I am a little slutty and live across the street and he used to come out, well I knew when he would so I would come out in sexy lingerie deliberately and pretend I was lost and sleep walking. He would look cockfused as horny hell, he knew to expect to see me by then and I knew his cock was aching for me and I had seen the boner and how big it was, and I would go inside laughing and spiking his interest led to more exhibitionism. So the first time he got a boner up close I came out naked and waited and then I hid in his yard that had a small fence and he was shocked at first and then I said I had a crush on him and he wanted me to go down on him there and then so I sucked him off and we agreed to meet every morning the paper delivery came and he would also pay me for extra favors. Soon we were having sex humping on this couches and under the tree outside his wife bedroom and I will say the best part was when we had sex there under that damp dewey tree when it rained early morning. The water would make our skin slap together louder and louder with the raw of thunder and rain and I just remember cumming so many times that I enjoyed it while the affair lasted for 3 years. Oh god even now my craving pussy throbs with excitement thinking of it. It was and still is our little secret. I made a fair bit of money and enjoyed every drop of it and the wife never knew.

he used to come out at 4pm every morning with a boner for me. This was out love making ritual- his boner and me. Then we progressed to more morning sex when he would walk the dog and we started meeting at the corner of the street. He would love my lace teddy near the street light and gown baring my pussy wet fuzz below waiting for him. We would walk and let the dog play and down by the water on the sand he would lay me. Then we wanted more and would make love in the trees as the water came in and I loved bumping him as the sun came up breathless I as I was bumping so hard to cum on his boner a dozen times and I felt so free and alive to ride him to the morning sun. Then I let him take turns. Some mornings he rode me and I came even harder as the winter came I was riding him after he did me and I was enjoying every rock we did bumpy and fast and hard morning after morning. That next summer came and we had no choice but to go back to his place and this time we tried out the back on a soft couch and other times in the bushes and trees. I would love the way he would sneak up on me as I hid to wait and he would take me against the trees standing up and I would near scream and moan feeling his hard cock between my legs.

Those wet mossy sexy mornings fucking in a storm or rain allowed us much more moaning and my hair would get wet as I rolled around and seized the moment to ride him so fast and wildly. I still miss it. I still want it.