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The Passenger Seat - Chapter 3 And 4 (Blotter And free porn video
BLOTTER
TARA HADN’T MISSED a workout in the week since the neighbors arrived. She couldn’t explain her new-found motivation, but she was thankful for it.
Perhaps it was the presence of a beautiful new neighbor, and the possibility that Sean would be secretly admiring her. Maybe it was inspired by the prospect of being naked in the light of day. She could name a thousand things she hated about her body, and darkness had always been her friend.
Truth be told, her daily route took her past Adam and Amy’s deck, where Tara had seen them making love the day they moved in. She would never admit it to anyone, but she secretly hoped for an encore performance. Her daily walks, coupled with frequent trips to the shop, increased the odds that she would catch them in the act again. Besides, the k**s were all at school, so she really had no excuse.
Today, as she left for her walk, there was no sign of the couple. Her disappointment surprised her, but she vowed to finish the route anyway. Her mind wandered as she walked, and she found herself thinking about Sean, and his desire for outdoor sex.
As she passed each house in the neighborhood, she thought about the people who lived there, and wondered what they would think of her if they knew what she was contemplating. Then a terrible thought entered her mind: what if someone saw them and called the police? And what if they ended up on the blotter somehow? How would they ever face Sean’s coworkers again? And how, in this tiny little town, would they keep it from becoming common knowledge?
Such were the workings of Tara’s mind. She could always be depended upon to imagine the worst in every situation, and the worry often paralyzed her.
“HEY BEAUTIFUL!” Sean called from the shop as Tara returned home. She had been so busy imagining her own demise that she hadn’t even noticed he was outside.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” she said, walking toward him. He had arrived home from work just as she was taking the k**s to school, and she assumed he would be taking advantage of the unusually quiet house.
“I thought so too,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “But I got sidetracked out here behind the shop. Under the awning. Looking for scrap wood,” Sean dead-panned.
Tara pretended to be annoyed and peeled herself out of his embrace, but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward him hard. He pinned her against the workbench and kissed her shoulders, running his hands along her form-fitting tank top.
“Sean, I’m all sweaty,” Tara protested.
“Then we’d better get you out of those sweaty clothes,” he whispered into her ear, moving his hands to the hem of her shirt. He lifted her shirt enough to expose her tanned belly, and then moved to the top of her shorts, rolling the waistband down far enough to expose her hip bones. He traced her hip bones lightly with his fingers , and then stepped back to admire her body. He groaned in approval at the sight of her exposed skin.
Tara was preoccupied with the fact that they were exposed out here in the shop. As cars passed by their house, she wondered just how much they could see. She was having a hard time focusing on Sean for fear that someone would see them. Her mind jumped again to the police blotter.
She was jolted back into the moment when Sean grabbed her under the arms and lifted her on to the work bench. He instructed her to lean back against the wall, and to bend her knees so that her feet were on the bench as well. She hesitated, hoping that he’d sense her reluctance to comply.
Instead, Sean grabbed her feet one at a time and placed them on the workbench. He leaned into her, his body between her legs, and he grazed her lips with his own. He ran his hands along her inner thighs, stopping short of the cuff of her shorts. Over and over again his fingers explored her inner thighs, each time inching closer to her panties underneath.
Tara’s breathing was labored now, and despite her best efforts to fight him, she was lost in the moment with Sean. It no longer mattered to her that the shop door was open and passersby might see them. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
Sean seized the moment and moved his face between her legs. Just the feel of his breath between her legs made it hard to sit still. He nipped gently at her thighs, and she moaned at his touch. He slipped his fingers inside her panties and teased her clitoris.
“Yeah, Sean. Right there,” she whispered.
He moved her shorts and panties aside and moved his face between her legs. Her panties were wet with anticipation, and his erection was throbbing. He tasted and teased her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, but didn’t allow her to get there. Over and over, he explored her with his tongue, only to stop just short of climax.
Tara couldn’t take any more. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she needed relief.
“Take me, baby,” she whispered to Sean. “Now.”
And with that she was off the workbench. She bent over the workbench and spread her legs, so Sean could take her from behind.
He unbuttoned his pants and exposed his aching erection, positioning himself behind Tara. He slid her shorts and panties aside, and placed the tip of his erection inside her. He moved in and out of her ever so slightly, ignoring her pleas for more. He put his hands on her hips and moved her body in rhythm with his own, basking in the moans and groans escaping her lips.
“I need you Sean,” Tara groaned. And without warning, he pounded his erection into her. Over and over he thrust into her, using her hips to pull her to him.
Tara was unable to control her body’s responses to Sean. She was calling out with each thrust, oblivious to her surroundings. Without thinking, she pulled her shirt over her head, completely exposing her breasts. She was on auto-pilot now, acting only on the lust she felt for Sean.
Sean withdrew from her and turned her to face him. The sight of her topless in the shop was more than he could stand. He took her breast into his mouth, teasing her nipple with his mouth while his left hand tweaked the other. Her body was practically convulsing from the sensation.
She stepped back from him and slipped her shoes off. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her body, completely exposing herself to him. She stepped out of the shorts and moved toward him. She was completely naked, and the feeling was electric.
Sean was in awe of his beautiful wife, and he had never wanted her more than right now. He bent her over the workbench once again, and fucked her with reckless abandon. It was primal and a****listic. They were responding only to their own bodies without regard to anything else.
Within seconds, Tara’s body was wracked in orgasm. The sensation was like nothing she had ever known before, and she thrust her body against his, matching every move he made. When he exploded inside her, she could feel every bit of his desire deep within her body.
The two of them collapsed against the workbench, their bodies drenched in sweat. Tara was in awe of the fact that her body was capable of this kind of release. Sean was in awe of the fact that he had just fucked his wife outdoors.
SUNBATHING
TARA HAD JUST pulled her shorts up when Amy appeared at the entrance to the shop.
Tara looked nervously toward Sean and scrambled for an explanation. How long had Amy been outside? Had she seen or heard anything? And how could Tara justify her barefooted, disheveled appearance?
Amy never even gave her the opportunity, much to Tara’s relief.
“Whatcha doing, guys?” Amy asked, seemingly oblivious to Tara’s embarassment. Without waiting for an answer, she asked Tara if she had time for a cup of coffee.
“Absolutely,” Tara responded, and she eyed Sean warily as the two women retreated toward the house. Maybe the timing was a coincidence. Perhaps she really hadn’t seen anything.
Tara poured two cups of coffee, and led Amy to her living room. Then, thinking better of it, she asked Amy if she’d rather sit outside.
“Everything is better outdoors,” Amy joked, and she shot Tara a playful grin. They moved to the deck on the side of Tara’s house and sat down in the warm sunshine.
The conversation was easy and there was so much Tara wanted to know about her new friend. She learned that Amy worked as a nurse, and Adam owned a construction company, and was expanding his company to the local area. No surprise, given how good he is with his hands, Tara thought, remembering their exploits on the deck just a week ago.
Tara forced the thought from her mind and focused on Amy. It occurred to Tara that this was exactly what she had been missing for so many months. A friend to hang out with. Adult conversation. In a word, company.
AMY’S COMMENT JOLTED HER back into the conversation. Did she hear that correctly? She asked Amy to repeat what she said.
“I said that your deck is a great place for adventure sex,” Amy repeated.
“Adventure sex?”
“Outdoor sex,” Amy explained. “Your deck is perfect because you have lots of privacy. You could come out here in the middle of the day and nobody would know you were here.”
Tara’s mind raced. Amy must have seen or heard something after all. Why else would she be bringing this up now? She felt her cheeks go warm at the thought.
“Unless of course you WANT someone to see you, in which case your deck is still the perfect location.” Amy looked sideways at Tara with a naughty grin.
Tara had no idea where to go with this. Not an inkling what to say. Her mind raced, seeking some kind of response, but nothing came to her.
“You really should try it, girl,” Amy continued. “There is something about naked bodies underneath the warm sunshine that makes sex even better. It’s like somehow it makes all your nerve endings come alive.”
“How much did Sean pay you to have this conversation with me,” Tara asked, only partly joking.
“He wouldn’t have to. I’d do it for free. But Sean’s got nothing to do with this,” Amy said, suddenly serious. “We had some biker friends who had a taste for voyeurism and exhibitionism. She loved to be naked outdoors, and loved the thought of being watched by someone. Not ogled, or stared at. It was more the idea of someone watching you without your knowledge.”
So there’s a name for this stuff? Tara felt her body responding to Amy’s words. It was exactly what she had felt there in the shop with Sean. She had been so utterly driven by her desire that she stopped worrying about anything. Her body had completely taken over, and she was just a passenger along for the ride.
“I love the thought of someone watching me make love to Adam,” Amy explained, leaning forward in her chair as she talked. “He knows my body so well that, if I let myself, I can get completely lost in him. We can be outdoors in broad daylight and I completely forget where we are.”
“You’ve tried this then?” Tara asked. She felt so dishonest asking the question, given that she had enjoyed their lovemaking the first day they arrived.
“Oh yeah,” Amy said. “When I finally got the nerve to try it, I was hooked, and now Adam and I are always looking for new places to ravage each other outdoors. Can’t even tell you what it has done for our sex life.”
“So which do you prefer?” Tara asked Amy sheepishly, not sure if she was crossing some unknown line in their new friendship. “Privacy? Or the thought of being seen?”
“Definitely being seen,” Amy said without hesitation. “The thought that somebody somewhere is watching Sean pleasure me…” Her voice trailed off. “Makes me a little hot just talking about it.” Amy grinned at Tara and sat back in her chair.
“Obviously having k**s at home adds a challenge to this kind of activity,” Amy continued, “but with a little planning and creativity, it’s not impossible.”
It was almost as if Amy knew the questions Tara would ask before she asked them. As if Amy had been in Tara’s seat before, with someone else selling her on the idea. The thought helped Amy relax a little, and she listened intently to her friend talk.
“The driving force behind the motorcycles was a desire to find life outside the k**s,” Amy explained. “I can get so caught up in being a mom and an employee that I forget to be a wife. Being on the motorcycle reminds me that I’m so much more than just a mom.”
“And I feel so damn sexy driving that thing,” Amy said in a sexy growl.
TARA HAD A LOT to think about. As her friend headed home that morning, their conversation was at the forefront of her mind, and she was decidedly eager to share it all with Sean.
And naturally, Sean was all ears.
Tara told him what Amy had said about having sex outdoors, and what it had done for their sex life. And about being watched while having sex. And about the motorcycles. And about losing control.
As Tara talked rapidly about the conversation, Sean shifted repeatedly in his chair. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was sporting a fresh erection, and Tara grinned to herself at the thought that just her words were affecting him that way.
“And so,” Tara announced, “I’m going to start by laying out in the sun this morning. Naked. On the deck.”
Sean was visibly pleased with her idea, and he shot her a teasing look. “I’ll get your chair,” he quipped.
AS SHE STOOD next to the chair, preparing to undress, she felt very exposed. Uncomfortable. It had seemed like such a great idea at the time. But now… Tara knelt down below the deck railing and undressed quickly, peeling away her clothes and practically diving for the safety of the chair. She laid on her stomach and glanced nervously around her, certain that someone had seen her, but no one was around.
She scrolled through her music, deciding quickly on the playlist with all the sexy songs. Then she laid her head on the towel, and closed her eyes. The sunshine felt fabulous on her body. It warmed her in places that weren’t usually exposed, and the sensation was amazing.
The gentle breeze grazed every inch of her skin, and she spread her legs a little, imagining that it would feel quite good between her legs.
And she was right.
Tara squirmed a bit on her chair. Her body felt electrified. The warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze between her legs simultaneously was exhilarating. Without thinking, she flipped on to her back and spread her legs.
The sensation on her clitoris was magic. And now it spread to her breasts. Her nipples hardened at the urging of the breeze and the sunshine. Tara was having a hard time sitting still, and she spread her legs further, hungry for the sensation.
Before Tara knew what she was doing, she felt her hands on her own breasts. She was teasing her nipples and caressing her breasts. She arched her back as a stiff breeze blew across her body. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she was amazed that her own body could respond this way.
She dropped a leg on either side of the chair and reached between her legs. If she could spread her legs any farther, she would. She gently rubbed her clitoris as the breeze continued to blow. Immediately, she could feel her orgasm building. She stopped touching herself for a moment and allowed the feeling to pass. This all felt so good that she didn’t want it to end so quickly.
When she was sure it had passed, she began touching herself again. She plunged her fingers inside her, shocked by the wetness she found there. She began to stroke her clitoris again, and was jolted by the sound of the door opening.
Sean walked directly to her, and knelt beside her chair. Without saying a word, he held her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily. Her body was on fire, and she had crossed into passenger mode again. She could feel the wetness between her legs as he kissed her.
He ran his hands down the length of her body. Her shoulder. Her arm. Her hip. Her thigh. He traced his way across her belly, to the space underneath her belly button. She arched her back against his touch, begging him to touch between her legs.
Instead, he leaned in and teased her nipple with his tongue. First one, then the other. The sensation of wetness on her breasts coupled with the breeze was maddening. He trailed his fingers back down below her belly button and continued his torment of her body. The sensation was too much to bear, and Tara needed him now.
“Fuck me Sean. Please. Fuck me here. Don’t make me wait.”
Without answering, Sean allowed his fingers to find her clitoris, and he gently caressed her, all the while kissing her belly. She spread her legs as far as they would go, eager to feel him. All of him. She moved her hips against his hand, hungry to have him inside her.
“Please Sean,” she practically begged.
Without taking his eyes off of hers, he stood and removed his clothes. The sight of his body there in the sunlight was beautiful. She had always loved how strong and fit he was, and his erection… it was a joy to behold.
He directed her to slide to the end of the chair and he knelt between her legs. He ever-so-gently tasted her and her body was wracked with pleasure. She began to grind herself against his face, unable to control her own responses. Her fingers twisted through his hair as she fought to pull him even closer. He moved her farther down the chair, and placed the tip of his erection at the opening between her legs.
He teased her for what seemed like hours, just entering her, and then pulling back out. She wanted him. She needed him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and used them to pull him into her.
“You want it, baby?” he asked roughly. “You want me to fuck you?”
“God yes, Sean. Please. Fuck me.”
He plunged inside her, every inch of his erection penetrating her body. She screamed outloud at the sudden relief. He bent to kiss her breasts and she arched her back to meet his mouth. He was glorious inside her. The breeze was cool on her moist breasts and his erection was hot inside her. So many sensations.
He explored her entire body with his mouth, his hands, and his erection. She could feel the orgasm building, and she braced herself for the sensation. Her hands grasped the chair and she arched her back. Her entire body trembled. The explosion was so intense that wetness gushed between her legs. She screamed repeatedly and threw her head back against the sensation. And just as her body tried to recover, Sean exploded inside her. She could feel his throbbing erection and could see his muscles tense. He called her name, and then came to rest on top of her.
The sun was warm on his back, and his body was spent. She traced her fingers lazily along his spine, and he shivered at her touch.
He lifted his head to gaze at her, and spent a long moment just admiring her. This woman that he adored so much, who was sexier now than the day they had married, had finally given herself to him. Truly. Completely. And he’d never known a sensation like the one she had just given him.
TARA HADN’T MISSED a workout in the week since the neighbors arrived. She couldn’t explain her new-found motivation, but she was thankful for it.
Perhaps it was the presence of a beautiful new neighbor, and the possibility that Sean would be secretly admiring her. Maybe it was inspired by the prospect of being naked in the light of day. She could name a thousand things she hated about her body, and darkness had always been her friend.
Truth be told, her daily route took her past Adam and Amy’s deck, where Tara had seen them making love the day they moved in. She would never admit it to anyone, but she secretly hoped for an encore performance. Her daily walks, coupled with frequent trips to the shop, increased the odds that she would catch them in the act again. Besides, the k**s were all at school, so she really had no excuse.
Today, as she left for her walk, there was no sign of the couple. Her disappointment surprised her, but she vowed to finish the route anyway. Her mind wandered as she walked, and she found herself thinking about Sean, and his desire for outdoor sex.
As she passed each house in the neighborhood, she thought about the people who lived there, and wondered what they would think of her if they knew what she was contemplating. Then a terrible thought entered her mind: what if someone saw them and called the police? And what if they ended up on the blotter somehow? How would they ever face Sean’s coworkers again? And how, in this tiny little town, would they keep it from becoming common knowledge?
Such were the workings of Tara’s mind. She could always be depended upon to imagine the worst in every situation, and the worry often paralyzed her.
“HEY BEAUTIFUL!” Sean called from the shop as Tara returned home. She had been so busy imagining her own demise that she hadn’t even noticed he was outside.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” she said, walking toward him. He had arrived home from work just as she was taking the k**s to school, and she assumed he would be taking advantage of the unusually quiet house.
“I thought so too,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “But I got sidetracked out here behind the shop. Under the awning. Looking for scrap wood,” Sean dead-panned.
Tara pretended to be annoyed and peeled herself out of his embrace, but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward him hard. He pinned her against the workbench and kissed her shoulders, running his hands along her form-fitting tank top.
“Sean, I’m all sweaty,” Tara protested.
“Then we’d better get you out of those sweaty clothes,” he whispered into her ear, moving his hands to the hem of her shirt. He lifted her shirt enough to expose her tanned belly, and then moved to the top of her shorts, rolling the waistband down far enough to expose her hip bones. He traced her hip bones lightly with his fingers , and then stepped back to admire her body. He groaned in approval at the sight of her exposed skin.
Tara was preoccupied with the fact that they were exposed out here in the shop. As cars passed by their house, she wondered just how much they could see. She was having a hard time focusing on Sean for fear that someone would see them. Her mind jumped again to the police blotter.
She was jolted back into the moment when Sean grabbed her under the arms and lifted her on to the work bench. He instructed her to lean back against the wall, and to bend her knees so that her feet were on the bench as well. She hesitated, hoping that he’d sense her reluctance to comply.
Instead, Sean grabbed her feet one at a time and placed them on the workbench. He leaned into her, his body between her legs, and he grazed her lips with his own. He ran his hands along her inner thighs, stopping short of the cuff of her shorts. Over and over again his fingers explored her inner thighs, each time inching closer to her panties underneath.
Tara’s breathing was labored now, and despite her best efforts to fight him, she was lost in the moment with Sean. It no longer mattered to her that the shop door was open and passersby might see them. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
Sean seized the moment and moved his face between her legs. Just the feel of his breath between her legs made it hard to sit still. He nipped gently at her thighs, and she moaned at his touch. He slipped his fingers inside her panties and teased her clitoris.
“Yeah, Sean. Right there,” she whispered.
He moved her shorts and panties aside and moved his face between her legs. Her panties were wet with anticipation, and his erection was throbbing. He tasted and teased her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, but didn’t allow her to get there. Over and over, he explored her with his tongue, only to stop just short of climax.
Tara couldn’t take any more. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she needed relief.
“Take me, baby,” she whispered to Sean. “Now.”
And with that she was off the workbench. She bent over the workbench and spread her legs, so Sean could take her from behind.
He unbuttoned his pants and exposed his aching erection, positioning himself behind Tara. He slid her shorts and panties aside, and placed the tip of his erection inside her. He moved in and out of her ever so slightly, ignoring her pleas for more. He put his hands on her hips and moved her body in rhythm with his own, basking in the moans and groans escaping her lips.
“I need you Sean,” Tara groaned. And without warning, he pounded his erection into her. Over and over he thrust into her, using her hips to pull her to him.
Tara was unable to control her body’s responses to Sean. She was calling out with each thrust, oblivious to her surroundings. Without thinking, she pulled her shirt over her head, completely exposing her breasts. She was on auto-pilot now, acting only on the lust she felt for Sean.
Sean withdrew from her and turned her to face him. The sight of her topless in the shop was more than he could stand. He took her breast into his mouth, teasing her nipple with his mouth while his left hand tweaked the other. Her body was practically convulsing from the sensation.
She stepped back from him and slipped her shoes off. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her body, completely exposing herself to him. She stepped out of the shorts and moved toward him. She was completely naked, and the feeling was electric.
Sean was in awe of his beautiful wife, and he had never wanted her more than right now. He bent her over the workbench once again, and fucked her with reckless abandon. It was primal and a****listic. They were responding only to their own bodies without regard to anything else.
Within seconds, Tara’s body was wracked in orgasm. The sensation was like nothing she had ever known before, and she thrust her body against his, matching every move he made. When he exploded inside her, she could feel every bit of his desire deep within her body.
The two of them collapsed against the workbench, their bodies drenched in sweat. Tara was in awe of the fact that her body was capable of this kind of release. Sean was in awe of the fact that he had just fucked his wife outdoors.
SUNBATHING
TARA HAD JUST pulled her shorts up when Amy appeared at the entrance to the shop.
Tara looked nervously toward Sean and scrambled for an explanation. How long had Amy been outside? Had she seen or heard anything? And how could Tara justify her barefooted, disheveled appearance?
Amy never even gave her the opportunity, much to Tara’s relief.
“Whatcha doing, guys?” Amy asked, seemingly oblivious to Tara’s embarassment. Without waiting for an answer, she asked Tara if she had time for a cup of coffee.
“Absolutely,” Tara responded, and she eyed Sean warily as the two women retreated toward the house. Maybe the timing was a coincidence. Perhaps she really hadn’t seen anything.
Tara poured two cups of coffee, and led Amy to her living room. Then, thinking better of it, she asked Amy if she’d rather sit outside.
“Everything is better outdoors,” Amy joked, and she shot Tara a playful grin. They moved to the deck on the side of Tara’s house and sat down in the warm sunshine.
The conversation was easy and there was so much Tara wanted to know about her new friend. She learned that Amy worked as a nurse, and Adam owned a construction company, and was expanding his company to the local area. No surprise, given how good he is with his hands, Tara thought, remembering their exploits on the deck just a week ago.
Tara forced the thought from her mind and focused on Amy. It occurred to Tara that this was exactly what she had been missing for so many months. A friend to hang out with. Adult conversation. In a word, company.
AMY’S COMMENT JOLTED HER back into the conversation. Did she hear that correctly? She asked Amy to repeat what she said.
“I said that your deck is a great place for adventure sex,” Amy repeated.
“Adventure sex?”
“Outdoor sex,” Amy explained. “Your deck is perfect because you have lots of privacy. You could come out here in the middle of the day and nobody would know you were here.”
Tara’s mind raced. Amy must have seen or heard something after all. Why else would she be bringing this up now? She felt her cheeks go warm at the thought.
“Unless of course you WANT someone to see you, in which case your deck is still the perfect location.” Amy looked sideways at Tara with a naughty grin.
Tara had no idea where to go with this. Not an inkling what to say. Her mind raced, seeking some kind of response, but nothing came to her.
“You really should try it, girl,” Amy continued. “There is something about naked bodies underneath the warm sunshine that makes sex even better. It’s like somehow it makes all your nerve endings come alive.”
“How much did Sean pay you to have this conversation with me,” Tara asked, only partly joking.
“He wouldn’t have to. I’d do it for free. But Sean’s got nothing to do with this,” Amy said, suddenly serious. “We had some biker friends who had a taste for voyeurism and exhibitionism. She loved to be naked outdoors, and loved the thought of being watched by someone. Not ogled, or stared at. It was more the idea of someone watching you without your knowledge.”
So there’s a name for this stuff? Tara felt her body responding to Amy’s words. It was exactly what she had felt there in the shop with Sean. She had been so utterly driven by her desire that she stopped worrying about anything. Her body had completely taken over, and she was just a passenger along for the ride.
“I love the thought of someone watching me make love to Adam,” Amy explained, leaning forward in her chair as she talked. “He knows my body so well that, if I let myself, I can get completely lost in him. We can be outdoors in broad daylight and I completely forget where we are.”
“You’ve tried this then?” Tara asked. She felt so dishonest asking the question, given that she had enjoyed their lovemaking the first day they arrived.
“Oh yeah,” Amy said. “When I finally got the nerve to try it, I was hooked, and now Adam and I are always looking for new places to ravage each other outdoors. Can’t even tell you what it has done for our sex life.”
“So which do you prefer?” Tara asked Amy sheepishly, not sure if she was crossing some unknown line in their new friendship. “Privacy? Or the thought of being seen?”
“Definitely being seen,” Amy said without hesitation. “The thought that somebody somewhere is watching Sean pleasure me…” Her voice trailed off. “Makes me a little hot just talking about it.” Amy grinned at Tara and sat back in her chair.
“Obviously having k**s at home adds a challenge to this kind of activity,” Amy continued, “but with a little planning and creativity, it’s not impossible.”
It was almost as if Amy knew the questions Tara would ask before she asked them. As if Amy had been in Tara’s seat before, with someone else selling her on the idea. The thought helped Amy relax a little, and she listened intently to her friend talk.
“The driving force behind the motorcycles was a desire to find life outside the k**s,” Amy explained. “I can get so caught up in being a mom and an employee that I forget to be a wife. Being on the motorcycle reminds me that I’m so much more than just a mom.”
“And I feel so damn sexy driving that thing,” Amy said in a sexy growl.
TARA HAD A LOT to think about. As her friend headed home that morning, their conversation was at the forefront of her mind, and she was decidedly eager to share it all with Sean.
And naturally, Sean was all ears.
Tara told him what Amy had said about having sex outdoors, and what it had done for their sex life. And about being watched while having sex. And about the motorcycles. And about losing control.
As Tara talked rapidly about the conversation, Sean shifted repeatedly in his chair. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was sporting a fresh erection, and Tara grinned to herself at the thought that just her words were affecting him that way.
“And so,” Tara announced, “I’m going to start by laying out in the sun this morning. Naked. On the deck.”
Sean was visibly pleased with her idea, and he shot her a teasing look. “I’ll get your chair,” he quipped.
AS SHE STOOD next to the chair, preparing to undress, she felt very exposed. Uncomfortable. It had seemed like such a great idea at the time. But now… Tara knelt down below the deck railing and undressed quickly, peeling away her clothes and practically diving for the safety of the chair. She laid on her stomach and glanced nervously around her, certain that someone had seen her, but no one was around.
She scrolled through her music, deciding quickly on the playlist with all the sexy songs. Then she laid her head on the towel, and closed her eyes. The sunshine felt fabulous on her body. It warmed her in places that weren’t usually exposed, and the sensation was amazing.
The gentle breeze grazed every inch of her skin, and she spread her legs a little, imagining that it would feel quite good between her legs.
And she was right.
Tara squirmed a bit on her chair. Her body felt electrified. The warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze between her legs simultaneously was exhilarating. Without thinking, she flipped on to her back and spread her legs.
The sensation on her clitoris was magic. And now it spread to her breasts. Her nipples hardened at the urging of the breeze and the sunshine. Tara was having a hard time sitting still, and she spread her legs further, hungry for the sensation.
Before Tara knew what she was doing, she felt her hands on her own breasts. She was teasing her nipples and caressing her breasts. She arched her back as a stiff breeze blew across her body. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she was amazed that her own body could respond this way.
She dropped a leg on either side of the chair and reached between her legs. If she could spread her legs any farther, she would. She gently rubbed her clitoris as the breeze continued to blow. Immediately, she could feel her orgasm building. She stopped touching herself for a moment and allowed the feeling to pass. This all felt so good that she didn’t want it to end so quickly.
When she was sure it had passed, she began touching herself again. She plunged her fingers inside her, shocked by the wetness she found there. She began to stroke her clitoris again, and was jolted by the sound of the door opening.
Sean walked directly to her, and knelt beside her chair. Without saying a word, he held her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily. Her body was on fire, and she had crossed into passenger mode again. She could feel the wetness between her legs as he kissed her.
He ran his hands down the length of her body. Her shoulder. Her arm. Her hip. Her thigh. He traced his way across her belly, to the space underneath her belly button. She arched her back against his touch, begging him to touch between her legs.
Instead, he leaned in and teased her nipple with his tongue. First one, then the other. The sensation of wetness on her breasts coupled with the breeze was maddening. He trailed his fingers back down below her belly button and continued his torment of her body. The sensation was too much to bear, and Tara needed him now.
“Fuck me Sean. Please. Fuck me here. Don’t make me wait.”
Without answering, Sean allowed his fingers to find her clitoris, and he gently caressed her, all the while kissing her belly. She spread her legs as far as they would go, eager to feel him. All of him. She moved her hips against his hand, hungry to have him inside her.
“Please Sean,” she practically begged.
Without taking his eyes off of hers, he stood and removed his clothes. The sight of his body there in the sunlight was beautiful. She had always loved how strong and fit he was, and his erection… it was a joy to behold.
He directed her to slide to the end of the chair and he knelt between her legs. He ever-so-gently tasted her and her body was wracked with pleasure. She began to grind herself against his face, unable to control her own responses. Her fingers twisted through his hair as she fought to pull him even closer. He moved her farther down the chair, and placed the tip of his erection at the opening between her legs.
He teased her for what seemed like hours, just entering her, and then pulling back out. She wanted him. She needed him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and used them to pull him into her.
“You want it, baby?” he asked roughly. “You want me to fuck you?”
“God yes, Sean. Please. Fuck me.”
He plunged inside her, every inch of his erection penetrating her body. She screamed outloud at the sudden relief. He bent to kiss her breasts and she arched her back to meet his mouth. He was glorious inside her. The breeze was cool on her moist breasts and his erection was hot inside her. So many sensations.
He explored her entire body with his mouth, his hands, and his erection. She could feel the orgasm building, and she braced herself for the sensation. Her hands grasped the chair and she arched her back. Her entire body trembled. The explosion was so intense that wetness gushed between her legs. She screamed repeatedly and threw her head back against the sensation. And just as her body tried to recover, Sean exploded inside her. She could feel his throbbing erection and could see his muscles tense. He called her name, and then came to rest on top of her.
The sun was warm on his back, and his body was spent. She traced her fingers lazily along his spine, and he shivered at her touch.
He lifted his head to gaze at her, and spent a long moment just admiring her. This woman that he adored so much, who was sexier now than the day they had married, had finally given herself to him. Truly. Completely. And he’d never known a sensation like the one she had just given him.
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