A favour led to fucking an old [f]riend on a hot su[m]mer day and satisfying a well buried desire.

A hot summer day, the climate change seemed as undeniable and arrogant as arguing with thermometers. A shimmering and merciless heat. The grass and most plants died during the recent heat period. The cold beer cooled the calluses on my hand – created by the unrelenting garden work of the last days.

They moved to a new city. The salaries are way better they said – inscrutable to me, how they could think about work while living under a burning sun we got this summer.

I selflessly offered my help to dig over their garden and remove most of the dead plants and trees. The house they moved to, still seems more like a burden than a home to me – but who am I to judge.

There is an all surrounding smell in the air. An old familiar mix of burned skin, cut grass and dust. It reminds me of earlier years when life was careless and easy. Thoughts would never escape to the next day and the hangovers where sweet and not dreadful and lasting several days.

Jackie wore olive coloured shorts, showing her tanned legs and light sunburn on her thighs. She winked at me when she left the house. Her eyes were clear and eager. Her body though seemed exhausted, covered in sweat, paint and dirt from the renovation they did inside. Mike was tearing down walls inside and left for getting supplies with his truck.

Her black tank top almost turned grey from all the dust. Her feet were put inside old and worn-out sneakers, saved for days like these. The clothes must have been buried in her closet for years. It has been a lot of time since I’ve seen her without a fancy business dress. It made her look a lot younger. A cute brown leather anklet was the final detail that put me ten years back in time.

I grinned back at her, leaning over the shovel, covered in sweat, grass and soil. The all-embracing smell and her sight made memories of old days come back clearly: Beers and wine at the lake site where her parents had an old cottage and we spent every free day with our friends.

Now, she has been married to Mike since a few years now. We haven’t seen each other a lot lately.

She approached me, offering me another beer for my help. I happily agreed. The wet spot below her beautiful cleavage on her tank top let me loose my gentlemen like attitude for a brief second. The fabric was soaked in sweat between her breasts, making them even big…

“Hey weirdo!” I flinched – fuck, this god damn heat made my brain feel like jelly.

I looked at her apologetic and saw a devilish smile under her tightly pressed lips. “That’s not fair, Jackie!” – I replied. “Look at them yourself. I’m tired. I couldn’t hold my composure like I usually do!” before I could even finish the sentence I noticed my mistake.

“Usually? Are you saying you would look at them every time, but today is your weak day and you gave in? You men are all the same, even you old friend!” she laughed.

“Grml – I’m better than most and you know that!” I answered playfully. She came closer, her face only inches away from mine. She put a foot on the free side of the shovel, leaning in: “You. Are. Not! You are the same simple creature, constantly on the hunt for a good view of my curves like all other men”.

Her eyes were fierce and for a second I worried she could get seriously angry. I shooed away the thought and convinced me, that she had no permission to be angry after all the work I did for her.

The heat, the hard labour in the garden, the beers I had. Maybe all together must have made my mind dizzy eventually. I tilted my head and firmly looked at her exposed tits. Splashes of white paint covered her skin and I couldn’t help myself but thinking about adding… She broke the silence with an indignant laughter “Are you fucking kidding me, seriously? Stop looking at me this way.”.

I could almost feel the false hypocrisy in her voice. My thoughts circled and I forgot the world around me. I pulled her onto me, grabbed her waist and kissed her full and red lips gently. Her beautiful tits pressed against my chest, her legs touched mine. A hot breeze blew her blonde hair onto our faces. She felt warm and beautiful, she felt like home. Her tongue was soft and gentle. The kiss ended as quickly as it begun.

She leaned back and locked eyes with me, glancing with a fierce stare – only in this moment I realised what I did. This is not my girl. This is someone else’s wife! This is a friend, this is a favour and not a date. What have I done?

We looked at each other, both unable to speak as our minds were racing. Consequences, guilt and and sheer lust fought a grim war below a burning sun in both of us.

The bulge of my jeans seemed to declare the victory for me and her soft eyes and slow nod seemed to declare hers. She grabbed my hand and guided me into the house.

We kissed deeply between all the mess surrounding us. The humid air let both of us start sweating immediately. Hands were everywhere. I found my ways into her pants and squeezed her firm ass. She stroked my hard boner through my jeans and held onto my arms.

I pushed down the straps of her top and revealed her braless tits. They were much bigger than I expected and I immediately started kissing and fondling them. They tasted just as the long forgotten memories. Sweet and a little bit bitter. Her pink nipples were hard and hot. I was in heaven.

We stood like this for minutes, exploring our bodies and kissing passionately. A feeling of pure meditation, not a single thought went through my head. Just the pure lust to touch and feel up her body.

I pushed down her shorts, a black thong covered the last part of her body which I never saw before. I don’t recall that I’ve ever been as hard that before.

The second wet spot on a black fabric got my attention today. Her pussy was soaking wet. She locked eyes with me once again, when she slowly rolled down her panties. The perfectly shaved innie pussy was already heavily aroused and swollen.

Jackie stood in front of me only wearing the brown leather anklet. Her naked and vulnerable body glistened in sweat, her rack was soaked in my saliva. Her slit was dripping her juices down her thighs. Her eyes were no less fierce than a raging wild fire. A wild fire that was about to devour everything that gets into its way.

She dropped down to her knees and pulled down my jeans and boxers. My rock hard cock sprung out. Even before I could understand, she was sucking on it.

Gentle or rough are words which can’t even remotely describe the way she sucked my dick. She sucked merciless and selfish. It wasn’t about my pleasure, it was about hers. It was abut relieving a well protected and deeply buried need.

She needed it to breath, to survive.

She devoured my cock and moaned deeply. She squeezed my balls and held my thighs. Seeing her exhausted body kneeling in front of my cock and desperately swallowing what I would have never thought a women could do, almost pushed me over the edge.

She wouldn’t have stopped. She would have blown me until I would have come all over her. She put it deep into the back of her throat again and again. Vigorously, like no girl before, she dove onto my cock.

I pulled her up to kiss her mouth, her mouth was hot and her tongue wet from all the saliva. She breathed heavily.

I looked around. There was no bed, nothing. Just empty rooms, dust and some tools. I turned her around and pushed her against the wall. She moaned and widened her stance to welcome me. Her firm and round ass pressed against my crotch. She eased my throbbing cock into her.

Everything was so intense. I started to fuck her passionately and raw immediately. My cock was drenched from her mouth and it slipped in perfectly. I shoved it into her and thrusted deeply. My pubic bone pressed against her ass and I could feel the sweat gluing us together.

I grabbed her hands and locked them over her head. I started to fuck her as merciless as she sucked me. Her boobs and tummy grinded against the wall. She quivered, shrieked and moaned in the rhythm of my thrusts.

I reached around her hips and started to rub her clit. With each thrust and flick over her clit she cried out louder. She pushed her ass against me and moved back so she could bent over and grab the window pane. I fucked her like this in standing doggy style with both of my hands on her love handles. I threw all my weight into her when she began to scream. I kissed her to muffle her moans. A couple of thrusts later she shook and quivered so hard that I pulled out. Her orgasm was so intense her feet curled up and her legs trembled that I had to stabilize her.

She turned her head and looked at me in awe, the moment was so intense I came onto her ass and thighs, even though she wasn’t touching me at all. We kissed one last time.

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2 comments on “A favour led to fucking an old [f]riend on a hot su[m]mer day and satisfying a well buried desire.

  1. This happened years ago and it includes very unreasonable behaviour like cheating, unsafe sex and unstoppable desire. Do not attempt at home.

    Be aware that this contains cheating and in case this understandably bothers you, I’d like to kindly request you to skip this story.

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