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When we arrived at his Palm Desert cottage on the golf course, it was late in the afternoon of a 100 + degree day, mid week. I asked him why there were no cars along the street as we pulled into the driveway. My host explained to me that this was one of the older golf courses surrounded buy smaller homes. Most owners use these as winter homes to escape the brutal cold of wherever they're from. During the hottest four months of summer, many are empty, as was the case on our side of the fairway, but quite a few homes are occupied by short term renters who want to brave the heat, but only for a few days. When I asked why there were no golfers, he said it was because anyone brave enough to play, tries to finish their round before 11 AM.


It was a darling place. A home actually. Decorated inside and out with style and function. To my delight there was adjustable lighting everywhere, placed underneath kitchen cabinets, delicate hanging lights, subtle spotlights highlighting sculpture art, and lights that shined from inside large shadow box picture frames mounted on the wall. Heavy marble floors and granite countertops. Windows covered with thick wooden shutters added to it's nature inspired allure. Dark earthy colors with lighter flooring gave it a cool cave-like feel. I began to run around adjusting the lights creating my own playful atmosphere. Outside, in the back was a large patio. Lots of big patio furniture along with another bar, and a cooking, or BBQ area with all the amenities.


Beyond that was a smallish, but crystal blue private pool and Jacuzzi. A misting system kept the outdoor temperature 20° cooler than it really was. Just 2 feet beyond the outer edge of the pool was a beautifully manicured fairway, and to the right, the 14th green of this lush golf course. About 10 feet directly left, of the outer pool edge, are two heavy trunked, palm trees, which define the left property line. Another two of the same type trees mark the right side property line. Both sets of trees are less than 40 feet from the back door, and less than 25 feet from the center of the patio so they have no effect whatsoever on the view. Other than that, there is absolutely no fencing, or dividers, to block our view of the homes, and their patios directly across the fairway. Not even a small shrub to diminish their view of ours either. That's when my idea lightbulb lit up. Not one single obstruction to diminish a possible voyeur’s viewing pleasure.Just open space. And lots of it.


He said he was tired, and thought he would unpack and then take a nap to be ready for the evening. I promised him he was going to need all his energy.
With that, I changed into a skimpy swimsuit, and headed outside. As I sat poolside in my thin black bikini, I was very excited to be in such an amazing place, I definitely wanted to show my host just how much I appreciate him having me as his guest. With two glorious nights ahead of us, I started thinking about the possibilities.


Reclining halfway on one of the large, chase lounge chairs, my thoughts surrendered to the mild exhibitionist always lurking inside me. It's so rare to find yourself in the absolute perfect place to unleash such a taboo desire, but I couldn't help noticing, this was that perfect place. My eyes surveyed the patios across the way. Only a handful people had bothered to venture outside, even though It was the perfect time to relax, and enjoy the last couple hours of sun. I saw one or two women present, but the other five or six sun worshipers were men.
I grew more, and more excited, as I wondered which of them might watch us before our two nights were done. I couldn't believe how perfect this place was. That got me started.


Ignoring the women, I focused my eyes on the men across the grassy strip that separated us. My gaze moved slowly, from one shirtless man, to the next. I paused to stare at each man individually, for a long enough time to imagine him watching us fuck as he hid in the darkness. A familiar lusty feeling that I enjoy so much had already started. The tingling between my legs began to intensify as I found myself pausing longer, on one particular man, each time I scanned the group. My state of arousal continued to amp up as I visualized each man stroking his hard cock. Drawn out by the sounds of my passion, he's now locked on me with his eyes, watching us fuck like a****ls. Will he be bold enough to leave his patio, inching closer to us. I don't think he’ll be able to resist. The closer he gets, the more urgently he strokes his cock. I continued watching the men for the next few minutes, and while I did, I allowed my kinky fantasy free reign to take me wherever it chose. It didn't matter. I already knew where this was going. I absolutely love shocking a man with my sexuality, and the slutty exhibitionists that lives inside me, was literally clawing to get out. I was powerless to control her, as CumSlut screamed at me to take my clothes off. That's the name she goes by at times like this. With each passing minute, I became more, and more aroused.


I squirmed from side to side, on the lounge chair, trying to relieve the tingling, but my fantasy was only accelerating. Rather than getting any relief from the tingling, the squirming was only causing my labia to slide back-and-forth against each other, and rotate my clit like the top of a tiny pepper grinder. It wasn't until that moment, that I realized how wet I was getting. A small shiver raced through my body. Just for fun, I did a quick set of 10 Kegel exercises, which managed to expel a noticeable gush of slippery pussy juice. I tried to sit still as I felt the warm liquid trickling slowly across my asshole, and on down my crack. I let myself wonder if any of the men knew. Rather suddenly, almost as if on cue, everyone started leaving their patios to go inside. Maybe it was some sporting event coming on television. I’ll never know for sure, but in any event,
everyone was gone except for myself, and two men who remained outside on their patio. Their patio was the one directly across from mine, and the closest to me.


I was slightly frustrated that all the other men had gone inside, but thrilled at the same time because the one guy who I thought was the most attractive of the bunch, was still outside. I checked him out more thoroughly, as he stood next to his seated friend.
They seemed to be having a normal, guy conversation, but I did pick up on one thing he was doing. As he continued chatting with his friend, I couldn't help noticing how kept turning his shoulders to glance my way. It was reassuring to know that I had been noticed by him.


My kinky side really wanted to flash someone, and his frequent glances my way provided enough of a confidence boost for me to start stepping things up a little. My mental masturbation was aching to turn physical, and there was nothing I could do. to stop it. Fuck, I didn't want to stop it! Still reclining halfway on the lounge chair, I lifted both feet from the patio deck, and placed them flat on the chair, with my knees raised.
I parted them slightly more than shoulder width. I didn't want my legs to obscure my view of that one particular man directly across the fairway from me. He was quite handsome, and seemed to be paying lots of attention to the new arrival.
Several times, as I looked up, I would find him facing my direction, and seemingly staring across to where I sat, but each time I looked directly back at him, his eyes would immediately break away, as he turned to chat with his male friend. This cat and mouse, eye game went on for almost 20 minutes. Knowing that I had his attention, fit nicely into my fantasy, and I decided to call him John.


I sat up momentarily, and glanced down at my bikini bottoms. Sure enough, black material becomes even darker when wet, and there was a dark, wet spot the size of my Marlboro pack, where my enthusiastic pussy had soaked all the way through.
As I leaned back to get comfortable, I looked across to find John facing toward me again, but this time he didn't look away. His eyes seemed to stay fixed on mine. Does he know what I've been thinking? Had he seen my wet spot? I don't think so!
At the distance apart we are, you can see features, but not clearly. You can see a face, but it's difficult to know if it's smiling.
You can see a hand gesture, but can't be sure what it's doing. One would have to get at least a little closer to be positive, but the eye contact seems altogether different. Why would he look this direction so often if not to see me? And why would I look back?


Only a few minuets ago, the unusual timing, and the layout of this place had inspired a grand fantasy, in which every man from across the fairway, would be irresistibly drawn across that strip of grass. They wouldn't be able to resist, the sights and sounds of my friend and I, fucking like crazy. Every one of them jerking their cocks as they approached us. I love fucking the man who brought me here, and as my sexy partner and I neared one of our spectacular, simultaneous orgasms, the hard cocks rushed in, shoulder to shoulder, pushing closer, until they were within inches of us. My howling orgasm started the moment he groaned, and I felt the first hot jet of his sperm blasting the walls of my cunt. Exactly on that cue, our watchers throbbing dicks filled the air around us with cum. It rained down until my blonde hair couldn't hold any more, then covered my face, and tits completely. When the cum dump was over, the lusty men took a step back. Each and every one of them pulled out his cell phone, and began taking the absolute nastiest pictures of me, with cum streaming down my face, dripping from my nose, my chin, flowing down my chest, to drool from my hard nipples, in stretchy, pearlescent ropes. It all collected on my belly and finally, flowed like white lava across my open pussy, in the worlds biggest Creampie!


Such was the fantasy that my head started. The kind you can make as big as you want because they're never going to happen in your lifetime, but that fantasy had just been derailed big-time. It was knocked off track buy a much smaller, but even more exciting scenario freshly brewing. This wasn't crazy shit somewhere out in the future. This was possibly real, and happening right now. I couldn't tell for sure yet, but from what I could see, my new fantasy seemed to be tall, and handsome, and staring at me from not too many yards away. I was so turned on at that moment, I had to put my hands on my knees to stop them from visibly trembling. I thought to myself, Am I imagining all this? I'm so horny right now that It doesn't matter if I'm imagining it or not. Only a handful, if that many, opportunities like this one present themselves in a lifetime.
There is no way I can let a chance like this slip by without finding out.


When John didn't break eye contact with me the last time I looked over, it rattled me a little. In that one instant, This shit got real! (well maybe it did) I needed to compose myself slightly, and that was no easy task. I leaned over to pick up my cigarettes and lighter from a small table. For a split-second, I thought my butt was going to slide off the lounge chair. It seems a very large snail has invaded my swimsuit. It was funny for a second, but then quickly reminded me of how turned on I was. My clit was throbbing, and had been protruding out through my inner pussy lips for the last ten minuets.
It was screaming to be touched, and though I'm not really shy, my uncertainty of the situation made me cautious. I wanted to do it in front of John, and do it good, but I wanted to be subtle at the same time. At least until I was positive about his reaction.


Under my pack of cigarettes, was a recent copy of Cosmo magazine. I picked it up along with my smokes. My sexual wheels we're still spinning at 300 miles per hour as I lit a cigarette. I noticed the shadows were getting longer, and the wind from earlier had completely died. The golf course was completely silent except for the occasional bird chirp in the distance. The sun was low in the sky and shining directly towards me. I was illuminated in the afternoon light like a movie set, and the sun was beginning to hurt my eyes. I leaned back into my comfortable position with my knees up as before.
I folded the Cosmo and held it in my right hand, while I smoked my cigarette with my left. Without even thinking about it, it occurred to me that I was shading my eyes by holding the magazine in just the right position. Held that way, much of my face was blocked, and the parts that were not blocked, were completely obscured by a dark shadow. This was it! I could watch John continually. My face is completely blocked, while the rest of my body is brightly lit for him to see whatever I choose to show. Time for me to find out if he really has been checking me out. I took the last hit on my cigarette, and tossed it away with my left hand. I let my hand casually fall to my belly, and began adjusting the elastic waist of my bikini. For the last few minutes, John had been seated on a tall barstool. When I brushed the imaginary ashes from my pussy, he immediately came to his feet. Now I was positive he was watching my every move. Aware that he was going to be hyper focused on the things I was about to do, caused my thigh muscles to quiver uncontrollably from the tension. I gave my thighs a quick shake to loosen things up, and I was ready.


Now I was positive I was being watched. My clit was beginning to throb like a thumb that's been hit with a hammer. She needed some attention soon.
I started using two fingers to lightly trace up-and-down my slit, but on the outside of my Bikini. When John began to show a few signs of restlessness, I turned up the heat slightly, by increasing the pressure on my button and using more demonstrative hand motions. At our distance he probably still wasn't sure what I was doing, but I think he was beginning to get the idea. More out of my own needs, versus what I think he wanted to see, it was time to stop beating around the bush. (pun intended) my pussy is shaved as smooth as a billiard ball. I reached across with my left hand to grasp the
elastic surrounding the right leg hole of my small bikini. I stretched it halfway across and let it snap back down, resting in my wet slit, then started sliding one finger tip all the way down to my asshole, and then ever so slowly back up to make a few circles around my clit. Even though, I made certain to block most of John's view with my hand, there could be no doubt in his mind what I was doing. I was getting more turned on by the minute as I watched John become more animated. He's spun in circles and grabbed his head with both hands as if he was saying, I can't believe what I'm seeing.


I don't think John had said anything to his friend before now, as his friend had remained seated in a cushy pool chair with his back to me the entire time. Now it was obvious he was excitedly telling his friend about this hot blonde chick, who is masturbating in full view. I can hear is excited voice, but I can't make out the words he saying. I picked up the pace, rubbing my soaked pussy faster, and faster. I changed my hand position a little at a time to offer him an ever increasing view of what he was trying so desperately to see. John was so excited to share me with his friend that his voice reached the highest volume it had been. He was repeatedly slapping is seated friend on the shoulder when I clearly heard him say, “DUDE, I’M NOT BULLSHITTING YOU. YOU GOTTA SEE THIS BABE!” That must have finally convinced his friend that I was worth checking out. He rose from his chair, and turned to face in my direction.


Now I had two handsome men watching me, and I was starting to get close.
By then, I had moved my hand entirely above the action, so there was very little obscuring their full view of the pink pussy they wanted so badly to see.
My inner exhibitionist was quite pleased, but she still had one more covered Jewel she wanted to display.
Both men we're standing very still now. No doubt, with their eyes fixed in sharp focus between my legs. I had to cum soon, and I knew it was going to be a massive one. CumSlut was screaming at me again, shouting, “SHOW IT TO THEM!” CumSlut is not someone you want to argue with, SO


I quickly undid the two snaps that fasten the crotch of my bikini. One of the extra features that prompted me to buy this particular swimsuit. I pulled the top half upward, and d****d it across my belly, while the bottom half fell away on its own. Everything pink was completely exposed to their eyes now. I felt the hot sun rays wash across my wet, glistening, asshole. The boys were getting their first peak at my pretty little starfish, and they went nuts.
Suddenly, John's friend turned and bolted for the small back door leading to the garage. Still watching every move the men made from my Cosmo hiding place, I wondered what on earth had caused him to run away from my hot show. I didn't have to wonder for long. It couldn't have been more than 10 seconds when he emerged from the garage, still in a dead run. They both hurried to the far back edge of their patio, getting as close to me as they could without walking out onto the golf course. As they came to a sliding stop, John’s friend raised a pair of powerful field binoculars. Probably at least 7X, and from their size, possibly as much as 10 X. Either way, They just got a whole lot closer to my pink wetness. I was still working my hard clit but using two fingers now. Every few seconds, I reached down to dip those fingers deep inside my hole. My pussy was flowing continually now, so I would collect a fresh scoop of my personal lubricant, then ceremoniously pull a long string of sexy mucous, back up to lubricate my bulging clitoris.


John was desperately trying to get the binoculars away from his friend who had hogged them ever since returning from the garage. The friend didn't want to give them up, and I could hear the two men arguing. I actually felt bad for John, so when Mr. friend finally handed them over to the guy who got this all started, I felt it was my duty to make up for what he missed. I watched as John lifted the powerful lenses to his eyes, and made a minor focal adjustment. Then to stabilize them, he knelt down to rest both elbows on the back of a heavy chair. It instantly raced through my mind, that in this light, and with those binoculars, John was probably seeing every detail of my pussy so perfectly that he could all but taste me. Time for his treat. I had kept my knees in the same position the entire time while I rubbed away. Satisfied that John was perfectly dialed in now,
I raised my hips a good foot above the chase lounge. As I lowered my ass back to the surface, I slowly began spreading my my legs further, and further apart. By the time my ass touched down on the lounge chair. my thighs were parallel to the patio decking, and my knees were pointing as far left and right as I could make them go. It wasn't possible to open my pussy any more than this. I glanced down at my begging clitoris. Instead of rubbing it again right from start, I reached down with my left hand, and using two fingers, I pulled my inner lips as far open as they would stretch.


Even I was impressed by the beauty of my magnificent clit. With nothing around to get in the way. It stood alone like a huge pink marble, nicely pointed at the top. This is as aroused as I've ever been, and I hoped that John could see it pulsing with every heartbeat, the way I could. I held motionless in that position Long enough for John to develop a mental picture that he'll never forget. Still stretched wide open, I began to rock my hips up and down, as if I was fucking the very air around me. The slippery juices still coating my engorged clit, reflected the sunlight, bouncing it around like a
diamond. I hoped he was seeing it as well as I was. Each time I rocked my hips backward, I felt those sun rays warming my wide stretched, and totally exposed asshole. The constant stream from my pussy had kept it wet, and shining in the warm light. I knew he could see it, and wondered how hard he was, and how badly he was longing to push his cock inside my tight ass until his balls touched. I did a couple of Kegel exercises, causing my pink asshole to wink at him. It was my my way of saying. “Cum on in.” From just behind me, I heard CumSlut say, “Nice work!”


The playful thought that danced through my head just over a half hour ago, was that of taking advantage of this special place, and perhaps if I was very, very lucky, I might get to satisfy just a touch of the exhibitionist needs, that hide in the darker recesses of my sexuality. Instead of that little taste I had hoped for, what was really happening at this very moment, was turning out to be the most intense sexual experience of my lifetime, when not physically interacting with a partner.


I have held this pose for long enough. My head is spinning and I have to feel the release of an organism now. I need to cum hard. I took another 15 second peak under my magazine, John still stared intently through the binoculars, but Both men were standing again, and both were massaging substantial bulges in the front of their shorts.I thought to myself, I've gone this far, so why not treat them to the entire show.
I reached back, then tugged the string of the bow knot holding my top on. It fell away easily to expose my stiff nipples. I allowed myself one last split second look across the grass, to make sure John was still watching.


With one deep breath for courage, I went full slut on on those horny strangers. I tossed my magazine in the air to get their total attention. I kept my legs spread wide open, and gaped the swollen lips of my cunt with the same two fingers I've been using. With my right hand free of the magazine, I reached down to my dripping snatch, and inserted my two slender, middle fingers. I stared directly at John's eyes, I wanted him to know that I had been aware of his voyeurism the entire time. I started slowly fingering my wet pussy, increasing the speed of my strokes gradually, until I was going harder, and faster, then even faster, until my abundant cunt juice became a frothy, white foam. I used my fingers to drag some of the fragrant lather away from my spasming hole, and smeared it over my clitoris. It was so engorged with blood now, that it appeared elongated, stretching outward, with the tip almost too sensitive to touch. I knew I wouldn't need to touch it for very long.


The slippery lubricant made my swollen clit look glossy in the low angle sunlight.
With the tip so sensitive, I decided to try doing something to myself, that had only been done to me by the man napping inside. I didn't use my usual style, of covering my clit with my hand, and pressing down as I rub in circles around it.
Instead, I moved my thumb and forefinger to the left, and right side of it, and as close to my body as I could get them. All the way down to the base of my fully erect clitoris. I pinched it lightly between my fingers, and began stroking it straight up and down, in exactly the same manner I would stroke a very small penis. It felt incredible!


I could see my small audience going crazy as they fought over the binoculars. That's when it dawned on me that, without my hand in the way, my entire package, from my asshole, to my hard clit, was still in their full view. A very close up view for the one controlling the binoculars. Right now, it was John enjoying the up close, and personal show I was putting on for him. I was jacking off, right in front of his eyes. Jacking off my hard little cock with the longest strokes I could make, and it was working. I could see him rubbing his big one more furiously, and knowing I had a complete stranger this aroused made me even hotter. I upped the pace of my strokes and felt my climax building. Jacking off as fast as my fingers would move, I felt every fiber in my body begin to tighten, coiling up for the sudden release that I'm craving.


It only took seconds more until my entire body was quaking with head to toe spasms. I tried to keep my eyes fixed on John throughout, but only seconds into my orgasm, I was no longer in control of my body. My eyes closed as my muscles jerked, and my sex holes clenched tightly, again and again. If John was viewing my asshole now, he might be rethinking the idea of putting his cock in there. It could be pinched off.


I'm not a multi orgasmic woman in one sexual session. In fact it's difficult for me to cum, but when the right circumstance, such as this one, or the right lover, like the one I'm here with, get me to that edge, he better be prepared for what happens when he pushes me over. I just toppled over that edge, and I can hear the guttural howling sound beginning to well up deep inside me. I can't make it happen, and I'm powerless to stop it. I can't even describe it, but it's unforgettable. I'm hearing it now, bellowing out of my gut. My legs have slammed together, tightly clenching both hands right where they were.
If my lover napping inside, gets me off with his tongue, He has learned to remove his head before my orgasm reaches this point. He's not a fan of brain damage. I have rolled onto my side now. I can feel my pussy trying to bite off the two fingers I put back inside.


The bellowing sound emanating from within has softened now, and turns into soft sobbing. I don't know why I cry like this. I'm not at all sad, but When I cum this hard, it always happens. For the next five minutes, I'll be curled up in this fetal ball, paralyzed for all practical purposes, with nothing functioning except my brain, and my eyes. The boys didn't stay outside for more than a minute after I collapsed. Perhaps I frightened them away with that sound I made, but more likely they rushed inside to find a private place where they could unleash their stiff cocks, and finish what I started.


As always, my paralysis began to fade quickly. Once I can walk again, I always feel energized. In another hour my only thoughts will be of how fucking hot this was, and how soon I can have another fabulous orgasm. It's fortunate that I am geared that way, because I really want show this sexy man I'm with just how much I appreciate him. I put my suit back on to cover my sticky pussy, and kicked back by the pool to have another smoke and fully recover. Less than than two hours since I ventured outside, I strolled back inside the air-conditioned home. My lover had just finished his nap and was dressing. As he approached me to give me a hug, I held up my hand and said, “You might want to hold off on that for a few minutes, it was really, really hot out there.” With that I stepped into the shower and started preparing for my next fantastic orgasm.


Luckily I had packed some sexy outfits and other things that would enhance the message I wanted to send to him. It was easy for me to be initiating and sexually aggressive toward him considering my elated, nearly adolescent mood. I toasted to him with two neat shots of my usual and went to slip into something very sleazy. When I returned he was sitting outside taking in the evening. I presented myself to him in a very tight, white and silver spandex dress that I call “The mermaid”, due to its long clingy fit to the knee before it flares out and engulfs my 6 inch silver/clear stripper heels. It worked. His cock reached full capacity in two seconds flat and he had to stand to adjust his pants. I grabbed his shirt before he could sit back down and d**g him straight to the bedroom. I pushed him down on the bed, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. then his shirt and boxers. He was loving it. (I try to conduct myself more like a lady with this gentlemen) but not tonight! He tried to speak about something but I wasn’t interested in conversation. I slapped my hand over his mouth and whispered “Shut the fuck up” I climbed on top of him, and guided the thick head of his cock to my opening. I got the alignment just right, them in one motion, I engulfed his entire length, dropping myself on his shaft until I felt his balls smashing into my asshole.
Then I fucked him like it was the World Cup in sexual assault. I rode him nonstop until I felt his hot seed blasting into my womb. Though this happen rather early in the evening he didn’t move again until morning.


Before I slipped into bed with him to cuddle and sleep the rest of the night, I went back out to the patio to finish my cocktail, and have one last smoke.
Across the way, I could see John out on his patio tending to the barbecue. At his side was an attractive woman. Their interactions left no doubt that this was his wife. I thought to myself, no big deal. He didn't cheat on her, he's just a voyeur as practically all men are. While I sat there, they were joined by the friend and another woman. It must be two couples on a holiday together. I'll bet their travel agent didn't mentioned me when he described the local attractions. I had our patio softly illuminated and even though the light was dim, I was positive they could see me sitting there. After fucking my lovers brains out, I had slipped back in to the same slinky dress to go outside. Neither man would so much as glance across in my direction so long as their wives were present, but several times, John walked a small puppy out on the golf course to do his thing.
I hadn’t seen this puppy earlier in the day but John dutifully took it for a walk every few minutes. I couldn't believe the dog needed to go to the bathroom that frequently, plus the fact that each time John put him on the leash, their little walk took them further across the fairway and closer to where I sat. I wouldn't noticed him approaching because both nights we were there we're completely moonless, and had enough nighttime overcast too obscure the stars. The only times I would catch a glimpse of him, were when his path caused him to be back lit between his own dim patio lights, and the position where I was sitting. On his last trip before I went inside, he became bold enough to have the puppy supposedly drag him within 10 feet or so of the pool.
He appeared incredibly nervous and looked like he wanted to say something to me, but couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth. After an uncomfortable silent pause, I decided to play just a tiny bit more. I pushed my elbows together causing my tits to
heave upward bulging out of my low cut dress. Maintaining eye contact with him, I subtly traced the outline of my stiff right nipple with my fingertip. In my favorite sultry voice, I said, “So, did you enjoy yourself?” All he could manage to say was “WOW”
I think he was about to say more when his nerves were shattered by his wife calling him from across the way saying, “John, where are you? Dinner's ready.” Holy shit! I even named him right. Looking very guilty, John turned without another word, and hurried back to his patio.


The next night I wanted to do something more memorable. After lying around in the pool all day with a radio playing Pink Floyd inspired tunes, I began to prepare for his pleasure. Enema, shave, fragrance, all of the things I know he likes. I put a tiny black micro bikini underneath a brand new, see-through black negligee and a short matching wrap. Very classy cherry red lips and a pin-up girl style black liquid eyeliner.
Hair off my neck. Heavy on the lotion from toe to chin. It’s noteworthy that I was ready long before he expected it which was in itself part of the seduction.

Outside once again I touched his skin and kissed his neck. Directly in front of him I slowly stripped off the outer layers. I took his hand and led him to the Jacuzzi. He went to turn off the light in the Jacuzzi, but I told him not to. I said, “It’s our lighting, and I'm stimulated by even the possibly we might be seen by horny neighbors sporting binoculars or maybe the man across the way that walks his puppy all the time.”
I asked him, “Doesn't it turn you on a little to think someone might be watching us while you fuck me?” He admitted that it did. I already knew the answer to that question before he said anything. It hadn’t been that long since we were staying in a Downtown high- rise hotel with one entire glass wall. Our wall was only a stones throw from a busy office building which also was constructed of mostly glass. He tried to act cool, but I knew exactly what he was doing when he ate my pussy, and then bent me over the arm of a leather sofa and fucked the shit out of me. The sofa was only 2 feet from our wall of glass, and he didn't bother to close the d****s by even an inch. As he banged away at my behind, there were at least 60 offices still lit up, and buzzing with people. I knew he liked it, and the Jacuzzi light was left on. With great expectations of what was to cum, we began.


I danced around in the lighted water, pulling the strings that untie the little bikini until there was nothing. I Posed and spread my legs to show him all of the pink I know he wanted. Then I turned around, bent over, and spread my butt cheeks wide so he could clearly view what he was about to get into. This time he was unable to talk. We played and and groped each other for a while with him commenting on how wet and slippery my pussy was, even with the hot Jacuzzi water trying to wash it away. I was getting just as turned on as I had been the day before. Eventually we ended up on a chase lounge chair, right in the middle of The patio. We didn't know, or care if we had been spotted by John, or one of the other men, but if we had, it was turning into one hell of a show!


We fucked in every position the chair would allow us. Some hard grinding cowgirl until he had his first orgasm. It felt so good to feel him filling my pussy with cum after yesterdays dry run. I kissed him while allowing a few minuets recovery time and then sucked him to full mast again. He put me on my knees facing away from him on the chase lounge. He sat down behind me with his feet on the patio deck. My already soaked pussy got even wetter as he started long, slow strokes with his tongue, moving from my clit to my asshole, with pauses to push his tongue deep inside my pussy.
It felt so fucking good when he started rimming my asshole, and taking me completely by surprise with an occasional deep thrust, probing inside me in such a delightful way. He could tell how much he was turning me on, as those occasional plunges evolved into a full on, deep tongue fucking of my asshole. I think my moans became too much for him to take so he stood up and rammed his hard cock into my slick pussy as deep as it could go. He kept me on my knees while he stood straddling the lounge chair, fucking me doggie, harder and harder until he started shooting inside me again. With a loud groan and the deepest thrust of the night, he grabbed my hips and went balls deep in my cunt. He held me there, impaled on his hard cock until he finished pumping his load into me. When he finally released my hips, I rocked forward to slide off his softening cock. As the head slipped out of my hole, I heard a very noticeable, SPLAT hit the seat of the chase lounge. I looked down to see an impressive pool of our combined juices, glistening in the low light. It was so sexy that I turned and engulfed his half hard cock with my mouth to taste our sexy mixture. I finished by sucking the last drops of cum out of his cock, and then we both collapsed on the chase lounge.


As it turned out neither one of us were finished. We sat on the chase lounge with me leaning against the back. He sat facing me still with his feet on the ground. The lust was high and after talking a few minuets I started rubbing my pussy with my fingers, making circles around my swollen clit, and dipping a finger inside now and then to get more of his cum to smear on my clit. He watched me intently and twisted my hard nipples with his fingers and thumbs.


I could see his cock starting to swell. I hadn’t cum yet and needed to now. I rubbed faster until I saw him fully erect again. When I said “Please fuck me again” he grabbed my legs and pulled me down toward him. He slid forward and and pushed his cock inside me. We were fucking again, facing each other but both leaning back so he could watch me rubbing my clit and his cock as he slid in and out of my wet pussy.
He knows me well and when he sensed I was close, I mean right up to that edge again, he quickly pulled out of my pussy and slid in my backdoor. Feeling his hard cock sliding up my ass, balls deep, was all I could take! Within seconds I was making that sound again. I was cumin so hard and loud that lights started to click on in houses around the golf course. He put his hand over my mouth as I screamed for more but the spasms of my orgasm were more than he could take. He pulled his cock out of my ass and covered my tits with his third load. I was paralyzed again by the intensity of my
orgasm but as we sat there catching our breath, he tapped me on the arm and said, “check that out.” He pointed toward the golf course. When I turned my head to look, there was my favorite voyeur John, trying to stay low as he scurried away from those large palm trees I mentioned earlier. I'm sure he had counted on the cover of darkness to hide his voyeuristic activities. What he hadn’t counted on was that the sheer volume of my intense orgasm, would cause everyone present in the neighborhood to turn on their patio light. What's worse, is how difficult it was for him to run while trying to get his pants back up, and zipped before he reached his own patio where his wife stood waiting for him.


It instantly made me hot again knowing that we had been watched. I told my lover to throw a towel around him and follow me. I grabbed a candle from the table, and one of his hands, I pulled him the 15 feet out to the two big palm trees left of the pool. Holding the candle near the closest palm tree, I said, “There it is!, We made him cum.”
A very fresh, and impressively large load of spunk, was still trickling down the bark.
I glanced over at the Jacuzzi, and I'm pretty sure I saw CumSlut sitting in it.
She appeared to be smiling.
My lover and I both laughed about John, and he commented, “Well, who wouldn’t cum? He got a hell of a show tonight!” I smiled at him and ask if he wanted to try for number 4. His legs were shaking as we walked back to the patio, and all he could say was,
“I’ll never look at this chair the same again”