Here’s another story I wrote for my friend. We get to chatting late at night and she’s been asking for these more and more.
For some reason I can’t get the image of you wearing overalls out of my head. I envision you in your garden, in the early afternoon. The sunlight is warm and bright, a rich buttery yellow color. You are wearing your big, floppy black hat, as always.
When I arrive you’re on your knees, tending to your tomato plants. They have grown tall and strong because you have given them a hood place to grow, the best nutrients, and your love.
You look up when you see me enter the garden through the gate. You smile and brush a strand of hair out of your face with a dirty glove, leaving a muddy streak on your forehead. And there it is. Just like that, with one little gesture, I feel my blood begin to rush. Maybe its because you’re on your knees. Maybe it’s because I know that, with a word from your full lips, with a glance from gleaming, sunlit eyes, I know I will be.
I stop by the cucumbers and just look at you, smiling. You smile back, one eyebrow arching. You know the look I’m wearing. You know what you’re doing to me, just kneeling in your garden, wearing your overalls and floppy black hat. You know it’s taking all my self control to just stand still and look at you.
You strip off your gloves and hold out your hands. I know you don’t need my help to stand, but I walk over anyway. You fold your hands into mine and stand, using my body as a brace. And just like that, we’re standing close, our bodies touching, our fingers intertwined at our sides. I lower my head to taste your sweet lips. They are soft as down and smooth as silk. My tongue begins to move and your mouth responds, opening and I taste your breath, warm and rich as honey.
We stand like that for a long moment, bodies pressed together, holding one another’s hands, tasting each other’s lips.
You pull away first, still smiling that wicked smile, eyebrow arched. You release one hand and slide it across the front of my jeans. Your smile grows in satisfied knowledge as you feel the bulge beneath. With your other hand, still gripped in mine, you lead me deeper into your garden.
Your garden is large and full of life, but kept safe within the boundaries you have built for it. A world within a world, protected from the outside. I quickly grow lost as you lead me past flowers in bloom, fresh green shoots, and riotous tangles of wild vegetables growing together. The air smells of fresh turned earth, dew, and the multitude aromas of fruit, vegetables, and all good growing things.
You lead me into the shadow of the nearby trees. We are close beneath their boughs. The sun averts her smiling golden glow as if to give us the privacy of the moment. She is old, the sun, and knows what lovers do in the dark and she gladly gives us the shade for our enjoyment.
You stand with your back to the trunk of a tree, looking up at me with soft does eyes and mouth partially open. Hungry. Anticipating. I stand before you, pressed up against you, reveling in the touch, the feeling, of your body against mine. I cup your face in my hands, run my fingers back along your scalp to tangle in your wild hair, and draw your lips to mine.
Our tongues meet, tasting and exploring. Your hands are not still. As I stroke your hair you grasp at the hem of my shirt and pull upward, your knuckles sliding across my hairy chest. Our kiss is broken for a moment as I help you pull the fabric over my head. You toss away my shirt and take my hand in yours. You raise it to your Lips. You slide one finger into your mouth. Then two. Then three. You coat them in your saliva, pressing them as far back as they can go, eyes looking up into mine as you taste my flesh. Your lips, your tongue, your mouth all silently scream a promise that sets my blood to racing like fire through the prairie, goaded by the wind of lust and the fuel of my desire for you.
You pull my fingers out of your mouth.
You raise them up to my own. They slide past my lips.
I watch, hand falling to my side, as you back away from me. You shrug out of your overalls, shoulders bare to the dappled daylight beneath the trees. You are only wearing a sports bra, the charcoal gray one with the zipper that I love so much. Your face is flushed, even though the shade is cool. Your overalls hang off you hips. Your flesh is smooth as porcelain and I long to touch you. I want to run my hands over your body. I want to experience you with all my senses, fall into a never ending journey of your self, to know and touch and taste and sense and feel and hear and fulfill every inch of you with every inch of me.
Once again, you hold out your hands. I take them and you pull me close, placing my palms over your breasts, you guide one hand to the zipper of your bra. My fingers close on the tab, you pull my hand down. The zipper parts the fabric and your tits do the rest, pushing and bursting outward, eager to be free from constraints, longing to be held in my hands.
Your bra falls away and I kneel before you. My hands close over your breasts, squeezing and massaging. I take each nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling them, squeezing and pulling. You close your eyes, biting your lower lip and raising you beautiful face to the heavens. I take one on my tongue, closing my mouth over your large, pink areolas. I suck your breast Into my mouth and you can feel the rush of blood as I do. My tongue dances over your areola a moment before my teeth clamp down on your skin. Hard!
You gasp as I squeeze both your breasts, biting hard on one nipple while I pinch the other. You squirm and twist at the intersection of pain and pleasure as I kiss and bite, caress and squeeze your tits. They are red from my grasp, my mouth, my lust fueled attention. You grab my head between your hands, tangling you fingers in my hair as i assault your tits and you moan and gasp in pain and pleasure fueled by a desire rising from your somewhere deep and low and primal within your flesh and psyche. You hear me growl and it is too much.
You push me away and I fall back in the green grass. You slide out of your coveralls and I see you have nothing else on underneath. I laugh and you toss the overalls in my face. By the time I remove them you are already climbing on top of me. My vision is filled with your smooth, beautiful ass as you sit on my chest and begin ripping off my belt. Your pussy is hot and wet. You slide it across my skin, rolling your ass back and forth, grinding your clit across my chest and pressing it Into my collarbone. I laugh and grab your ass, slapping it hard, leaving the mark of my hand on your skin. I grab you and raise my head, biting into one cheek and slapping the other again.
You have my belt undone. You whip it out of the loops before undoing my pants and pushing them down. My cock springs out of my jeans, already hard and long. Precum glistens on the tip and starts trailing down my hot, red head. Without a thought you plunge down and fill your mouth with my cock
I hiss sharply, gasping as your warm mouth surrounds me, your tongue wraps around my shaft, my head, licking up all my precum. I moan and can’t help but press my pelvis upward, sliding my cock deep into your mouth, knocking on the back of your throat. You don’t stop me. You press In, sliding my cock further into your throat.
I cry out and wrap my arms around your thighs. I pull your pussy over my mouth and use my tongue to slide between your lips, sliding them open before pushing my tongue deep…deep…deep inside of you.
You moan with my cock in your throat, sending shivers up my shaft to shake my entire body. I slid my tongue up and down, tracing figure eights inside your lower lips and run in circles around your clit before dragging my tongue from your clit all the way down to your ass hole. My fingers spread your cheeks, press in on your ass hole, slide in and open you. My tongue darts in and out, my teeth clamp down on your skin before I slide back to your pussy and drink deep of you flowing, lust fueled nectar.
You slide me out of your throat and take me in one hand, your hand sliding from base to tip and squeezing just under the head. More precum flows from me and you lick it up, running your tongue around my head, kissing the very tip, all while squeezing so hard the top of my cock turns pink then red then purple. You gather up my balls in your free hand and squeeze those too before sliding them into your mouth. My whole body is jerking and twisting in pleasure as I lay pinned beneath you, mouth and tongue still devouring your pussy as I slide my fingers deep inside your asshole. You feel the pressure building inside my cock, my balls begin to constrict. You let them fall out of your mouth. You slide your lips over my head. You let go of my cock.
My cum explodes into tour mouth, filling it completely with a thick, sticky, sweet mixture of sperm and your own saliva. You suck my cock like a straw, taking it all in. I’m sorry. I’ve stopped eating you because my brain is white with pleasure, broken by the orgasm ripping through my body and making me twitch and shake like a puppet on your strings.
When the pleasure quakes stop you climb off of me. You sit down and face me. You make sure I’m looking you in the eye. You gather both of your red tits, all covered in bite marks and hickeys from earlier. You press them together and open your mouth.
A flood of thick, white cum flows from between your full, red lips, cascading down over your chin to splatter across your gorgeous, soft, divine breasts. The thick stream breaks into smaller tributaries, flowing over the side, dripping off your nipples or vanishing in that dark, beautiful crevice where your tits meet. I shudder, overwhelmed by your beauty and fueled with lust for you. Just when I think you’ve emptied your mouth you raise your tit to your mouth and lap my cup off your nipple, swallowing every last drop.
When your breasts are clean you climb back on top of me. You wrap both hands around my cock and slide them up and down. Slowly, ever so slowly, you coax life back into me, I grow harder and longer and thicker than before. With a wicked smile you rub my head on your clit, up and down your lips, and then you slide me inside your pussy.
“We’re not done until I say I’m done,” you say and I smile, grabbing your hips in both hands. You grind yourself down on top of me, pressing me deeper and deeper, your clit smashed between your body and mine. You ride my pole, using my body as my nails dig Into your thighs. Our breathing comes in quick, shallow gasps. I feel your body begin to bckk and shiver. You’re losing the rhythm as my cock slides in and out of you. The pressure inside of you fuels an electric rush somewhere behind and below your navel. I sit up as your ride me and take your face in my hands. I sink my teeth Into your lower lip, and your body screams.
The floodgates open as a hot flush erupts across your breast, climbing up your neck and down your belly. Your thighs begin to twitch uncontrollably as your pelvis shakes abd Jerks back and forth. Your wrap your arms around my shoulders, squeezing me close to you. I feel the walls of your vagina squeeze tight and undulating around my cock as fresh waves of hot, wet lubrication flow out over me. I move my hands to your back as you throw your head back and I dig raised, red fuorrows in your flesh with my nails and you scream as you finish, once again at the Intersection of pain and pleasure.
The sun peaks in on us as she falls lower in the sky. Her warm rays fall across our naked flesh. Our bodies lie intertwined beneath the trees. We feel the temperature begin to fall. Slowly we get up and walk naked through your garden. We go into your house and close that door behind us. What happens the rest of the night is just for us to know…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tsqzht/overalls_under_the_sun