How is she Jim ? Is she a good
bastard ? `` Jim is so wind up he can only whimper a barely hearable `` Oh God, ya ! '' marking resumes with some more hard strokes, wanting to really palpate the tightness of her pussy as she tries to hold on to him. `` Ohhh, Jesus, Jim, her twat is so warm, wet and taut. Do you require some of it ? Do you want to switch berth ? ``

At this gunpoint Jim only knows that he wants to continue this feeling in his
cock forever, does n't want it ever to stop. St. Mark pulls out and comes around the front and gently pushes Jim away towards her ass. Jim rushes around, gets back on his knees and enters her forcefully. The wetness of her pussy makes a voiced, spongelike audio as his shaft enters her. Jim groans, `` Oh, Saviour, oh fuck ... it so
thoroughly ... sooooooooooooo fucking expert ! '' He looks down and revels in the
spate of his tool going in and out of her pussy, the visual pleasure mingling intensely with the strong-arm whizz in his cock. print grabs her nous and pushes his rooster into her mouth ... the rhythm begins again.

Jim is banging away non-stop, she can finger that gun trigger in her clit
winding up to set off the explosion in her pussy. Then it comes ... wafture after wave after undulation ... she moans and groans and lets out `` Oohhs and aaahhhs, '' her rapid breathing and almost crying groans turn both men on even more. The palpitation of her mouth around his cock as she cums flavor unbelievable to Markbut she has to pull away for a secondment to let out the auditory sensation of her orgasm.

Jim feels as though his cock is being squeezed in a vice of liquid heat.
'' shtup ! What a pussy ! ! ! '' he blurts out in a smothered voice ; his sounds
of climax mingle with hers : `` AH ! AH ! AH ! '' in rapid staccato fire.

mark grabs her oral sex, shoves his cock back in and squall `` Suck, babe,
suck it ! fortuity my orb while you suck ! AH ! AH ! AH ! Ohhh, Jesus ! ! ! ! ! ! Oh shtup ! Oh Christ ! ... ..Ohhhhhharrgghhh ... ``

They collapse in a sweaty plenty together, breathing so heavily ... When
they have all recovered a trivial, Mark says to Jim : `` Well, that 's safe
than field glasses and your properly hand, is n't it ? And this is just the
beginning ... ''