Lemonade

Our young protagonist finds herself enjoying a little morning sunlight, and gets a surprise when her older neighbour suggests coming over for a glass of something refreshing.

The morning sunlight streamed through her bedroom window, casting deep shadows in the corners of her room. She walked in having showered, tossed her towel on to her bed and began to dress for the day ahead. She had a few things to do, but was in no hurry; she had, after all, stayed in bed for a good while longer than her parents might have approved of, but they were out at work, and she had the house to herself.

As she dressed she glanced out of the window, a passing bird catching her eye and drawing it towards the green open space of her back garden beyond. She drew her panties up to her knees and watched the bird dance in the bright morning sky. It alighted on a fence post between her garden and that of her neighbour. She never saw him much; a lone man in his thirties who generally kept himself to himself. This morning though, she noticed he was in his garden, walking across his lawn in his Bermuda shorts, tending to a shrub or two near the fence where the bird stood resting. She noticed how broad his shoulders were for the first time, the tone of his muscular frame seeming to be more defined in the bright sunlight. She felt a slight warming in her cheeks and she realized she'd paused a moment longer than necessary with her panties at her knees. She hurriedly pulled them up, wiggling her hips as she made sure the waistband and hems were nice and straight.

Before moving off to her closet to pick out a summer dress to wear for the day, she glanced out again, momentarily, but couldn't see her neighbour, although the bird was still standing on the fence post, now with its head lifted to the sky, its beak opening and closing in song. She stepped to the window to open it, allowing the birdsong to drift into her room. What better way to start the day than with the warm sunshine and sweet chirruping filling her bedroom? Being closer to the window, she could see more of her neighbours garden, and with a sideways glance she saw that he had pulled out a lounger on to the grass nearer his back door, and was lazing in the sunshine with a pair of shades covering his eyes. She felt herself swoon a little as she admired his taut broad chest, tanned, with a mat of dark hair across his breast. Her eyes followed the line of hair down across his flat belly, to the waistband of his shorts, and she felt a familiar tightening in her core as she saw that within his shorts he clearly had a semi-erect penis. Her mind wondered what thoughts were in his head, while her eyes watched the way it stirred to a long wide form straining under the cotton. She found herself imagining what it looked like, how it would feel in her fingers, or her mouth, as her hand slipped between her thighs. She swallowed hard, realizing that her breathing had become deeper as her chest rose and fell visibly. Her fingertips touched the fabric of her panties and she felt a sharp jolt between her thighs. As she watched, his hands crept over his chest, caressing his sun-kissed skin, slowly descending until they were unbuttoning his shorts and tucking themselves inside, massaging that hidden thickness she now found herself craving..

She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the bird singing, filling her mind with the beauty of nature, and thoughts of how it would feel to have that delicious hard cock filling her little pussy. She spread her legs, leaned one hand against the glass of the window and eased her panties to one side, pressing two fingers between her moistened folds.. she gasped aloud as she pushed them inside, stroking them forward and back as the sunshine warmed her skin, her thoughts lost in her day-dream as she fucked herself towards climax. Breathing hard she felt her back arch as her thighs began to tremble, and then suddenly her fantasy was broken by the sound of her front door bell ringing in the hallway.

Flushed and flustered, her mind raced. She threw a glance out of the window to see the lounger in her neighbours garden empty. She threw on her short silk robe and hurried down the stairs, her cheeks reddened and her legs aching. As she approached the front door she saw the shape of a tall man through the textured glass. She turned the handle and opened the door inwards to the caller; it was her neighbour.

"Good morning, Miss" he said, his warm voice caressing his words, "I've just made some fresh lemonade, I guess you have study to get on with for college, but if you wanted to take a break you're very welcome to join me." His words seemed innocent enough, but she was filled with suspicion - had he seen her, or heard her, at the open window? Was this more than a simple invitation?

"How kind," she responded, "I'm due a break." The low throb between her thighs reminded her of her aching need for release, her moisture oozed from the prospect of living out the fantasy she had been enjoying. She stepped straight out of the front door, letting it swing closed behind her. She followed him across the front yard to his porch, and into his house, her mind swimming, blissfully uncaring of the fact that she was walking in public in just her short robe and her panties. As she stepped across the threshold of his front door he closed it behind her, and, taking her hand in his, led her through a short, tidy hallway to his lounge, where a pair of glass doors were open to the sunshine and fresh air. There was his lounger, and beside it a small glass-topped table with a pitcher of lemonade, complete with ice and slices of fruit. "Take a seat", he said, his voice carrying all of the warmth of a mature, self-confident man. As she sat down, he eyed her from head to toe, his gaze caressing her gown and the length of her bare legs. He poured a glass of lemonade, passed it to her, and moved to sit beside her on the lounger.

"Isn't it a beautiful morning?" He asked, "perfect for laying out in the sunshine and topping up your tan." He smiled, her cheeks flushed, and his eyes cast a bright spark through the air to hers. She realized she was trembling as she heard the faint rattle of ice cubes in her glass. Her nervousness was not lost on him as he placed his warm hand on her bare knee. "Why don't you slip that robe off and enjoy the sunshine?" He asked, drawing his hand to the narrow belt holding it in place. She sat, still and dumb-struck, as he untied the cord, tucking the folds of silk to each side, then gliding his hands up to her shoulders and peeling the soft fabric from her skin. She blinked, sighed, and leant back as he exposed her naked torso to the warmth of the sun, her body tingling at the prospect of his touch, of being pleasured by him.

With the heat of the sun came a wave of self-confidence, as she let her robe fall to her wrists, supporting herself on her arms and arching her back to lift her pert round breasts towards the sky. She lay her head back, lifting the knee furthest from him, parting her thighs to invite his touch. The scent of her arousal rose and mingled with the fragrance of summer flowers, a darkened circle of fabric where her moisture seeped into the pale pink cotton. "Lemonade is good, but I think you'd enjoy my juices more." Oh my god, she thought, I said that out loud. Her head still held back, looking up at the sky, she hoped he couldn't see her cheeks flush red at having spoken such words, but her need was overtaking her, and all she wanted was to feel him inside her.

Within a moment, she felt his fingers tugging at her panties, as her nipples stiffened at the alternating touch of his lips on each of her breasts in turn. She felt his index finger slip up and down between her slick wet folds of skin, reaching up to touch her clitoris, sending bolts of pleasure into her core. She heard him moan deeply, the vibration of his sound rippling through her aureola, causing her to press her chest harder to his hungry lips. She felt the heavenly swirl of his fingertip around her clitoris, her oozing moisture lubricating her smooth sensitive pearl, before he began to stretch her open, pressing first one, then two of his broad, experienced fingers into her pussy. She couldn't hold back a guttural cry of "Ohhh, goddd" as he began to stroke back and forth, reaching deep into her core, the pads of his fingertips massaging the corduroy textured flesh of her g-spot.

The way her bare torso arched beside him, the way the tendons of her neck stretched, her head thrown back, mouth open, dark hair hanging in silky strands, the way her thighs trembled against his wrist, the way her panties rubbed the sides of his fingers as the delved inside her tight pussy; he marvelled at this bronzed beauty beside him. Languishing lascivious licks of his tongue across her breast, he lifted himself from the lounger, unbuckling his shorts as he motioned her to swing herself around and lay back outstretched on the long soft cushion.

Maintaining the steady roll of his wrist between her thighs, he took a position standing beside the head of the lounger, leaning over her to reach her wetness, offering her the zipper of his shorts to unveil the cock she had been craving all morning.

Gathering herself she ran her splayed fingers from his knees to his thighs, reaching up beneath the legs of his shorts, feeling his heat at her fingertips as she drew close to his swollen testes. The fine hairs on the insides of his thighs felt soft as she caressed and squeezed his firm flesh, and when she felt the thickness of his cock she let out a gasp in anticipation. Gripping the thick cotton of his Bermudas, she tugged them down sharply, dragging them over his broad thighs, down past his knees. She yelped playfully as her view was filled with his beautiful penis; long, thick, swollen for her, and cut, his rim flared wide, pulsing deep red.

She gripped the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger and pressed her lips to the tip, kissing the broad head right over his one-eye. French kissing his glans, opening her mouth to let her tongue roll around his head, flicking, tasting the familiar saltiness of precum, forming in beads inside her mouth as she pressed her lips down his length, feeling the cockhead touch the back of her throat as she sucked it deeper into her mouth. He growled as he felt her little mouth tending to his cock. His fingers reached deeper with each stroke as he sought to build her climax so that she would cum whilst sucking him.

She breathed hard through her nostrils as she sucked hard on his shaft, working her lips up and down from the head to half down the length, her finger and thumb rising with matching strokes. His flesh glistened with a thick film of her saliva, the suns rays causing it to sparkle in the morning light. She felt his fingers slipping inside her, bringing her closer to climax. She rolled her hips to the rhythm of his hand as her core began to tighten. Her eyes closed tight as her orgasm began to break in waves through her beautiful young body.

As she came she moaned loudly, the intensity muffled by his cock in her mouth. Her wetness spilled across his fingers and thumb, her thighs trembling, beads of perspiration formed on her bare chest. With a swift movement, he drew her into his arms and lifted her small frame from the lounger, carrying her through the open doors to lay her on his deep soft couch. Holding her legs high by the ankles, he tugged her panties from her, discarding them on the floor and then dropped to his knees, resting her feet on his shoulders as he pressed his mouth to her dripping wet pussy, taking a long lick of his tongue from her ass up to her clitoris. Gripping his shaft in his hand, tugging slowly, he lapped and circled her sensitive bud with his tongue, until he felt her fingers gripping his scalp, holding him to her, her hips rolling against his face, until she screeched out loud and came a second time, more intense and more violently, her body shuddered and her fingernails raked at the top of his head.

As he lifted his head from between her thighs she pulled him towards her, holding his head in her hands and bringing him to kiss her, lapping at his lips to taste herself, her honey dew heaven scented on his tongue. She drew away momentarily, long enough to press her lips to his ear and whisper "fuck me; I want to feel your cock inside me."

With no further invitation he locked his eyes on hers and shifted his hips between her thighs, pressing his swollen cockhead to her slick wet pussy, driving deep inside her in a single movement. Her eyes widened as she felt him fill her, stretching her flesh with his heat, her muscles gripping him tight, giving slightly to his penetrating thrust. He gripped her ankles with his firm hands and pulled them wide apart, lifting himself as he admired her lithe young form beneath him, pressed back into the soft couch, her hands lifted over her head as he began to fuck her, sliding forward and back, withdrawing to the very top, then driving balls-deep so his cockhead pressed her cervix.

Her moans became screams as he pounded her hard, reaching his hand forward to grip her soft breast with his fingernails. Rolling his hips his flared glans rubbed her g-spot, forcing a third climax to ride through her mind and body, washing in waves over her skin and deep in her core. Within seconds he had her building again, his frantic fucking getting harder and faster, her hands gripping his backside, nails tearing at his taut buttocks, pulling him further inside with each stroke, spurring him to cum inside her.

Sensing her urgency, he pulled out, deftly flipped her over into a kneeling position and spread her butt cheeks with his fingers, guiding his cockhead into her pussy once again. He lifted himself off his knees and drove into her forcefully, reaching forward to hold her hair with one hand and to grasp her bare breast with the other. Grunting and gripping her butt with his strong hands he thrust hard one final time and pressed himself deeper, his climax ripping through him as his testes released his cum, ejaculating thick ribbons far inside her pussy, his seed filling her womb with warmth and a feeling of sweet satisfaction.