Her very nervousness about mentioning the matter was exciting to her. She knew he was dying to see her with as much bare skin as possible. She grinned and took off her shoes as he spoke, then interrupted him. "Not really, Herbert," she said slowly. "We're both adults. We've seen people with no clothes on before. I'd be lying if I told you my husband was the only man I'd ever seen in the buff. And I'm sure you must have seen more than a few naked women in your time.”
The blood pounded in his head. My God, was he going to get her to strip in front of him? He was especially complimented by her last observation and grinned acknowledgment… Now her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and she was fooling with the snap. The sight of her naked feet in the grass made him think of having the rest of her luscious body the same way. He leaned forward.
"Here, Jane,” “he said, not believing his good fortune. "Let me help you with that.”
He undid the snap and laid open the side of her skirt. His eyes were fixed on the black silk material of her undergarment. It was all he-could do to keep from cramming his hand inside and feeling. She asked if he was going to strip too and for a second his mind boggled. This was too good to be true. If she was just teasing him he'd kill himself. "Sure," he answered. "Can't let you get all the sun.”
He took off his shoes and shirt and when he looked up Jane was sitting on the grass in nothing but her long top. The bottom of it came just below her crotch, preventing him from seeing her sex by the barest margin. And as he watched with bated breath, she began unbuttoning even that.
She glanced up and saw him sitting in his pants. Nice shoulders, she observed, and solidly muscled arms. When he made no move to go further, she egged him on. "Not leaving your pants on, are you?" she calmly asked. "Don't you want to be tan all over?”
He'd let this go far enough, he thought with frustration. He was through playing the part of the gentleman. "Listen, Jane," he told her, "if you want to know the truth I left my pants on so I wouldn't embarrass you. I've been getting hot as hell from watching you, and my cock's hard as a brick.”
She laughed softly. "It isn't exactly a secret. I noticed it sticking up under your pants back when we were still in the golf cart. But you ought to give me more credit, Herbert. Seeing your cock won't embarrass me. It'll do something different.”
He jerked his belt from its loops and tossed it on the ground, then kicked his pants off. His penis stood straight out under his boxer shorts. "You mean you'll like seeing it?" he asked. "Is that how it'll make you feel? Here it is then!" He pulled his shorts down and his firm member sprang free. The look in her eyes was openly appreciative.
"Nice," she said huskily, "nice. You're built real good. The hell with the sun-bathing, Herbert. Seeing that thing makes me think of something else.”
He was feverish with desire. "God damn it, that's the kind of straight talk I like from a woman. Get that top off, will you? You must know Fm champing at the bit to see those big jugs of yours. I knew fucking well you weren't wearing a bra over them when I first picked you up today. And how about your panties? They're still on.”
"Watch me," she told him. "They're coming off.”
"If you don't hurry up about it, I'm going to come off myself," he said with a grin.
"That'd be a shame, Herbert," she pouted. "Don't let that happen just yet, will you?" She unbuttoned the bottom and let the breeze blow her top open. Her fully packed breasts bobbed nakedly in front of his eyes.
"Jesus Christ, honey!" he exploded. "I hope you don't expect me to keep my hands off those damn things!”
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She knelt then from her sitting position and stuck her thumb in the waistband of her black lace panties. With slow, sensuous manipulations of her hand and hips, she worked the undergarment downward over the tanned loveliness of her slender legs. She watched his penis bob with life as he looked on.
"If those fucking things are coining off," Herbert suddenly fumed, "they got to come off a hell of a lot faster than that." He made his move, stepping to her and taking the top of the filmy undergarment in his hand and holding her wrist with the other. Then he drew them down to her knees and urged her onto her feet. When she was standing up he jerked them to her ankles and stepped between her feet, holding the panties to the ground. Then he took her in his arms and pulled her sideways, leaving the panties on the grass and her lush body completely naked.
She felt the heat of his hard member against her bare groin. The touch made her go weak against his broad chest and throw her arms around his back. "Hug me, Herbert," she said. "I was a bitch for teasing you like that. I was taking way too much time to get naked. I'm glad you finished the job for me.”
He smiled and pulled her tighter, insinuating the end of his stiff organ into the curly forest between her legs. "Feel that?" he wanted to know.
"Ummmm, God, you know I do!" she said. "I know a better place for it, though.”
"You're hot for me already, aren't you?" he said, amazed. "I could go for it now too, baby, but I got to love you up more before I stick it in. Here, lie down on the grass so I can get some good loving from you before I shove it to you.”
He picked her up in his arms and eagerly lay her down on the ground under the shade of the tree. She lay limp like putty and let him do what he wanted. He started kissing her mouth and face, then moved lower to her neck and upper chest. "You know I got to suck this pair of tits some, baby," he whispered. "You know I got to do that.”
She brazenly took his hand and shoved it between her legs and at the same time, grabbed the stalk of his member. "Suck all you want, lover," she said. "I love it. But work on my cunt some, too. I'm so hot I want a little bit of love there.”
He moved his fingers all over her groin with frantic, nervous motions, then took her outer lips firmly between his thumb and forefinger. "Lemme get you nice and wet down there then," he said consolingly. "If you want to be loved there you got to be prepared for it.”
The second his fingers touched the naked flesh of her sex, underneath all her hairs, he found out she was plenty wet already. Her love juices flowed across the slick surface of her warm vulva and made her curls stick to her skin in ringlets. "Shit, you're hot as hell already!" he exclaimed. "You don't even need to be fingered!”
"Maybe I don't need to be," she whispered, "but I want to be. My pussy's wet okay, but it's going to get even wetter if you play with it. God ahead and finger-fuck it for me.”
As she spoke she moved her own hand on his penis. She had just been holding it until then and that was exciting enough. But when she moved it, he felt the moistness of her fingers and palm slide up and down and groaned from the pleasure.
Her vagina was making little undulations.
The action of his fingers on her slippery outer lips was getting her excited awfully fast. She knew he was very hot too and didn't want to risk having him reach his peak with his organ still in her hand, so she raised her knees and urged him downward.
"I need more than just a plain fuck from you, baby," he told her, rising slightly off her body.
He wants me to blow him, she thought to herself. He wants my mouth on his cock for a few minutes before he rams it in where I need it. Okay by me, as long as there's plenty left for later. But she was wrong. He flipped her over on her stomach and grabbed a breast in each hand from behind. Then she was surprised by the touch of his penis against the back of her long legs". For a little while he was content to rub it up and down the surfaces, but soon he pushed hard and forced her thighs apart. The hot head of the instrument pressed upwards toward the cheeks of her buttocks and she felt it touch the soft skin of the rounded hillocks. "Hey, what's going on?" she cried. "You trying to-”
"I'm not trying, I'm doing it, baby," he grunted, pumping away on top of her. "If you've never had it in the ass, just hang on. You'll love it back there!”