Have sex in the toolshed.

The man was rugged and handsome, and you were getting hornier by the second. His deep blue eyes and shaggy brown hair was sexy. His strong chin framed a slim, masculine face. Light stubble grew from that face, but in no way detracted from his attractiveness. He looked natural amongst the gardening tools and shed supplies, rough and outdoorsy.

His eyes seemed to penetrate you. However, he wasn’t exactly looking you in the eyes. He was actually looking a bit lower. You open up your robe, letting him get a good look at you. His eyes finally move up to yours and you see a deep hunger within them. You recognize that look. It was a hunger for you, for your body.

Something about those eyes makes you ache deep inside. You find yourself becoming uncontrollably aroused, more aroused than you had felt yourself become in ages. What was this stranger doing to you? He was attractive, sure, but why did you want to touch him so bad? Why were you imagining him kissing your neck?

There was no question what the man wanted from you. There was no hiding your lust now, your body giving you away in plain sight. Your nipples are hard and ready, your pussy starting to glisten with wetness.

He stands up, moving up against you, pressing his body against yours. He is warm, heated by the noonday sun. Your lips begin to tremble, the warmth of his body reminding you of how horny you were. He grabs your chin, pressing his thumb against your lips, causing them to still. Then he leans forward, pressing roughly against your mouth.

You breathe in the sweet aroma of his body, allowing his breath to fill you. It smells like a garden. It smells of grass, and dirt, and ruggedness and man. His tongue darts into and out of your lips, and you moan in satisfaction. You begin to kiss back, completely lost in the moment. Oh God, just let this man fuck me. You began to let go.

The man begins to kiss you more aggressively, more roughly. His lips pressed against yours with a certain degree of desperation. It was a desperation that you both felt. You gasp, your body moist, your inhibitions decimated.

You wanted this man inside me. You wanted to fuck him. You wanted him to fuck you. To hell with anything else. The man ripped off you’re robe finally dropping it to the floor, and before you could react the man grabs your back and pulls you forward. His mouth was on your right breast, sucking it in as if was light itself.

He sucks in your nipple, biting on it painfully before sucking in your entire breast with full ****, even though it was more than he could possibly handle. His calloused hand grips your left breast, stroking it from top to bottom. Eventually, his grip settles on your nipples, pinching and manipulating them in his fingers with experience and finesse. You moan, holding the sides of his head as it bobs up and down on your chest.

Waves of sexual desire flow through you. You knew that this was making him aroused, and that aroused you to no end. However, you couldn’t stand it any longer. You reach down, and to your surprise you find his cock already out. His other hand is vigorously stroking it. You take over for him, feeling his warm dick in your hands. You begin to guide your fingers up the shaft to the tip and back down. He is already wet with precum, his hot dick as ready for entry as you were.

With his hand free, the man reaches around, grabbing a chunk of hair at the back of your head and pulling. Your head comes back painfully, but the control the man exuded on you, even while your fingers lightly guided up and down his cock caused waves of pleasure. Your knees begin to weaken.

You couldn’t take it anymore; you needed it inside of you. You were the wettest you had ever been. You pull away, scooting back your butt until you hit a shelf. You sit on the shelf and spread your legs while grabbing his dick and guiding it in.

The stranger needs no more inclination. He plunges his dick into you in a single thrust. His cock wasn’t particularly large, but it seems to throb with his intense sexual desire and your own lust. You let out a moan as pleasure surges in your loins and shoot through the rest of your body. It felt perfect. The man grabbed your wrists, forcing them above your head.

Then he begins to thrust into you, each thrust holds an intensity and desire that shone in his lustful eyes. Each thrust fills you up to the brink, your juices flowing readily across his cock, your body clamping in delight at each entry. Each thrust tries to make it deeper, tries to make it harder and faster. You open your legs as wide as you can, aiding him. You want him inside of you; you want him as deep as he could go.

His balls slap against your pussy, making a resounding clap each time he thrusts forward. He moves one of his hands and presses it on my pelvis. You put your hand down right next to his, and realized that you could feel his dick each time he thrusts into you. You could feel it on the inside as it **** its way in, pushing apart your muscles and up into your abdomen. You clamp your pussy tight, and the man moans in pleasure.

He angles his hand just so that his thumb sits over your clit. He begins to rub it in a circle, causing waves of pleasure to continue to shoot up and down your body. Meanwhile, his other hand continues to grip onto the back of your head. Your hair aches a little from all of the pulling, but you didn’t care. He pulls your head up, bending towards just as he thrust; getting the deepest yet. You moaned out, but his lips meet yours, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth instead.

The gardener pulls out, and for a second you are afraid he was done. Suddenly, I find yourself being spun. Now, you were pressed down against the shelf, your sensitive breasts pressed against the rough splintery plywood, your feet on the cold concrete ground.

Before you could think about what the stranger was doing, his dick slammed into you again from behind. You moan in pleasure as his dick pushes up into you in another direction. You could feel wetness leaking down your legs. Holy shit, this guy has you gushing geysers. However, you just wanted more.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!” you yell, my voice being lost in the storm and thunder outside.

The man obliges, slamming his cock deep into you, over and over again, each thrust causing waves of euphoria to burst through you. The man has his hands in your hair, pulling it, wrenching your body up. With each thrust, you could feel wood and splinters scratching against your skin, but you didn’t care. This man, this stranger, his body thrusting against yours was all that mattered to you.

His panting began to grow louder and louder, and your shrieks of pleasure seemed to join in with his, the moaning complementing each other. The door to the shed was wide open. By all accounts, anyone could look in at any time. What they’d see is the gardener’s butt thrusting forward over and over again; you tossed over the back shelving, writhing in sexual ecstasy. .

This didn’t stop me at all. If someone was watching this, they should enjoy the show. You begin thrusting your butt back, trying to keep in tune with the man’s thrusts. It causes each thrust to be even heavier, to slam even harder, the resounding smacks easily as loud as the moans coming from your lips.

That was it, he was hitting it perfectly. You couldn’t last, this was just too perfect. Your bodies were melded together, working together. You were a single fuck machine, and the only product was your orgasmic pleasure. The stranger twisted your head to the side, kissing you roughly on the side of the mouth. You kissed him back in between panting moans, the pleasure between your legs reaching a sudden crescendo.

A final thrust by the man, and you began to scream as a powerful orgasm shoots through you. Your pussy begins to clamp down, throbbing in orgasmic pleasure. Your legs give out, and your body falls on the shelf. Just then, he pulls out, once again whipping you around. You instinctually fall to your knees, his hand grabbing your hair and holding your head.

Before you can even open your mouth, a blast of hot jizz hits you on the cheek. The man let’s out satisfied moan. He strokes his dick, making several more grunting sounds, several more streams of semon shooting out, hitting you on the mouth, the chin, and finally drizzling down your breasts. You let out a sigh of contentment when he is finally done.

When his breath finally starts to slow down, he leans down and kisses you on the forehead, one of the few spots he missed with his cum. You give him a smile, reaching up and touching his seed, smearing the sticky white substance over your body. You rub it around as it starts to congeal, some on your body, the rest on your tits.

The man watches you intently, and after a minute of this you’re surprised to see his dick starting to harden once again, his sexual drive beginning to recover. You look at his dick hungrily, and lean forward to take it in your mouth once again. He stops you, and you glance up at him in confusion.

“Hace Calor.” He says, then after a second of thought, “Ven conmigo.”

He puts out a hand, and you take it. He leads you outside of the tool shack. He leads you to the mansion, opening up a door with a key he had. The two of you end up in a room. His pants are on the floor a mere moment after you hit the bedroom. Your robe follows closely after.