I Have a Naughty Side
I sleep in the nude. I had just crawled into bed and gotten all comfy and relaxed, when Roscoe, my dog let me know he had to go out… again. The clock blinked 11:27.
A full moon streamed in through the sliding glass window that hot August night. I slid out of bed looking for my wrap. Roscoe whined to let me know he was serious. I couldn’t find my wrap in the darkened bedroom, and suddenly I had a very naughty thought.
I slid open the door and stepped out with Roscoe, intending to stay right by the door, but I’d forgotten about the motion light. Roscoe ran out into the yard and I found myself standing naked under a floodlight.
For the briefest moment, I froze. And then I took a deep breath, wild in the knowledge that I stood naked, outside, with the August air kissing my skin, in full view of at least two of my neighbors, if they happened to be looking.
I called softly to Roscoe who promptly ignored me. So, I and walked out into the yard to pick him up. He ran around like a wild little creature—no barking—just running… apparently he likes being naked in the moonlight as well…
I heard a man’s voice behind me. I whirled, clamping a hand over my ***** and throwing an arm across my breasts, my heart pounding and silently cursing myself for giving in to this madness.
There I was, face-to-face with my neighbor with whom I was currently in a dispute over the placement of my fence.
“Hello, John,” I greeted, as calmly as possible.
“Hello Natasha,” he answered, his voice vibrated at a delicious level. “You’re looking well,” he added, staring at my body.
“I was just letting Roscoe out for a quick…” I stopped. Why was I explaining myself to him? And why was I choosing that moment to notice just how hot he was. Tall and tanned with light brown, curly hair, he had well-muscled arms that I just knew would feel amazing if they were around me…
He smiled.
Great, now I was noticing what a great smile he had.
After a moment he asked, “Would you consider dropping your arms?”
“Would I…? I’m NAKED here, John,” I sputtered. But I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my arm, and my ***** started to contract.
His smile widened into a grin. “Even a blind man could see that you’re naked, Natasha. That’s why I wondered if you’d consider dropping your arms.”
I stamped my foot. One of my breasts popped out.
John took a step closer. I could feel the heat from his body as he reached out and gently pried my fingers away from the breast that had not yet found its freedom. “You have lovely breasts, Natasha,” he murmured. “I’ve always thought so. How about letting me see the rest of you,” he coaxed, drawing my other hand away from my *****.
He sucked in his breath. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman’s naked sex—bare as the day she was born.”
The wind picked up. I shivered. John stepped closer. “Will you spread your legs and pull open your lips? I’d love to see your ****.”
Mesmerized, I spread my legs and opened my *****.
He reached out and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me up against him. His mouth descended over mine. His lips tasted of tobacco and he used just the right amount of pressure to get me to open my mouth. He kissed me harder and after a few moments, touched his tongue to mine.
I groaned. He gripped my *** with his hands and traced his mouth down the side of my neck until his hot mouth closed over one of my nipples. He sucked gently at first, and then drew harder and harder until I almost couldn’t take it. And then he caught my nipple between his teeth, chewing lightly… but not too lightly.
“I’m a breast man,” he chanted into my nipples. “I could suck on you all night.”
In the distance, I heard a woman call. “John?”
Great… it was Mrs. John… and she was coming our way. I tried to push John away but he sucked harder, beckoning to his wife with his free hand.
“I’m just having a late night snack, honey. Would you like some?”
Mrs. John, a gorgeous blond with an overly wide mouth that somehow really worked for her, gave a throaty chuckle and said, “I might have known you found some nookie.” She ran her hand down my long hair and wrapped it around her wrist, forcing my head back. “I’m Selena. What’s your pleasure, Natasha? **** or ****?”
My knees went weak.
John guided one of my nipples into her mouth. Together they suckled me while their hands stroked my body. Selena’s soft fingers slid between my legs. She pinched my ***** lips, catching my **** between them and rubbed and pulled, while John fingered my ***.
I moaned and spread my legs further. Selena dropped to her knees and dipped her tongue into me, licking around my ****, but not actually over it. I groaned loud enough to wake the neighbors two blocks away.
Selena caught my **** between her lips creating a kind of friction I’d never felt before while John ****** my *** with his finger.
Selena was lathering up my ***** when John whispered into my ear, “I’m going to **** you now, Natasha. I’m going to do it hard. You’re more than ready, and Selena is going to keep playing with your **** while I **** your gorgeous ****. I won’t be gentle, and I won’t stop until I’m done, and baby, I can go a long time.”
I nodded, so far beyond objecting to anything… so far beyond any verbal ability.
John laid me down on the grass, yanked my ankles up around his ears and drove into me. Although I was slick with my own ***, the shock of him inside me was intense and I gasped with pleasure. The man had a log for a **** and I felt every inch of him, stretching me beyond what I thought was possible.
He flipped me over, and I rode him, his ***** so deep inside me I thought I might split in two.
Suddenly, John commanded, “Stop moving.”
I stopped, and Selena stepped forward. She lifted her nightie and pulled her panties to the side. “Lick my lollypop, Natasha. Be a good girl now and give me a lick.”
I’d never tasted a woman before—had never felt the urge before. But John’s **** inside me and her juicy **** brushing up against my nose made me so hot, I spread her labia, stuck out my tongue and jerked her forward into my face.
Selena’s **** tasted salty, and warm. My tongue ran over her velvety folds and worked her **** sucking and lapping like I’d been eating **** all my life. I couldn’t get enough of her.
John rocked my hips, moving me gently up and down as he ground deep into my core.
My pleasure grew to such intense heights, I reached up and ripped Selena’s nightie off her, captured her small **** and squeezed her nipples until she screamed in libidinous ecstasy.
Selena came first, I came second, and John finished last.
Moments later, I stood up, barely trusting my legs to hold me, called for Roscoe, and said, “Now, about that fence.”
John and Selena laughed.
“Whatever you want, sugar,” they chorused.
A full moon streamed in through the sliding glass window that hot August night. I slid out of bed looking for my wrap. Roscoe whined to let me know he was serious. I couldn’t find my wrap in the darkened bedroom, and suddenly I had a very naughty thought.
I slid open the door and stepped out with Roscoe, intending to stay right by the door, but I’d forgotten about the motion light. Roscoe ran out into the yard and I found myself standing naked under a floodlight.
For the briefest moment, I froze. And then I took a deep breath, wild in the knowledge that I stood naked, outside, with the August air kissing my skin, in full view of at least two of my neighbors, if they happened to be looking.
I called softly to Roscoe who promptly ignored me. So, I and walked out into the yard to pick him up. He ran around like a wild little creature—no barking—just running… apparently he likes being naked in the moonlight as well…
I heard a man’s voice behind me. I whirled, clamping a hand over my ***** and throwing an arm across my breasts, my heart pounding and silently cursing myself for giving in to this madness.
There I was, face-to-face with my neighbor with whom I was currently in a dispute over the placement of my fence.
“Hello, John,” I greeted, as calmly as possible.
“Hello Natasha,” he answered, his voice vibrated at a delicious level. “You’re looking well,” he added, staring at my body.
“I was just letting Roscoe out for a quick…” I stopped. Why was I explaining myself to him? And why was I choosing that moment to notice just how hot he was. Tall and tanned with light brown, curly hair, he had well-muscled arms that I just knew would feel amazing if they were around me…
He smiled.
Great, now I was noticing what a great smile he had.
After a moment he asked, “Would you consider dropping your arms?”
“Would I…? I’m NAKED here, John,” I sputtered. But I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my arm, and my ***** started to contract.
His smile widened into a grin. “Even a blind man could see that you’re naked, Natasha. That’s why I wondered if you’d consider dropping your arms.”
I stamped my foot. One of my breasts popped out.
John took a step closer. I could feel the heat from his body as he reached out and gently pried my fingers away from the breast that had not yet found its freedom. “You have lovely breasts, Natasha,” he murmured. “I’ve always thought so. How about letting me see the rest of you,” he coaxed, drawing my other hand away from my *****.
He sucked in his breath. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman’s naked sex—bare as the day she was born.”
The wind picked up. I shivered. John stepped closer. “Will you spread your legs and pull open your lips? I’d love to see your ****.”
Mesmerized, I spread my legs and opened my *****.
He reached out and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me up against him. His mouth descended over mine. His lips tasted of tobacco and he used just the right amount of pressure to get me to open my mouth. He kissed me harder and after a few moments, touched his tongue to mine.
I groaned. He gripped my *** with his hands and traced his mouth down the side of my neck until his hot mouth closed over one of my nipples. He sucked gently at first, and then drew harder and harder until I almost couldn’t take it. And then he caught my nipple between his teeth, chewing lightly… but not too lightly.
“I’m a breast man,” he chanted into my nipples. “I could suck on you all night.”
In the distance, I heard a woman call. “John?”
Great… it was Mrs. John… and she was coming our way. I tried to push John away but he sucked harder, beckoning to his wife with his free hand.
“I’m just having a late night snack, honey. Would you like some?”
Mrs. John, a gorgeous blond with an overly wide mouth that somehow really worked for her, gave a throaty chuckle and said, “I might have known you found some nookie.” She ran her hand down my long hair and wrapped it around her wrist, forcing my head back. “I’m Selena. What’s your pleasure, Natasha? **** or ****?”
My knees went weak.
John guided one of my nipples into her mouth. Together they suckled me while their hands stroked my body. Selena’s soft fingers slid between my legs. She pinched my ***** lips, catching my **** between them and rubbed and pulled, while John fingered my ***.
I moaned and spread my legs further. Selena dropped to her knees and dipped her tongue into me, licking around my ****, but not actually over it. I groaned loud enough to wake the neighbors two blocks away.
Selena caught my **** between her lips creating a kind of friction I’d never felt before while John ****** my *** with his finger.
Selena was lathering up my ***** when John whispered into my ear, “I’m going to **** you now, Natasha. I’m going to do it hard. You’re more than ready, and Selena is going to keep playing with your **** while I **** your gorgeous ****. I won’t be gentle, and I won’t stop until I’m done, and baby, I can go a long time.”
I nodded, so far beyond ob
John laid me down on the grass, yanked my ankles up around his ears and drove into me. Although I was slick with my own ***, the shock of him inside me was intense and I gasped with pleasure. The man had a log for a **** and I felt every inch of him, stretching me beyond what I thought was possible.
He flipped me over, and I rode him, his ***** so deep inside me I thought I might split in two.
Suddenly, John commanded, “Stop moving.”
I stopped, and Selena stepped forward. She lifted her nightie and pulled her panties to the side. “Lick my lollypop, Natasha. Be a good girl now and give me a lick.”
I’d never tasted a woman before—had never felt the urge before. But John’s **** inside me and her juicy **** brushing up against my nose made me so hot, I spread her labia, stuck out my tongue and jerked her forward into my face.
Selena’s **** tasted salty, and warm. My tongue ran over her velvety folds and worked her **** sucking and lapping like I’d been eating **** all my life. I couldn’t get enough of her.
John rocked my hips, moving me gently up and down as he ground deep into my core.
My pleasure grew to such intense heights, I reached up and ripped Selena’s nightie off her, captured her small **** and squeezed her nipples until she screamed in libidinous ecstasy.
Selena came first, I came second, and John finished last.
Moments later, I stood up, barely trusting my legs to hold me, called for Roscoe, and said, “Now, about that fence.”
John and Selena laughed.
“Whatever you want, sugar,” they chorused.
By:
nathart
Age:
36-40
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Female
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