Vignettes

Your body hangs limp over the branch, your arms thrown back over your head, your fingers trailing in the muck and leaves on the floor, your hair hanging down in the mud, your eyes rolled back into your head, stars circling in your brain as fatigue overtakes you… I’ve lifted your heels onto my shoulders and am holding your legs under your knees, my hands cupping your knee caps about 18” apart. Pushing them back so your trainers fall down over my chest, your thighs touch your belly and your pussy tastes the warm afternoon air… Lifting myself up I press the tip of my cock against your labia, sliding it down between the lips. You are beyond exhaustion, and can only let out a slow moan as it glides between them and enters your wet hole. You have abandoned yourself to me and now I will use you in every way possible before I let you get away. My fingers claw at your legs, slapping the backs of your thighs. I take my palm to the side of your ass as I fuck you hard now, riding your pussy, feeling it tight and wet around my thick shaft. The pleasure of taking you this way is so great, the intensity rising through my body as I have you in my hands, your body a mere toy for me, a rag doll for the taking.

Off I go to survey your house, you phoned me up a week or two ago and we discussed what you could do with the place, a side extension here, maybe a loft conversion. I arrive with my gear and knock on the door. How surprised I am when you come to the door and you look the way you do, beautifully natural as you make your way through your day at home. It’s 10am and you have some coffee brewing in the kitchen. You offer me a cup while I set about sketching up the floor plan. White and one sugar I tell you as you busy your self in the kitchen. I watch as you walk away from me, transfixed on your arse as it sways from side to side under your floaty skirt. Your hips sway and I begin to wish there was a way I could engage you in some flirting.

I take out my laser measure and start zipping round the rooms, writing down the figures on my sketch, my camera at the ready to snap the little details that need to be drawn up later. As I work you sit down in the lounge, sipping your coffee and chatting away about what you really like and dislike about the house. As I take photos across the room I notice the way your frame sits so comfortably, the relaxed proportions of your body in relation to the sofa, the way the low-light flickers over your skin. I direct the camera surreptitiously in your direction, wanting to capture this vision for posterity. As I do so you catch my movement, a look of curiosity on your face as my finger presses the button. My face flushes as I realise my somewhat unprofessional activity has been spotted, but you smile and ask quickly if this is something I always do with my female clients. To be honest it isn’t, but the moment just overtook me and your charms dragged my normally straight-laced and careful countenance momentarily into a state of lewd voyeurism…

As I go to put away the camera you stop me, asking if there isn’t anything else I’d like to record for my personal pleasure. Looking you up and down, imagining the delights concealed under the short blouse and cotton skirt, I flush once more, feeling slightly awkward, but pleasantly surprised by the way things seem to be going. Well, I say, perhaps there are a few other shots I’d like to get, going on to ask you if you would like to drape yourself over any other items of furniture. You tell me to get on with my work, make sure I get everything measured and then make my way upstairs to the master bedroom. As I continue with my survey I am constantly aware of your attention, your eyes following me around the room, watching me walk, stretch, sketch and write. You smile inwardly as you see me clench my buttocks through my suit trousers, the material riding and falling as I move my legs to reach over the furniture.

As I near completion, I make my way across the landing towards the master bedroom. I stand in the door way, one button on my shirt undone, my collar loosened around my neck. I look in, around the half-closed door, and catch a glimpse of your leg hanging off the side of the bed. You beckon me in, asking me if this is what I had in mind for my portfolio. I reach into my pocket to pull out my camera as I approach the bed. Taking a couple of shots of you in repose across the bed sheets, I ask politely if I can touch you. Receiving an affirmative, I stoop to kneel at the side of your bed, taking your heeled shoe in my hand; lifting it to my lips I kiss the bridge of your foot, sliding my hand over your ankle and up the length of your calf. Taking the heel of your shoe I tug it slowly away from your foot, letting it drop to the floor as my hands cup your arch. I lower my head and close my lips around the end of your big toe, kissing and sucking on it as I hear you sigh gently, letting yourself fold into the soft linen.

Pulling away you let your eyes roam all over me, not bothering to hide the need simmering in your blood, though unsure of how you want to handle me. The feeling of my fingers wet with the rain against your thigh, your skin tingling under my touch. You stand up looking down at me, the rain dripping off your hair onto my face "Follow me?" you ask.

My eyes darken and my lips twitch as I stand so we are chest to chest. "Lead the way." With a little extra swing in your hips you head to a covering of trees. My hand resting on the curve of your hip, the heat of my body close behind you as we walk away from the running path.

You had been horny since before you saw me, running in the rain does that to you, but in the past three minutes from the first touch your body has started to burn from the inside out. Everything in you is now centred on having me. The rain and the cool air of the shade of the trees hit your skin and a shiver rips through you. You glance around the gathering of trees, no real plan in your mind, just an animalistic need driving you. You spot a tiny alcove away from the path. A big leafy tree almost hides the small space. It is perfect.

Without a word you enter the alcove and go about 10 steps before stopping. You turn and face me, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and approval. "You.." you say, putting your hands on my chest and gently shoving me against the cement wall of the tiny alcove. "..Are going to remember me this time."

You lean in, pressing your body against mine fully, and run your tongue down the side of my neck. You feel my pulse jump as you nibble your way to my ear only to have your head pulled back sharply. My hand was suddenly holding your ponytail tightened, your pussy throbbing in answer. "Ohhh," you coo in appreciation, but I cut you off, my head coming down and my mouth covering yours.

I taste so damn good-hot, potent, and male. My muscles flex and dance under your hand as you sweep them down over my chest and stomach to my belt. Your fingers shaking in eagerness as you unsnap and unzip my pants. Pushing aside the wet material, you groan into my mouth when my cock leaps into the palm of your hand.

The grip on the back of your head tightens and I tug your head back. My mouth sliding over your wet cheek to your ear, where I nip at your sensitive lobe, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your pussy. "What are you going to do with that, naughty girl?"

You pull back slightly, shaking your head dislodging my grip from your head. " I am going to make it mine." as you bend your knees.

I watch as you kneel in front of me, the rain streaming through the tree's leaves and soaking the top of your head as your hot breath drifts over my naked cock.

You take a long lick, hearing me suck in a sharp breath. You swirl your tongue over the sensitive head, circling the base of my shaft with your fingers and stroke. Caressing the full length of my cock while your lips are wrapped around the top, gently sucking on the head. You pop me out of your mouth, licking me like a lollipop for a brief moment before taking me in deep..