It is the perfect time to put the garden in order.
He always wakes before me, and I really slept-in this morning. We hadn’t had sex for a couple days because I had just finished my cycle. He wanted to fuck,and I did too, but I convinced him that I could wake up a little more with some coffee. He ventured outside to get things rolling…got tools etc. I’m getting turned-on watching him doing some of those stereotypical manly things that make my panties drop.
I quickly dressed because I got inspired. The weather was too perfect to not take advantage and not do something of it.
I throw on a cropped, ancient “Dark Side of the Wall” t-shirt and a loose pair of old jeggings. I walk down and find a good spot that has minimal road and neighbor view. He lives on a corner lot so the bordering neighbors have a full view of his backyard. One neighbor I noticed was not home and the other I was not sure about but were mostly hidden.
I walk out and flash my tits for him most of the way there. The complements from him made me blush and have put a thought in my head for later. I got to my spot at the raised garden and pretended to know what to do. I knew he was going to come up behind me because of how horny he was. He hugs me from behind and gets handsy with my boobs and kisses my neck. I soon push my butt out for him to enjoy.
I look over my shoulder and say:
“Want to fuck, here?”
“But we’re outside. Anybody…”
I cut him off:
“Because we’re outside”
He smiled.
I turned to face him, dropped my trou, and opened his pants to reach in and get him hard with my hands while eye-fucking him, telling what he should do to me. I applied some pre-lube inside me before I dressed so he’d slide right in. LOL it felt like we were having sloppy seconds the first session of the day. I also told him to not take his time. He hadn’t taken care of himself nor I give him a blow or handjob the past four days. He deserved an effortless treat. I bent over the garden’s wall for him to have his way with me. It was a good-angle-fun-giggly-fuck, and he was-not-taking-his-time. He pounded me three or four minutes and right when he ejaculated up in me my orgasm started to rise. I told him to keep going but he wasn’t calm enough yet to even hear me. Things were taking a little too long, so I laid on the grass to rub myself off. All he did was dive between my legs and eat me through two fantastic orgasms.
We cleaned up, we laughed at each other a little a little and finished what we needed to. Life is good.
Later after showers and before dinner we were resting, watching some early news, but I got up to ready again because I suddenly remembered his earlier complements. I changed into a sheer blouse, a pair of his boxers, fuck me heals, his Boston Bruins cap and gave him the traditional “You Can Leave Your Hat On” show for him. He was rock hard through his shorts before the first hook, and every time he went to touch himself I waved him off with the don’t be naughty finger wave. When the song ended I got on my knees in the middle of the room signaling him to stand in front of me so I could give him the Thank You Blow Job.
About an hour before he went to sleep we had another session, far too detailed for me to want to type it out right now. It was an “I love you” – “Making love” ordeal. I cried a little. He was 500% into it.
~RALa
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/grabag/gardening_fm_got_sunburn_too
Part 2 with the evening session, please?