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We fly to the house in Italy and when we wake in the morning, the air is clean and crisp, the sky clear and blue, and the sun is bright and warm. Since we were last here, the garden has been tended by the two girls who work in the nearby vineyards. We have become good friends since they first secretly witnessed our intimate coupling and now we ask them to look after the garden for us, during their spare time. We had allowed them to enter the garden on previous occasions and they have viewed us more and more closely as time has passed. Although they are local workers in the vineyards, they need occasional work to supplement their income, and to afford the latest mobiles, of course!They call us if there are any problems in the garden and can send pics to show us storm damage, for example, if there is a need for repairs. They cut and prune the olive trees and shrubs, and clean the pool. We sometimes sit at home and watch them on camera, working for us in the garden, and wishing we were there too. They practice their English with us, which is now excellent. Of course, we had called them in advance to tell them we were visiting and they had promised to come over to see us. There is no need for them to hide and watch in secret any more; they simply enter the gate and call out if they can’t see us.We take advantage of the warm sunshine now and stretch out on the sunbeds, alongside each other. I am still wearing a loose shirt and shorts, but you are already in your bikini, intent on getting a good tan. I offer to rub some oil on your shoulders (you are lying face down on the sunbed) and you slip your bikini top off, to expose your whole back. While I am massaging your back and shoulders with oil, your mobile rings, and it is Marie- one of the garden girls. Fikirtepe escort bayan You look down over the end of the sunbed and talk to her, with the mobile lying on the ground below, while I continue. She asks if we had a good journey and arrived safely. You say we’re already enjoying ourselves out in the garden.Marie raises her eyebrows and says, “O yes? I bet I know what you’re up to – or what Simon is up to, should I say? Do you mind if Lise and I visit soon?” Lise is the other voyeuse, and Marie’s sister.”Of course,” you say. “Come over whenever you want. Would you like to say hi to Simon, now?” I lean over your shoulders, so that I’m lying on top of your back now, to look down at the mobile, where Marie is staring up at us.”Mmmm, I see you’re feeling lively already, Simon,” she says.”What? We haven’t even started yet!” I say. “Just come over when you want.””Maybe we’d better hurry,” says Marie. “Before YOU come over her!””We’ll wait.” I laugh and you close the mobile. But Marie has got us thinking about more than suntan oil now.I ask if you’d like a drink, and you say a chilled white wine would be perfect, so I go and get a cold bottle. We sit up at the table now, but you are topless, having left your bikini top on the sunbed. I pour some cold wine into a glass for you, and reach across to stroke your breasts with the coolness. Your perfect rosebud nipples perk up instantly, and form hard and erect at the point of your breasts. You flinch away, and laugh, but you enjoy the sensations. You ask how I would react to such coldness and I say, “Let’s see.”You pull my shirt open and off my shoulders and press my cold glass against my chest. My nipples react, just as yours did, and we both laugh. “I wonder Escort Sancaktepe where else that might work?” you say, smiling widely.”Hmmm, I’m not so sure about that,” I say, “coldness doesn’t make everything perk up!”We sit at the garden table and your eyes wander down to my waistband, while I admire your pert, exposed breasts. You can see that I am starting to get aroused now and I have to adjust myself, to avoid getting trapped down one leg of my shorts. “Oh, what a pity,” you say, “I was looking forward to seeing you emerge slowly from the leg of those shorts.””Maybe,” I laugh, “but once I’m pointing down the leg and getting hard, I may never be able to get these shorts off. You might have to cut them off me, and I don’t like the idea of you using scissors down there!””Well, we’ll have to save you from that risk,” you say, and reach forward to unbutton my waistband. As you do so, the head of my cock appears above the waistband, pressing hard against my belly. “Looks like you need some relief from the pressure,” you say, and undo the top button, then the second, and the rest. You reach into my shorts with both hands and gently pull my cock and balls forwards, and out through the fly of the shorts. Then you surprise me, by pulling the waistband back together and re-doing the top buttons, between my belly and cock, so that the full erection and balls are presented proudly outside my shorts, just begging for your attention.You sit back now and sip at your cool wine, spreading your legs slightly, to tease me. “What now?” you smile. “Want to teach me how to stroke you?””Well, I could give you some pointers,” I say, and you laugh as my cock twitches in anticipation of your touch. It is already pointing skywards üsküdar escort and feels as hard as rock to me.You lean forwards and grasp my cock with both hands, one above the other, with the head protruding over the top, and slowly move them up and down together, while squeezing me rhythmically. “Wait,” I say,” I want this to last forever… just wrap one hand around the head and slide it SLOWLY down the shaft, until it can go no further. But don’t stroke back up. Just take it away and do exactly the same thing with the other hand. Then the other, again and again. It will feel like I’m constantly going INTO you, deeper and deeper, but never ever pulling out.” You follow my instructions to the letter and marvel as my cock seems to get even bigger than ever, with every stroke downwards.”My God, Simon,” you say, “That is amazing. I just have to take a pic for the girls,” and you reach for your mobile. “Do you mind if I share it? I’m sure Marie and Lise will be very impressed!”Of course, I don’t mind, and you quickly send a copy to their mobile.”Wow, What next?” you ask.”Well, you could take me in your mouth too… but please, please make it last!”You sit back in your seat again, and say, “Maybe I will.” But first you take a big mouthful of cold white wine and swirl it around, cooling your mouth. “It looks hot down there,” you say. “Do you need cooling down?”You take another mouthful of wine and lean forwards towards my cock, looking up into my eyes as you lower your mouth towards me. You swallow the cold wine and lick your lips at me, holding my cock in one hand and lowering your mouth over the bulging head. You have to force my cock down and out a little, so that you can watch my reaction as your cool mouth envelops the head and you close your lips around me. I can’t bear to watch you, because it is just too exciting, and I know I shall cum, but I don’t want to. I feel every movement of your tongue, lips and mouth, as you explore the head of my cock, feeling every contour, and mapping the shape into your brain. Your cool mouth feels wonderful and I tell you so.
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