throat.
“I want you to taste your finger.”
Hesitantly I pulled my hand out of my pants and brought it to my lips. It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop. But I had to make Kyle happy if I wanted to get the job for real.
I licked the finger, tasting myself.
“Am I doing good?”
“Not good, great. You really for your last job?”
I nodded obediently.
“I want you to swallow everything.”
I nodded again and this time it was his cock that found my mouth. He pressed it in, and I took him in as deep as I could before coughing a little. My eyes watered, but determined to please him I took his cock in even deeper. His legs were shaking too, and his cock was starting to wriggle and throb.
He told me not to stop and I didn’t.
He moaned and there was an explosion in my mouth. It was strange tasting, and there was so much more than I expected! My cheeks went wide, and a little bit of his white, hot cum dripped down my lips. He didn’t like that.
“Don’t make a mess.” He said playfully.
I didn’t.
I swallowed everything, slowly pulling his softening cock out of my mouth, careful to lick off every. Last. Bit.
I hardly slept that second night. I lay in bed, going over the memories of the greenhouse in my head again, and again. No matter how much I fantasized the electricity wasn’t the same. My pussy just wasn’t the same without him there to guide me.
I was awake at 5:00 the next morning and fully dressed.
His knock came at 5:15 sharp. I paused a moment before opening the door so I wouldn’t seem too eager. He was standing there, stoic as ever, no suggestion on his face of the events that had passed between them.
“Get a bottle of water. We have a hike ahead of us.”
That was all he said.
We spent the majority of the morning walking in silence, slowly making our way up the cliff of green jungle that rose like a sentinel over the family plot. I stopped to watch the sunrise properly on a ridge, and he didn’t say a word, watching casually from the trail.
Eventually we reached our goal: and old lighthouse that acted as a beacon for local ships coming and going at night. In his pack he carried some tools and the needed replacement parts, and he quietly went to work in his determined way without so much as a grumble.
When I asked him what he wanted me to do all he said was?
“Just stand here, and enjoy the view.”
He pointed at the railing of the trail that stood between us and a massive drop down to the valley and sea below. I leaned against it, looking out over that beautiful scene while he tinkered away.
Lost in my thoughts, I jumped when I felt his hands fall on my hips. He had come up behind me, obviously finished with his work, and I hadn’t even noticed!
Those hands held me tightly.
“So what do I do today?”
“I told you. Just enjoy the view.”
I held the rail with in my hands and did just that. I stared out over that beautiful valley and enjoyed the warm, safe feeling of being wrapped in his white hands.
Slowly those hands started to explore my body, and I pushed myself against him trying to feel his hard cock, that cock I fantasized about all night, against my round ass.
His hands firmly squeezed my breasts. I was breathless, and before I knew it he was pulling on my skirt, lifting it into a bundle. I felt the cool air on my ass, and pushed myself back into him again.
I gasped.
This time he wasn’t wearing pants either and I could feel his smooth cock fold up against my ass as I grinded against him. I tried to turn around, but he grabbed my neck firmly and pointed me back towards the valley.
His hands went lower, squeezing my ass before sliding upwards to my pussy. I was wet, and when his finger glided easily into me his breathe quickened, and the intensity of his passion flared. His thick finger inside of me sent a wave of pleasure through me, and I held onto the rail with white knuckles.
Without another word I felt his cock slide up under me, and glide against my