SadieFox26
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I went back to his house today.
And after what happened last time, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about him a few times since.
Especially that tip.
And the way he’d smiled when he handed it to me.
Today was warm, so I’d thrown on my white denim shorts and a fitted sage-green tank top. I pulled my hair into a long braid, grabbed my things, and headed out.
Nothing particularly unusual about the outfit.
Although I did catch myself checking the mirror one more time before leaving. I thought to myself…”my boobs look amazing in this tank”.
Funny how that happens.
When I arrived, he was already outside.
He smiled the moment he saw me.
“Well, there’s my favorite flower girl.”
I laughed.
“Pretty sure I’m your only flower girl.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t be my favorite.”
Okay.
We were apparently starting early today.
He followed me around while I checked the containers, asking questions about the plants and making conversation.
But I noticed something.
Every time I turned around, he seemed to be looking at me.
And every time I caught him, he smiled.
At one point, I was crouched beside a planter, pulling out some dead leaves, when he came over carrying a bottle of water.
“Thought you might need this. It’s pretty hot today.”
I stood up, brushed my hands against my shorts, and thanked him.
His eyes briefly wandered before returning to mine.
“Those flowers aren’t the only things looking good today.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”
He grinned.
“Wasn’t exactly trying to hide it. That tank top looks amazing on you”
Well.
That was new.
He’d always been a little flirty, but today he seemed considerably less interested in pretending otherwise.
And apparently, so was I.
“Careful,” I told him. “You’re going to give me a big head with all these compliments.”
He laughed.
“Something tells me you can handle a few compliments.”
I took a sip of water and smiled.
“Depends who’s giving them.”
For the first time, he seemed to be the one caught off guard.
And I have to admit…
I enjoyed that.
A little later, while I was finishing the last container, he asked if I had anywhere else to be.
“Not immediately. Why?”
“Just thought maybe you’d like to sit down for a few minutes. Have something cold to drink. You’ve been working hard.”
I looked toward the patio.
Then back at him.
There was nothing particularly unusual about the invitation.
Except that we both knew this wasn’t really about the flowers anymore.
I smiled.
“Sure. I don’t have to be anywhere.”
His face lit up.
And suddenly I found myself wondering whether I’d just made his entire afternoon.
We sat on the patio talking about everything from gardening to summer plans.
He was funny. Attentive. Surprisingly easy to talk to.
And the longer we sat there, the more comfortable the conversation became. After drinking just one corona I was slightly buzzed and feeling relaxed.
Eventually, I leaned back and rolled my shoulders.
“Long day?” he asked.
“Apparently my shoulders think so.”
He hesitated.
“Would you like a massage?”
The question hung between us.
I looked at him carefully.
“Just my shoulders.”
“Of course.”
I nodded, and he moved behind my chair. His hands settled gently on my shoulders, giving me plenty of time to change my mind. When I didn’t, he began to work the tension from my muscles.
His touch was careful at first, almost formal.
Then the pressure deepened.
He worked along my shoulders, up the sides of my neck, and down my arms, pausing whenever he reached a sensitive spot. I closed my eyes, letting myself relax into the warmth of the afternoon and the steady rhythm of his hands.
For ten or fifteen minutes, neither of us said much.
The massage was amazing.
Every time I thought he was finished, his hands shifted to another knot, moving from my neck to my shoulders and then along my arms. I could feel how focused he was, how much he seemed to enjoy taking care of me.
When his fingers reached the straps of my tank top, he paused.
“Still okay?”
I opened my eyes and glanced back at him.
“Yes.”
He carefully eased the straps off my shoulders, one at a time, never stopping the massage. My boobs were almost coming out of my top. My nipples were hard, throbbing and just millimeters from coming out of my top.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
His hands continued, warm and deliberate, moving over my shoulders and upper arms. The closeness made me acutely aware of him behind me, of the quiet patio, and of the fact that neither of us was pretending this was entirely innocent anymore.
Then I noticed the unmistakable outline beneath his shorts.
He was trying to hide it, but not very successfully.
The realization sent a rush of heat through me.
He was fully erect…
He noticed where I was looking and the massage slowed.
“Do you want me to continue “
I nodded.
“Are you sure”
“Yes”
He began to massage my shoulders & neck aggressively…
I settled more back into the chair.
His hands massaged down my arms and in one swift motion pulled my top below my boobs and immediately started massaging my boobs, pinching & squeezing my nipples.
The pleasure was so intense I almost came…
He was still standing behind me, after massaging my boobs for a couple minutes his hands went into my hair and started giving me an amazing scalp massage. It felt absolutely divine.
He then came around so he was standing in front of me while I was still sitting.
I looked him in the eye for a moment. We both knew what we both wanted.
I went for his shorts and unzipped him & pulled his extremely hard cock out. It was beautiful. The length was familiar but A tad bit thicker than I was used to.
I pulled him towards me as i could not wait to get him in my mouth…
(I’m not good at writing the sex scenes but if ya DM me I’ll give ya the jist of how my mind imagines that hour or so.)
And after what happened last time, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about him a few times since.
Especially that tip.
And the way he’d smiled when he handed it to me.
Today was warm, so I’d thrown on my white denim shorts and a fitted sage-green tank top. I pulled my hair into a long braid, grabbed my things, and headed out.
Nothing particularly unusual about the outfit.
Although I did catch myself checking the mirror one more time before leaving. I thought to myself…”my boobs look amazing in this tank”.
Funny how that happens.
When I arrived, he was already outside.
He smiled the moment he saw me.
“Well, there’s my favorite flower girl.”
I laughed.
“Pretty sure I’m your only flower girl.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t be my favorite.”
Okay.
We were apparently starting early today.
He followed me around while I checked the containers, asking questions about the plants and making conversation.
But I noticed something.
Every time I turned around, he seemed to be looking at me.
And every time I caught him, he smiled.
At one point, I was crouched beside a planter, pulling out some dead leaves, when he came over carrying a bottle of water.
“Thought you might need this. It’s pretty hot today.”
I stood up, brushed my hands against my shorts, and thanked him.
His eyes briefly wandered before returning to mine.
“Those flowers aren’t the only things looking good today.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”
He grinned.
“Wasn’t exactly trying to hide it. That tank top looks amazing on you”
Well.
That was new.
He’d always been a little flirty, but today he seemed considerably less interested in pretending otherwise.
And apparently, so was I.
“Careful,” I told him. “You’re going to give me a big head with all these compliments.”
He laughed.
“Something tells me you can handle a few compliments.”
I took a sip of water and smiled.
“Depends who’s giving them.”
For the first time, he seemed to be the one caught off guard.
And I have to admit…
I enjoyed that.
A little later, while I was finishing the last container, he asked if I had anywhere else to be.
“Not immediately. Why?”
“Just thought maybe you’d like to sit down for a few minutes. Have something cold to drink. You’ve been working hard.”
I looked toward the patio.
Then back at him.
There was nothing particularly unusual about the invitation.
Except that we both knew this wasn’t really about the flowers anymore.
I smiled.
“Sure. I don’t have to be anywhere.”
His face lit up.
And suddenly I found myself wondering whether I’d just made his entire afternoon.
We sat on the patio talking about everything from gardening to summer plans.
He was funny. Attentive. Surprisingly easy to talk to.
And the longer we sat there, the more comfortable the conversation became. After drinking just one corona I was slightly buzzed and feeling relaxed.
Eventually, I leaned back and rolled my shoulders.
“Long day?” he asked.
“Apparently my shoulders think so.”
He hesitated.
“Would you like a massage?”
The question hung between us.
I looked at him carefully.
“Just my shoulders.”
“Of course.”
I nodded, and he moved behind my chair. His hands settled gently on my shoulders, giving me plenty of time to change my mind. When I didn’t, he began to work the tension from my muscles.
His touch was careful at first, almost formal.
Then the pressure deepened.
He worked along my shoulders, up the sides of my neck, and down my arms, pausing whenever he reached a sensitive spot. I closed my eyes, letting myself relax into the warmth of the afternoon and the steady rhythm of his hands.
For ten or fifteen minutes, neither of us said much.
The massage was amazing.
Every time I thought he was finished, his hands shifted to another knot, moving from my neck to my shoulders and then along my arms. I could feel how focused he was, how much he seemed to enjoy taking care of me.
When his fingers reached the straps of my tank top, he paused.
“Still okay?”
I opened my eyes and glanced back at him.
“Yes.”
He carefully eased the straps off my shoulders, one at a time, never stopping the massage. My boobs were almost coming out of my top. My nipples were hard, throbbing and just millimeters from coming out of my top.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
His hands continued, warm and deliberate, moving over my shoulders and upper arms. The closeness made me acutely aware of him behind me, of the quiet patio, and of the fact that neither of us was pretending this was entirely innocent anymore.
Then I noticed the unmistakable outline beneath his shorts.
He was trying to hide it, but not very successfully.
The realization sent a rush of heat through me.
He was fully erect…
He noticed where I was looking and the massage slowed.
“Do you want me to continue “
I nodded.
“Are you sure”
“Yes”
He began to massage my shoulders & neck aggressively…
I settled more back into the chair.
His hands massaged down my arms and in one swift motion pulled my top below my boobs and immediately started massaging my boobs, pinching & squeezing my nipples.
The pleasure was so intense I almost came…
He was still standing behind me, after massaging my boobs for a couple minutes his hands went into my hair and started giving me an amazing scalp massage. It felt absolutely divine.
He then came around so he was standing in front of me while I was still sitting.
I looked him in the eye for a moment. We both knew what we both wanted.
I went for his shorts and unzipped him & pulled his extremely hard cock out. It was beautiful. The length was familiar but A tad bit thicker than I was used to.
I pulled him towards me as i could not wait to get him in my mouth…
(I’m not good at writing the sex scenes but if ya DM me I’ll give ya the jist of how my mind imagines that hour or so.)
