“Uh, yes. Of course, I’ll go with you.”
Natalie eats the rest of her breakfast, moaning several more times, which leaves me no choice but to jerk my cock while she’s in the shower just to relieve the discomfort. I replay the previous night as I stroke myself, with my tongue deep in her pussy and her come soaking my chin. Once I’m sated, chest heaving, I shift into my mist-like form, and then shift back, to ensure my underwear and pants are dry and clean before I meet Natalie by the front door.
We find Ethel on her knees in the garden, filling a basket with various long-stemmed flowers. She smiles when she hears us approach and offers a bright smile. It’s a gorgeous day, cloudless and sixty-eight degrees. I wonder if it’s too cold for Natalie, but she seems pleased by the cooler air.
Ethel remembers Natalie and offers her sincerest apologies for the misunderstanding. The two of them agree to forget all about it and begin chatting among themselves about which fruits and vegetables Ethel is preparing to harvest before the first frost. Natalie hands over the book she borrowed, and Ethel clutches it to her chest, thanking her over and over. They start discussing the book, I think.
I don’t pay much attention to what they’re saying. I can’t. Natalie’s wearing a light rose-colored sleeveless dress with cherries on it that nips in at her waist and flares out down to her knees. Her pale shoulders are sun-kissed, a pretty pink that reminds me of the post-climax glow of her skin last night. I watch as her wide hips sway in front of me as she follows Ethel around the garden. I’m entranced by her body. Addicted to it, even, and I have yet to fully take her.
I close the distance between us and push her soft blonde curls off the left side of her neck, baring the delicate skin before I lean down and press my lips to it. The little hairs on her skin stand to attention, and goose bumps race down her arms. She turns to me with flushed cheeks, and a scandalized expression as she nods toward Ethel.
I shrug.Who cares?I mouth to her. “She’s not looking.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she gazes at Ethel’s back.
At that moment, Ethel turns around and says, “Don’t you agree?”
“Oh! Oh, yes. Definitely,” Natalie hastily replies.
“I think so too,” Ethel says, before continuing her chatter.
We remain close behind Ethel as she walks, but far enough away to let the wind cover the sound of our whispers.
“I need to touch you,” I say to Natalie, wrapping my arm around her waist and burying my nose against her neck. “I can’t help myself.”
She turns toward me, her hand cupping my jaw as she leans in for a quick peck on my lips. It’s not nearly enough. I need more of her.
“I don’t want Ethel to catch us. We’re becoming friends.”
I tickle her ribcage. “Don’t worry. She’s not paying attention.”
My dick is painfully erect as Natalie steps in front of me and places her hands on my stomach. I don’t need to beg her to drop her hands to the front of my pants. She does it on her own. I gasp as I throw my head back, eyes pinched closed in ecstasy as she strokes me through the tweed fabric.
“Mm, I can’t wait to get this in my mouth,” she whispers, before flicking her tongue across my collarbone.
“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers biting into her hips as I press her against me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her touch is electric as it continues to rub my cock, the friction of the fabric making it impossible not to thrust into her hand.
“If you don’t stop,” I warn her, panting, “I’m going to come right here. Right now.”
She smirks against my lips. “You started this. Don’t you want me to finish it?”
I love this side of Natalie. She’s a shy, passive creature, but sexually, she’s a masterful seductress. While she may not feel confident in her body at times, she’s vocal about her needs. I appreciate that about her.
I growl as I take her lips hungrily, sucking and biting her bottom lip. Encircling her wrist, I pull it away from my crotch and press her palm against my chest. With my other hand, I grab her chin and tilt it up, deepening the kiss. “Not like this, sweetheart,” I whisper into her mouth. “Ethel is straight as far as I can tell, but I’m a greedy man, and I’m not sharing you with anyone.”
Natalie chuckles quietly. “You’rethe one on the verge of coming.”
I cup her face with both hands, stroking along her smooth cheek, then down the slope of her nose. Her gaze is lustful, her pupils blown out, as she stares up at me. “So, if I were to pull up your dress and stroke along the seam of your pussy, I’d find your panties dry? Or are they soaked for me?”
Her lips part as she sucks in a breath, enjoying my vulgar words.
“Tell me the truth, gorgeous. They’re drenched, aren’t they?”
“Y-Yes,” she moans, her hands gripping my lower back. “So wet.”
God, she’s perfect. I wish I could back her up against the shed and fuck her right now. But Ethel’s here, still yammering on as far as I can tell, completely unaware of us groping each othermere feet away from her. Besides, I don’t want my first time with Natalie to be rough and quick. I want to take my time, licking and sucking every inch of her body until she comes, and comes, and comes until her body is limp and sated. Only then would I make sure my needs were met.
