BurnForYou

BurnForYou

M54

Digging trenches

March 31 2020

She’s been watching him digging the trench along the footpath, skin glistening from work and the heat. It’s hot, the sort of heat that relentlessly draws sweat to the skin, making her summery dress cling to her skin. Her mind wanders as she watches, what’s he doing? No hi-viz, his old T-Shirt clinging to his hard body, barely covering his sun browned arms. Muscles rippling with exertion each time he swings the shovel.

She looks and he’s gone. Suddenly there’s a knock, she hesitates as she realises it's him at the door. As she opens the door his eyes meet hers, it’s as though she’s naked, a shiver runs down her spine. He follows her to the kitchen for a drink of water. She can feel him, smell him, taste him…. She’s pouring some water at the sink, is that his breath on her neck?

Electricity runs down her spine as she feels his hands move to her waist. She can feel his hard body against hers, his lips on her neck, his breath in her ear… raw. His hand runs up under her dress sliding easily with the sweat. Then his hand moves down.. her legs almost give way as his fingers find her wet pussy… she moans.

Suddenly he lifts her up, placing her on the kitchen bench. Again those eyes… she’s his. Wordlessly he puts her hands by her sides. Lifting up her dress, he pulls down her panties and spreads her legs. Moving down his lips and tongue tasting and exploring first around her pussy teasing, tickling and then around her arse and finally in her moist pulsing pussy. Her hands move from her side and she’s guiding his head in its work.

It builds, all her muscles tensing, she nearly falls from the bench as his tongue, lips and fingers work her. He’s finding places in and around her pussy that she never knew she had. Slow, fast, deep, soft, hard. When it comes it’s not an explosion, more like a nuclear reaction moving to all parts of her body. He pauses for a moment, she relaxes, but he’s not done as she builds a second and third time. Her body is limp in ecstasy as she nearly slides off the bench.

He lifts her off the bench, barely feeling her weight and gently moving her to her knees. She’s facing him, those old jeans barely containing his cock. Her hands slide up to his chest and then slowly down to his belt. She unbuttons his old 501’s, and slides down his Bonds revealing a beautiful cock demanding her full attention…

She holds his balls in her hand, gently pulling as her hand slowly works his cock. At first gently and then firmer, the veins bulging so hard that it feels solid. Then she begins teasing with her tongue, the shaft, the tip. Her lips brush the tip of his cock as her fingers tickle just below his balls and towards his arse. Now she’s working his cock with her mouth as her fingers work magic on and around his balls.

He can feel it building rising, he wants her. He lifts her up, turns her around to face the bench. Lifting up that pretty dress to reveal her beautiful pussy glistening. He enters slowly at first and then harder, until they are both lost in the rhythm. When he comes, his knees go weak, and he can feel her shaking from another climax.

Briefly he holds her as they collapse together on the bench, their mingled sweat bonding them. Then without a word he moves away. She turns to look at him as he pulls up his old jeans. A momentary gaze, a knowing smile as he finishes the glass of water, thanking her for the cool relief as he leaves.