Heat

This is the weather we have been dreaming off all through the long, dark, dreary winter. Suddenly we are in the middle of a heatwave, with temperatures of 80 in the shade. As soon as we could get away from the business last night we headed for the summerhouse and went for our first swim of the year in the sea.. Afterwards we just sat outside and had cold beer and hot dogs as the sun slowly went down. It would have been nice to have stayed the night there; it is much cooler on the coast and our house in the town is hot and airless in summer; but we had to get back.

I was undressed and sitting on my side of the bed. When Heather came in she sat down on her side to undress and I flopped onto my back so that I could watch her. Then she flopped back as well so that we ended up lying head-to toe. She made a determined grab for my cock and I tried to part her legs but she kept them firmly together.

”Too soon” She whispered. ” I want you to play with some other bits first”

So I fondled her bum and reached out for her breasts. I pinched one of her nipples and squeezed. She pinched one of mine and squeezed back harder. It became a contest as to who would scream first, a contest I knew I would lose, and all the while she continued to savage my cock. It was obvious she wanted to be in charge for a change.

She rolled me onto my back and climbed aboard, impaling herself on my aching cock and then leaning forward to tantalise me by swinging her full, pendulous breasts in my face. I strained upwards, sticking my tongue out as far as I could in an attempt to brush a passing nipple as it swung within range. During these gyrations she must have hit a sweet spot because suddenly, from playing games, she seemed to become deadly serious. She leaned forward over my head to grab the rail at the foot of the bed. Little gasps came more frequently as she swivelled and rocked her pelvis, all I could do was lie there passively as she herself sought out the most satisfying movements and positions. I couldn’t really tell what was going on but I imagined that was only just penetrating her and that she was contriving to rub her clit on my pubic bone.

She very nearly came in that position, but not quite. Fatigue began to set in and she threw herself back so that she was lying on top of my legs and treating me to a view of my cock disappearing inside her. I pressed a wetted thumb onto her clit and massaged it while she still slid back and forth onto me. I came first, but only by a fraction of a second; my grunts and the rythmic pulsing of my cock pumping my seed deep into her was enough to push her over the edge and I could feel her contracting on me even as I was still filling her with the last drops.

This, for us, is a rare occurrence and was deeply satisfying. We fell asleep on the bare sheet, uncovered and naked in the sweltering heat. I’m clearly going to have to insist Heather takes the role of predator more often.

HNT: Intense

'I'm gonna get you in my tent, tent, tent tent, tent
Where we can both experiment, ment, ment, ment, ment...'

The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band - Tent Lyrics-Vivian Stanshall



Happy Half Nekkid Thursday everybody!

Intense Intents. In Tents

We’ve just enjoyed the hottest weekend of the year so far and, as luck would have it, it was our turn to have Saturday off. So there was no question but that we should get out of town just as soon as we could on Friday night and spend the whole weekend at the summerhouse.

Saturday afternoon, while we were enjoying a late lunch and a cold beer, looking out over the deep blue of the sea from our patio, when a naughty little idea crept into my head…

Now, making love in the afternoon in our little bedroom there is fine. The house is a cool sancuary from the blast-furnace heat outside and the sumlight coming through the window is filtered by the trees outside producing dappled patterns of light and shadow on our naked bodies as we lie side by side. But, the thought struck me that I have never actually had sex in a tent before. I can’t speak for Heather and she’s not minded to let on but as we have a couple of family-sized tents down there and an inflatable mattress I thought we could give it a go.

Heather was lying on the sunbed in her swimsuit, straps pushed waaaay off her shoulders and reading a book while I put up the tent. To her credit she didn’t make any ’Carry On’-type comments like asking if I was having difficulty getting it up, or offering to help with my erection, and in a short while it was ready and I was lying on the airbed inside, waiting for her. It was supposed to be a four-person tent and I suppose it could sleep four… if they were very good friends. But it was just the right size for what we had in mind.

It was hot inside the tent, hotter than I had expected, and when Heather joined me and peeled off her swimsuit it got hotter still. It was like a mini-sauna as we lay side by side with sweat gathering in every crevice. We had zipped up the doors to start with, so that we were isolated inside our little bubble, but with the sounds of outside coming in; the cry of the seagulls, the shrieks of the kids enjoying themselves on the beach, someone mowing his lawn. Eventually, however, we were forced to roll up the entrance flaps to let what little breeze there was caress our perspiring bodies. It also gave us a view out, although with the disadvantage that anyone coming up the path to our property on a surprise visit would have had more of a surprise than they had bargained for.

We held each other close and kissed, our skin sticking to each other so we had to peel ourselves apart carefully. I climbed on top of her and entered her straight away: she needed no preparation, she was already soaking wet. This was no time for energetic feats of gymnastics, it was simply too hot. I just pleasured myself gently in her body and looked into her face gazing lovingly back up at me.

I rolled off her and knelt up beside her to pleasure her a little with my fingers. Her orgasm was sharp and sudden and took me by surprise, and afterwards she lay with her back to me and I entered her again, slowly and gently. But I really wanted to come while looking into those lovely eyes, so I had her roll onto her back again and she willingly parted her legs for me in that beautiful gesture of giving.

We left the tent up overnight. I, at least, wanted more.

Sunday afternoon was just as hot just and cloudless. We held our little rendezvous in the tent as before but this time I had the camera with me. I had an idea for some pictures suitable for ’Half Nekkid Thursday’ and ended up with a few that were definitely UNsuitable for anything other than private viewing. We were also bolder: Fucking doggy-style in the doorway. Hidden from public gaze but right in-yer-face for anyone (like Heather’s mother for example) who might take the shortcut from the coast path, between the thick cover of the wild roses onto our property. But that just added to the excitement. What would she do anyway? Does she seriously belive we don’t have sex? Maybe she did see us and turned away again without saying anything. Who knows, or even cares?

Heather went to fetch cold beer and fruit juice and we lay in our little capsule, making plans, touching each other gently and listening to the sounds of the seaside, enjoying the scent of honeysuckle and wild roses and pine trees wafting on the breeze.

It was a most welcome time-out in the middle of the day, when it was too hot to do anything else. We’re looking forward to a long, hot summer.

The view out from the tent, featuring a special guest appearance by FC's size 12's

Missing You

In less than three weeks time, we’ll have Daughter home again after her year in Brazil. You can tell just how sad and homesick she is from the way she pours out her heart in the long, emotional e-mails she sends to us.

Here’s this morning’s offering:

Hey guys :D

got back safely from Belo Horizonte, and had a great time.

About going to Germany, It´s gonna be Frankfurt or real near. In the beginning of August, but don´t worry, I´ll be back in time to start school.

that’s it i think...

Lots of love (daughter) xxxx

See what I mean? She’s not even home yet and she’s already planning on taking herself off down to Frankfurt to meet up with some boy(-friend?) from NYC who she met out in Brazil, and who is on a tour round Europe in August with his parents.

Having got the taste for adventure I think it’s going to be difficult keeping her home for long enough to finish school!

Sugasm #168

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Mr. Sugasm Himself
Porn’s 2009 AIDs Outbreak

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My very first HNT!

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Roll On Closing Time

Heather and I were walking down the length of the shop his morning, me a few paces behind her. My eyes were drawn irresistibly to her bottom, the way the slightly stretchy fabric of her tight black trousers enhanced her gorgeous curves as she walked.

“Less than nine hours ago” I told myself. “You were in between them, lying on your side and resting your head on her inner thigh, having your balls licked and kissed while you pressed your face into her and lapped at her cunt”.

I closed my eyes and smiled at that memory, then imagined myself throwing her down on one of the counters and fucking her right there and then in the middle of the shop. It was a tempting thought.

It’s thoughts like those that help keep me going through the day.

As Good As It Gets

I mean that in the most positive way possible: Yesterday was the longest day. Although we hopefully still have a good deal of summer still to come, the days are now as long and the nights as light as they are going to get.

I was sitting out on the lawn under a cloudless sky yesterday morning, drinking Earl Grey tea and wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a panama hat, basking in the hot sun. I had just experienced a lovemaking session where I was spread out and gripping the edges of the mattress whille Heather rode me to an orgasm that had me screaming like a girl and left me shaking for a good while after. I was pervaded with a sense of well-being. All our problems seem to have melted away at the moment, at least temporarily. We are up to date with customer orders, the same with the book keeping. The long-running problem with the drains at the summerhouse has now been fixed professionally and for good, so we can live down there and have guests to stay without fear of the toilet blocking up every five minutes.

The same feeling of well-being came over me again in the evening, a little after 11pm. We were just about to go home, but were standing in the twilight stillness admiring the colours of the sunset and the mirror-like calmness of the ocean, satisfied after a day of relaxation, a bit of garden tidying and a fine supper which culminated in the inevitable strawberries and cream.

This really is as good as it gets.

Just A Quickie

The good news was that last night we pretty much got up to date with our backlog of customer orders and bookkeeping.

The bad news was that this resulted in another late night: It was well after 1am before we tumbled into bed..

She was cold and she pressed her soft body up against mine, while I tried to wrap myself around her as best I could. Sex was not really on my mind. It was late and we were both tired. It was enough, I told myself, to mould my body to hers, cup her soft breasts in my hands and rest my head on her neck.

But sleep did not come. After half an hour we were both still awake.

”Do you want a ’Fakta Fuck’?” She murmered. That’s our name for a quickie. (See the explanation here).

This is normally her cue to get up on all fours and just let me fuck her from behind, and owe her an ’O’ till another time. But I owe a lot of O’s at the moment and I don’t really want to get deeper into debt. I rolled her towards me, framed her face in in my hands and kissed her deeply, then nibbled at her lips as she nibbled at mine.

I shifted down to reach between her legs and check for wetness, and suckled on her breast at the same time. She reached up and pinched one of my nipples. Hard. I let out a sort of squeak of surprise, I’m not used to her hurting me, though. I think I could get used to it. I was already hard; I got harder. I felt I just had to get inside her and it had to be now. I climbed on top of her and gave her ten hard strokes, intending to pull out again, but it just felt so good that I gave her ten more, then knelt up beside her again.

She reached down and took charge of my stiff cock, slimy now with her juices. I wouldn’t have objected at all if she had taken it in her mouth, but I wasn’t going to force the issue. Instead she was reaching up with her free hand, trying to catch hold of my nipple. I leaned forward to let her as I pinched and twisted hers and she moaned and gasped as she inched towards her orgasnm.

But I just couldn’t tip her over the edge. She was tense and she just didn’t seem to be able to let go. I broke off from the clit massage and tit-torture and fucked her hard once more, stopping just short of coming myself. Again I knelt beside her, working her clit every way I knew how while she pulled and wrung my cock until I thought the easiest would be just to let go and come over her belly and breasts, but I hung in, inching her painfully slowly towards her release. Time after time her ever-more urgent cries would end in a deep exhalation, only to leave her on an even higher plateau. There seemed no limit to the amount of pain she could absorb in her nipples as I pulled and twisted them. It was I who was reaching my limit as to how far I was prepared to go in the pursuit of her elusive orgasm. I let go of her niples and clutched at her throat instead. Not hard, just enough so that she could feel my hand there. It was enough. She gave one last despairing cry and then went limp as she dissolved into convulsive sobbing. It was like a dam bursting as the tears came in floods, releasing the tensions of a stressful week or two.

We’ve had a fair deal to cope with, both business-wise and with ill-health in the family just recently,, but Heather has borne it all with no signs of what she was feeling inside. As I held her against my chest and she soaked it in her tears I whispered to her:

”If I had known you were so stressed I’d have stretched you out in the doorway and whipped it out of you”

She nodded dumbly and I held her even closer.

Sometimes when she comes like this I turn her over and ram her hard from behind while the tears are still falling, in a hard, selfish fuck that exploits her vulnerability. But not tonight. I was disturbed at how much pain she had been apparently carrying around, without my noticing. I waited until the tears had subsided, wiped her cheeks as best I could and, still holding her closely, entered her as tenderly as I knew how. It didn’t take long, our bodies pressed up together and moving in harmony, her warmth and the taste of salt on her face brought me to my climax in a matter of minutes. I had no wish to prolong matters, all she really needed was to sleep.

And sleep we did. It wasn’t quite the quickie we had planned but it was worth it for the release of tension and the deep, refreshing sleep that it brought.