As I'm kneeling there, over my garden, stretching to grab at the last of the weeds, I feel my wet hair caress my heated cheeks. I love that feeling, especially on such a hot day as this one. I'd been working in the garden for over an hour now and the sweat was flowing freely. There was, in fact, so much of it that it has left a wide swatch of moisture between my breasts, leaving my T-shirt soaked down the front.
Leaning back on my heels, I again stop to wonder if I'm crazy to be out here working. No, not crazy, the physical labour does feel nice and my wet hair is keeping my face and head cool. Once again, I'm thankful that it's long and thick, requiring several hours to dry. Oh, I could have used a blow dryer, but on summer days, the intense heat only drags me down, besides, I'm kept cooler this way.
Crouching there, before the array of flowers and weeds, I press my hand up to my chest, flattening my shirt against the valley between my breasts, to absorb the sweat underneath. I look around, wondering about the privacy as I view the landscape and the surrounding neighbourhood. I look, first at my closest neighbour. He's not around, he's working during the day and lives alone, so there was no worry of anyone being around his property for several hours yet. To the other side, my neighbours are far back, with the trees in our yard obstructing their view of our property. I look towards my own house, letting my gaze go past it, and to the street beyond. As usual, there's no traffic; and, even if there were, nobody would see me, nor would they have any reason to enter my driveway. Smiling, I look down at my dirty, sweat stained shirt and then back at the garden, taking note of how much work is left to be done.
I had always wondered about how it'd feel to be this far back in my yard, naked or even just partially naked. It is, after all, my yard and it is quite secluded. I remove my gloves and reach for the bottom hem of my T-shirt. "Dare I?" I wonder...
I'm hesitant, but slowly I free my shirt from my denim shorts. That was easy, now I feel myself getting physically aroused as I raise the shirt even higher -- over my stomach, my breasts. I raise my arms to bring the shirt over my shoulders and my head. I know my bare breasts are almost flat as I stretch my upper torso, freeing it from the shirt. I can't believe it...it's off. Holding my shirt in front of me, I look around and make sure that I am indeed alone.
Looking around myself, again and then up at the sun, then down at my exposed chest, I have to ask myself, "Am I crazy?" I shake my head, "No. Men can do it, I want to do it too and it is my yard." After quickly arguing my point to myself, I slide my fingers along the sweat covered area between my breasts, smearing the salty moisture over my breasts and over my hardened nipples.
Still ignoring my garden and the work there, I cup a heavy breast in each hand, and playfully push them together. They are nice breasts, not too large, just a tad more than a handful, with nipples that are quite large -- good for sucking on. The skin of my breasts are bright white, as was most of my skin from being covered -- protected from the suns rays. Arching my neck forward, drawing my head down, I flick a nipple experimentally, with my tongue. The small action sends a wild sensation throughout my body...all the way down to my sweat soaked pussy. "Gawd, I must be nuts..."
I glance up at my garden guiltily, as I crouch there, flicking my tongue across my tits, arousing myself. I know the garden work must be completed, so with deep regret and a guilty conscience over slacking on my chores, I give my breasts one last gentle squeeze, before releasing them. I reach for my gloves and quickly put them back on so that I can continue with my work.
"Hey," I think to myself, "this isn't so bad." The heat from the sun is burning into my back, cloaking it like a blanket as a breeze caresses my nipples, keeping them hard. They are pointing to the earth, pulled downward by gravity. I glance at them as they bob back and forth with my movements, loose now, but pulled taut each time I stretch forward to grab at weeds. I watch as my breasts are pulled tight then loose, tight then loose...over and over; mesmerizing myself...causing me to want...
I could feel the flowers tickling my stomach, as I reached for more weeds. Over and over, I stop to rub the sensitive area, soothing the goose-bumps that rose each time I receive a tickling sensation. I'm getting frustrated, tired of having to remove my gloves, just to tend to my belly, every time I try to work. Again and again, I find myself having to sit back to rub the tender skin of my stomach and breasts. I want to put my shirt back on, but the warmth and freedom of movement are nice. Finally, I throw up my arms in resignation. I'll suffer, I decide.
With this decision made, I throw myself back into my work. Letting my mind wander, I find I can avoid thinking of the annoying tickling. "Oops!" I gasp as a nipple comes in contact with a plant. I look down and see that the nipple had grown quite large upon impact with the soft petals of the flower. "Now that's an interesting effect." I smile devilishly as I move to rock my body back and forth, letting both of my nipples brush over the flowers.
A soft sigh escapes my lips, as I felt my body responding warmly to the erotically soft touch. Here I am, on all fours, leaning over my garden, rocking. I don't care, though, it feels good. The sun, the flower, the heat, and the wetness that was building deep within myself were all getting to be too much.
I decided to use my imagination to make things interesting. I stared with envisioning hands on me; very masculine hands reaching from behind and cupping my breasts. I couldn't help but to let my imagination fly, as I feel a man's breath lightly bathing the back of my neck. "Oh, I know I'll never get any work done if I let my mind continue on its' present course. Then again, who am I harming?" I stay where I'm at, rocking over the plants, wondering how long I can keep this up; wondering if I could cum this way. The shivers that ran deep inside, told me I could -- with time.
Getting impatient, I reach down and begin working the fingers of my left hand, into the waistband of my shorts. Spreading my legs slightly, so that I can reach into my panties, I can now manoeuver my hand into them. Yes, there is moisture there and a lot it, too. I force my hand in deeper, wanting to feel more, wanting to feel my fingers inside my cunt. Reaching...
And then, from out of no where, a pair of hands rest on my hips. Hands that are greedily, clumsily working to pull my shorts down over my hips. I look back, startled and see you there. But how can that be? "Who are you?" You don't say a word, you reach around and release the buttons of my shorts. As I look over my shoulder, to watch you, you grab my hand and push it down deeper between my legs. I stare into your beautiful blue eyes, and let you assist me in finger fucking my soaked vagina.
Strong arms press into my side, as you guide my hand in and out. Then, without a word, your fingers twine around my own and slide into my cunt together. Our fingers, interlaced, form a mock cock that stretches out my pussy lips, forcing them further apart as we fuck it, slow, but deep. Moaning, I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm.
I hear your gasp of delight as I spread my legs farther apart, allowing our fingers easier access. But, now it doesn't seem to be enough, now I want to feel you fucking my pussy, or my ass, with your hardened cock. I'm not really sure what I want, really. I just know I want something and I want it now and I want it to last a long, long time. I want...
Withdrawing my slim hand from your larger one, I begin the work of removing my shorts the rest of the way. Sensing the change, you also remove your fingers and pull my shorts down over my hips, exposing my ass. I can't help but smile as you carefully assist me in raising my knees, so that the shorts can be removed the rest of the way. Now, I'm on all fours in front of you. "And just who are you?" I ask myself again. But, the answer isn't really important. The only thing that mattered, at the moment, was that I was in a compromising position, wearing nothing but my cotton bikini panties, which are now soaked in the crotch. My ass was still closest to you, so that I had to continue to strain my neck in order to see what you were going to do next. I didn't have long to wait... I gasp, in shock and pleasure, as I see you lean forward, and with hands on my hips, I feel you kissing my cotton covered cheeks. I feel a long, wet lick which forces my panties to go deep between my cheeks, as your tongue pushes into my crack through the material. I groan, feeling my body responding... I need...
A thick finger slips into the leg hole of my panties, diving in between my cheeks. I moan, audibly and brace my legs, readying myself to take whatever you have to give me. I close my eyes, throw my head back, luxuriating in the feel of your fingers playing in such an area. Torn between the wonderfully, exciting feel of having my anus played with, and never having had anyone play there before, I can only wait, in anticipation, of what you are going to do next. I feel your fingers slide across my wet labia, not stopping to play, just slide gently across the tender skin, before tracking their way back to my tight anus.
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