Chrissie woke up to the sound of rain spattering against the windows. She groaned and turned over, her arm instinctively outstretched to slip round her husband’s waist. Her arm met empty space, and still-warm sheets. Chrissie sat up, frowning, her long chestnut hair dishevelled around her shoulders. He never gets up before me, she thought. She called out.
“John?”
There was no reply. Chrissie got up and out of bed, grabbing her robe. She went to the French doors of their holiday home, a small cottage in the Peak District. It served their purpose perfectly. They liked to hole up in the evenings and relax, but in the day they took long walks together, traipsing through the beautiful countryside and soaking up the stunning views. She threw open the doors and breathed in the fresh air. A light breeze blew, carrying the still pouring rain onto her face.
She couldn’t see him, but their car was still parked by the front door of the cottage so she knew he couldn’t have gone far. Distracted from her mission, Chrissie stepped out onto the terrace to get a better look at the surrounding area. There was nothing for miles around; the nearest house was three miles away, the town a further two miles on. It was idyllic.
Suddenly, she sensed someone behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, and she turned as John came out onto the terrace.
“Where have you b-?” Any further words were cut off as his mouth covered hers, his strong arms encircled her slim form and pulled her body tightly to his. She responded, arching her back slightly, pressing her groin against his. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue, and they kissed passionately, her hands in his hair, hungrily pulling him to her.
Chrissie protested as John pulled away, but quietened when his hand went to the belt holding her robe together. Pulling at the tie, he grinned wolfishly as the silk slid easily apart to reveal her pert breasts, flat stomach and bare pussy.
She blossomed under his appreciative gaze, and arousal zinged through her body, swelling her vulva and moistening her cunt. Reaching down to slide a finger between her pussy lips, he then brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off her juices. She grinned impishly and stepped towards her husband. Putting her hands to the t-shirt at his waist, she pulled it up, kissing each bit of exposed skin as it was revealed.
Finally, she tugged the t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Her manicured fingers expertly undid the button fly of his jeans and released his straining cock. Holding it in her hand, she knelt down on the rain-soaked decking and slid her lips over the swollen head, already sticky with his pre-come. He gasped, reaching forward to tangle his fingers in her tousled hair.
The rain fell faster, plastering Chrissie’s hair to her heated body as she licked, sucked and teased her husband’s rigid cock. Cupping his balls in her hand, she scratched her fingernails lightly across the delicate skin, chuckling to herself as he jumped beneath her touch. Then, pulling her mouth from around his shaft, she moved down to his balls, nibbling and licking at them as she stroked his length. Feeling his cock twitch and his balls tighten, she wasn’t surprised when he reached down and cupped his hands under her armpits, pulling her off him and into a standing position.
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He turned her around. Guiding her, John manoeuvred his wife’s body until she was bent over the railing surrounding the terrace, with her ass in the air. Then, he knelt down behind her and placed his hands on her ass cheeks. Parting them, he enjoyed the view of his wife’s glistening pussy for a couple of seconds, before burying his face between her soft thighs. He began to lap at her juices, getting hornier as he discovered just how wet she was. He then lowered his head so he could reach her clit.
Touching it with his tongue, he suppressed a smile as Chrissie moaned and clutched the railing harder. He began to circle the tiny nubbin slowly with his tongue, every now and again taking it into his mouth to briefly suck and nibble on it. She tensed, and, sensing his wife’s approaching orgasm he inserted two fingers into her saturated hole.
There was a rumble of thunder overhead. John glanced momentarily skyward, then back to the plush pink lips and swollen clit in front of him. He began to finger fuck her, the rumbles of thunder drowning out her cries. Thrusting faster with his fingers, he flicked her swollen bud relentlessly with his tongue. He felt her cunt squeeze around his fingers and pulled them out – standing quickly and replacing them with his straining cock.
They both gasped at the sensation of his cock filling her pussy, stretching her around his shaft. His hips slapped against her rain soaked skin as he thrust slowly in and out of her.
The sky above lit up with a bolt of lightning and the couple instinctively looked up. The rain pelted harder against their naked bodies, and John followed suit and began to fuck Chrissie more forcefully. She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders – the water running in rivulets down her back and running into the crevice of her ass.
Feeling his orgasm approaching, John gripped Chrissie’s hips hard for leverage as he fucked her. He saw her hand move from the railing down between her legs, clearly to hurry her own climax along.
He slapped a hand across her round buttocks. She screamed in pleasure and frigged her clit harder. John slapped her again and again, knowing it would hurt more on wet skin, and that the pain turned her on. He looked down and saw red marks, the cold paling her skin, making the red more vibrant in contrast.
The rain continued to pour, the sky lighting up periodically as he felt the familiar tingling at the base of his spine, and the tightening of his balls. He sped up, Chrissie still meeting him thrust for thrust. Soon, he could hold on no longer, and with a yell, he spurted his seed deep inside her red hot, soaking pussy, vaguely aware of her shouts and the orgasmic grip of her cunt around his shaft. Spent, John collapsed onto Chrissie’s back and they leant gasping together as the elements battled on.
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Back in Ten — Kris Winter
He walked through the lunch crowd at the food court. After he found the rental place, he could probably grab a bite and make it back to the agency in time for his afternoon meeting. He hoped his fitting wouldn’t take too long. He wasn’t a tux guy, but you have to play along when your best bud’s getting hitched.
She wasn’t hungry. She just wanted to bundle the latest bunch of returned tuxes, lock up and hang the “Back In Ten Minutes” sign. Then she’d go in the back and deal with her tension. Maybe have a cigarette afterwards. She always got like this when her boyfriend was out of town for more than a week.
There it was, and not far from the food court. He pulled the door open and walked up to the counter. There was a mid-twenties chick with long red hair stuffing jackets in a garbage bag.
She stood up and looked at her next customer. He was a muscular guy who really needed a haircut… Exactly what she had been looking for when she was still single.
“Hi, I’m with the Miller wedding… The name’s Craig”. He got this out before he noticed that her cleavage was considerable even standing up straight. He tried not to stare. His gaze took in her shapely hips contained by a wrap-around peasant skirt.
“Hi. Janis. They called in the sizes and said you’d come in. ” She located his tux from a rack beside the counter. “Here’s yours, you can try it on back there.”
She watched him walk to the fitting rooms in the back. She wondered if he had just bought those jeans?… Which looked to be a full size too small… She felt a sweet tingle down below.
Inside the small room, he hung his golf shirt and jeans on the hook. He quickly put on the tux, yet took the time to insert the cufflinks, put the cummerbund around his waist and step into the patent leather shoes.
“What the hell?” she asked herself, and hurriedly put the “Back In Ten Minutes” sign on the front window and locked the door.
He stepped out of the fitting room and turned to the three angled mirrors, adjusting his bow tie. She got to the back of the store just in time for him to turn to her. She should have known he’d be irresistible in a tux – He looked good in a fucking golf shirt.
“Do you think it needs any alterations?” he asked.
She saw it fit him to a T, off the rack, just as it was. She took a deep breath, and raised the tape measure she’d grabbed in her hurry to the back of the store.
She said, “Maybe just check the inseam. Everything fits great, but you’ll be in it a long time. Might as well be comfortable.”
“Oh… Okay.” He watched as she squatted down to his pant cuffs. This confirmed his first suspicion, that she actually wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the purple blouse. She held the tape to the cuff and extended it the length of his leg to his crotch as she swayed forward revealing a nipple. He was becoming erect.
“Left or right?” she asked.
Swallowing hard, he asked, “What?”
“Do you… Does this hang left or right?” With this, she put her hand on his bulge.
“I never thought about it…” he said.
“We should check”. She unzipped his fly, reached her thumb and forefinger in, past the fly of his jockeys as well and gently pulled his penis out.
He clumsily put his hands on her breasts, kneading them against the material of her blouse. Quickly undoing the remaining four buttons, he stripped her to the waist as she switched hands to keep working his penis. He now slowly put his hands on her breasts again, massaging her nipples. She got up on her tiptoes and kissed him, tracing his lips with her tongue. She then stepped out of her shoes and undid her skirt, letting it fall. There she was, a beautiful natural redhead standing naked before him.
His cock had grown to its fullest. He began to undo his belt, when she stopped him.
“Please”, she begged. He stopped and waited. She led him to the three mirrors, and had him face the center one. Then she took his shoulders and pushed him so he sat on the floor and then had him lay on the floor, dressed in a complete tuxedo with his hard cock standing erect.
Next she stood over top of him, one foot at each of his sides. She lowered herself and took his cock with her hand and put it to her pussy, rubbing it the extent of her slit. She gasped as he grabbed her buttocks, pulling her onto him. She let out a little cry as she took him. She rose back up, savoring his length and slid down as slowly as her need allowed. She closed her eyes as the movement of her hair brushed her hard nipples.
He admired her breasts bouncing to her movement – Then happened to look into the three angled mirrors. Here were three new visions of ecstasy. He watched as her sexy round ass rose and fell to the crotch of the tuxedo pants. With his hands, he parted her cheeks, just a little rudely so he could better see where his cock was being sheathed.
She sped up, till her breathing became panting. She grabbed his shirt, popping buttons and thrust her tongue into his mouth. This was to muffle her scream as she came urgently, moistening the front of his pants with her spent passion.
Before she came to rest, he reached his point of no return. To keep the motion of her pussy lips against his cock, he savagely pulled her to him, till he came, mixing his passion with hers.
When normal breathing had returned, she kissed him lingeringly on the mouth and removed herself from him. She timidly picked up her clothes and dressed as he entered the fitting room to change.
As he was leaving, some time after he’d given up on lunch, and after the door was again unlocked, she said, “Thanks for stopping by… And I’ll have your tux dry-cleaned before the big day… No charge!”
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