With a break

It has been 2 weeks since her encounter with Dustin. The weather has been splendid for sunbathing every day since their lust filled afternoon, but she’s been alone every day since. Just after lunch, Patricia heads out to the back patio, wearing her usual two piece black bikini, to see if her voyeur had shown up today. Although he left with a smile, the young man has been absent from his usual spy-sessions. Concerned that she went too far too soon, she frowned into the warm high sun as she sat down on her lounge chair. The potion was a cheap shot and she knew it, but she couldn’t control herself. She unknotted her bikini top and let her breasts soak up the afternoon sunlight. Dustin was all but asking for it, his youthful gaze taunting her through the fence. He wanted her, and she simply helped him along, gave him the nudge he didn’t know he needed.

The thought of that weekend made her chest flush as she rubbed sunscreen over her plump breasts. That day brought her masturbation sessions to a new high. Instead of elaborate fantasies, she finally had a concrete experience to relive again and again. The MILF’s nipples hardened as she visualized Dustin’s young body, pounding waves of pleasure into her. She continued rubbing sunscreen onto her sensitive areolas, pinching her nipples in an alternating rhythm as she worked her hands over the ample flesh. Blood began to pulse between her legs.

In the past, she was able to control herself while showing off for the young man, rubbing the top of her shaft through her bikini bottoms as it curved back and around into her moistened pussy, fucking herself with her terrible secret. The simulation of fingering was always required before, before he knew. But now that Dustin had seen her secret, touched it, even sucked it dry, she could no longer control her cock. Despite efforts to continue her old charade, the thought of his lips on her made it spring to attention.

Fully engorged and slick with her **** pussy juices, her cock pulsed proudly as it stood free of its sheath. Patricia ached for his lips on her again. She could almost feel them as she began to stroke the tip of her cock, gently caressing the head with her own lube. Soft slow strokes send waves of ecstasy through her as she writhes on the lounge chair, visions of the boy’s wet mouth in her mind. She knew that she only had few weeks before Dustin went off to college, found a girl his own age, and completely forgot about “Miss Hadley” next door. Their first encounter was intense, surely, but she wanted more. She wanted to dictate the pace, to control what parts of her he would get to fuck. She stroked a little faster now, letting the slick sounds of her motions be heard. She wanted to show the boy a few tricks that girls his age could never know. She wanted to ride him so hard he was sore for days. She would show him what it meant to be fucked well, not just fucked hard. Her hand stroked furiously now, pumping up and down her rock hard length, slippery with both of her juices, as precum began to ooze from her cock down onto her hand. Her left hand slid down her stomach away from her breasts, to sink deep into her soaking pussy. She moaned as she moved both of her hands in sync, shivers of bliss shooting up and down her spine.

A noise from behind the fence made her slow her pace. Has Dustin finally returned? She sat up and looked into the little knot-hole by the bottom of the fence. This happens every time. She thought, A rustle of leaves gets me all worked up. Her heart raced with lust and anticipation.

“Dustin, is that you?” Patricia panted, still stroking her cock but propping herself up with her other arm, holding her breath so she might hear the boy.

Nothing but the warm breeze answered her. She continued to jerk while staring at Dustin’s spy-hole, desperately yearning for her prayers to be answered for the umpteenth time this week. After a long minute she exhaled theatrically and slumped back onto her lounge chair, defeated.