This story occurred about twelve years ago. I had been exchanging messages with a woman from AMM on and off for a few weeks. We had ascertained that neither of us was particularly promiscuous. We both preferred to meet occasionally with sexual partners we liked the personality of rather than rooting ourselves silly with as many people that we could fit in (fit “in” in her case and fit “on” in mine). She lived on the Central Coast of NSW and I lived in Sydney. As it turned out she had a nice house near the beach and I enjoyed the break from the rat race of Sydney so I didn’t mind a country drive when I visited her for a weekend of good conversation and sexual debauchery.

I had seen her for coffee at a little shop about halfway between our respective homes just check each other out as photos don’t always tell the truth about a person and especially their personalities. After a good hour of conversation and me perving down her cleavage unashamedly we agreed that I would come up to her place to spend the following weekend. The week dragged by at work until finally Friday rolled around and randy little bastard that I am, I convinced the boss to let me go early and so I set off for her place. I didn’t mind the drive and my excitement built as I thought of my woman waiting for me.

I arrived at her place after wrestling with a paper road map. I can’t remember whether GPS’s were around then but I didn’t have one even if they were. I knocked at the door overnight bag in hand, the door opened and she greeted me in a loose fitting poncho. I stepped in and she told me how she had been looking forward to my arrival all as she closed the door behind me. There was a moment of uncertainty and I bent over to give her an hello kiss. She pulled me down to her height (I am 6’3” and she was about 5’4”), threw her arms around my neck and planted a big kiss on my lips. I remember dropping my bag that landed with a thump and we staggered about in a passionate tongue fight and groping session. We fell against the wall at one stage, laughing briefly in stunned astonishment before, with our hands running all over each others bodies, we resumed our passion for what seem like an eternity. My tool had hardened up in my pants as she groped and pulled on the sausage shape it traced lying sideways in my undies. We finally released each others tongue and she led me through to the kitchen/dining/lounge room that had an excellent view of the bush out over the balcony.

We talked for a few seconds as we admired the view out over the valley and she pointed out a point of interest or two which gave me the opportunity to sidle up behind her to look over her shoulder at this highlight or whatever it was. I looked down over her shoulder, perved down at her cleavage and slipped my hands under her arms to fondle her lovely braless tits through her filmy thin poncho. After a little “ooo” at my exploration of her melons, she carried on talking about the scenery and then suggested that we go inside as the neighbours might be able to see us and her being felt up by a stranger they hadn’t seen before might start the mouths aflapping. For one thing I could only just see the neighbour’s house and secondly there didn’t seem to be anyone in sight. However, it was her house and therefore they were her rules and we adjourned off the deck and into the lounge room and the shelter of the thin filmy curtains where I continued my exploration. My hands weren’t big enough to encompass each breast but I tried my best to take hold of as much as I could. It was a delightful problem to have. She turned to face me with a devilish little smile on her face and thrust out her chest as if to taunt me to try again. I didn’t need any instructions and resumed my fondling of her breasts from the front this time, all while discussing the weather or her lovely house. She suggested we retire to the bedroom which seemed like a good idea but I knew I probably needed a shower after my long day at work and the drive to get to her house.

I asked the way to the shower and she ushered me into her bedroom and pointed out the ensuite. She disappeared briefly and reappeared with a towel for me. I started to strip off and she stood there watching. I sat on the bed and took off my shoes and socks and stood up to remove my shirt before draping it over the chair in the corner of the bed room, followed by my trousers that I neatly arranged lest they get creased. I turned around to face her with only my budgie smuggler undies trying and failing to cover my erect tool and its knob that had managed to peep out of the top of the band of the pre-cum saturated undies. I pulled them down and off and my tool sprang out and swung around. She magically produced her tiny digital camera and started to take photos of my dick and the balls dangling down under it from all angles. I had asked her when we were arranging this day if she minded me taking photos and so we had agreed that was ok as long as both of us could vet the photos afterwards, so while her camera appearing from out of the ether initially surprised me, I settled down and posed a few shots for her as she shot my penis from all angles, willy-nilly so to speak. It was about then the knob started to ooze a long stream of clear pre-cum goo with a droplet on the end causing it to lengthen rapidly. I made a grasp for a tissue but she stopped me as she wanted a photo of the gleaming strand of liquid dangling out of my erection as a trophy photo and who was I to deprive her of that. She didn’t seem to mind that it would eventually break off and hurtle down onto her carpet. I posed my cock and balls for her and tensed up my body to show off what muscles I actually had (I’m no Greek god I am afraid) in a display of male pride. Funny what you do when you are standing naked in front of your woman. She kept shooting even as I eventually wiped the remaining goo from the knob with tissues.

I headed into the ensuite, turned on the shower and leant in to check the temperature before stepping in. As she stood behind me, I felt her hand start on my shoulders and upper back and run down over my body onto my arse as I adjusted the temperature. I stepped in and she retreated to the door of the ensuite, camera in one hand and glass of champers in the other as she leant up against the door jamb watching me shower.

I washed face, under arms, chest and legs before rubbing the soap into my arse crack and then under my balls. My tool all of this time was standing out straight and hard as I think it liked her watching as we (my tool, balls and I) showered. I scrubbed the soap under between my legs and washed my perineal. That action of having my soap clutching fist scrubbing away behind my balls did of course push my balls up and made my tool swing around at the same time. She was slowly sipping at her champers as her eyes were sneakily looking down at my gear flailing about. She couldn’t take her eyes of my genitals. I took my balls in hand and lifted them up as if to wash underneath them somewhat unnecessarily as I had already washed there but it was all part of the show and she loved it. I beckoned her to come over. She put her glass down on the vanity and approached. I fondled her tit with my wet hand which immediately gave her that wet tee shirt look that showed off her large areola and nipple straining to poke out the front though her filmy poncho material. I clumsily peeled her poncho off her shoulder which didn’t work very well and so she finished the job and dropped her poncho off her shoulders and onto the floor. Standing there naked from the waist up, her melons were magnificent in their roundness. This woman was (and still is) a solid build, not fat but firm and round. A magnificent set of full, rounded, naked tits stared back at me as she stood there briefly, before she slipped off her knickers, standing briefly on one leg before resuming her stance once more to reveal that lovely vee that forms between a woman’s naked legs as they frame her bald (in her case) twat.

The sight of her standing there was magnificently horny and my tool was so hard it hurt. I just had to feel these naked, round jugs and beckoned her to join me. As she stepped lightly into the shower recess and backed up to me, I felt the softness of her buns as she intentionally rubbed them on my groin squashing my tool aside until I layed it in the crack of her arse and rubbed it up and down. I ran my hands up her thighs, over her hips to feel how her waist curved in, on over her belly and up to her tits. I didn’t know where to feel next. I was like a kid in a toy shop. I grabbed the soap and began soaping up her tits and shoulders and buns. There was soap all over her. I soaped up my cock, laid it back in her arse crack again and resumed rubbing up against her. She kept wandering under the shower water and undoing all of my good work. I soaped up her tits and felt and squeezed them, gazing down at them with the soap and water running over them as I squashed their delicious softness. They distorted briefly under my massaging fingers only to resume their shape magnificently when I moved on. I lifted them and let them drop to wobble around. I rolled a nipple between forefinger and thumb which must have hit a nerve as she gasped every time I did it. Her breasts were so slippery, bulging out on my hands as I groped and slithered around; it made me weak at the knees. I turned her around and presented my tool to her. I pulled her down slightly and swung my tool around to rest in her cleavage and rubbed up and down, gyrating my hips, rubbing my tool and balls over any part of her I could reach. I rose up onto my tip toes and tried to rub my balls on her tits as well. She could see I was having trouble and lowered even more to accommodate my balls and my tool swung around wildly as I staggered around. I just couldn’t get my tool on her tits enough. It was frenzy tit fucking. She bent down slightly and my cock thrust up the side of her head. I saw her mouth open as I withdrew it back and so I tried again and her mouth engulfed the knob on the next pass. The feeling was exquisite. I didn’t know where to hang onto for support as she eagerly worked over the knob before swallowing the shaft as well. I held onto the top of the shower recess glass and put a hand on her shoulder I think. She was sucking as well as sliding back and forth along the shaft and also holding my scrotum, using it as a handle as well as rolling my nuts around. I love having my balls held. I couldn’t help myself and started to thrust gently. There was a bit of gargling going on and air farted down the side of the shaft occasionally and she coughed and choked so I stopped thrusting. She gasped out “hold my head” and so I did as I was told and resumed thrusting as she braced herself against the back wall of the shower, bending over slightly to accommodate to stiffness of my tool. She couldn’t take much of that and eventually stood up gasping with a big smile on her face. I crouched down and thrust my face between her legs. The water was running down over my face like a water fall and she clutched my head held it against her twat and rubbed it all over my face. I felt her lips on my nose and then on my eyes as she ground into my face. I tried to lick my way out but she writhed around holding my head so that I could feel her thighs on the side of my face before releasing me to come up for air. I withdrew my head and knelt on my knees as my thighs were suffering in the crouch. Both positions were playing havoc with my neck and were very awkward. The shower water cascaded down over her belly and nearly drowned me but her twat was so plump and enticing. I kissed her plump vulva lips and ran my tongue in her crack. I held her lips apart and licked munched on her clit as well as I could. My legs and knees were killing me and I had to stand up. Old age is a bastard! Talking broke out and a bit of laughter as we said something about how randy we were. we both seemed to be enjoying the festivities.

As we talked and the pace became less frantic I started to hump her leg and butt and squeezing her tits as the warm water washed over our bodies. My tool was having a lovely time as it had managed to find her arse crack again and was rubbing up and down in it slowly. I dispatched one of my tit squeezing hands down to penetrate her plump little snatch lips and finger her clit. She went quiet as she tried to position my fingering on her clit. Her knees began to bend and her legs trembled slightly as my clit stimulation brought her off with a quiet little climax. She leant back on me to recover for a few seconds before reaching around to find my cock and led me out of the shower recess. We dried off quickly and she took my tool in hand once more and led me into the bedroom where I mounted her missionary style on the end of the bed. She has full length built in wardrobe mirror doors that were at the side of the bed. I could turn my head and watch myself rooting into her as her legs bent at the knees flailed about in the air with my arse rising and falling as I pounded into her. I could feel the mattress rising and falling and sort of squeaking as I went into frenzy mode bouncing up and down on top of her before finally shooting my load deep inside her warm wet hole. I was rooted, we both were. She told me much later that she hurt for a week after that.

I woke in the middle of the night to see a dim light coming through the bedroom door. I looked over and she wasn’t in bed beside me. I played with my tool a bit until curiosity got the better of me and got up to see where she was. I had my pyjamas on and my now semi erect tool poked out through the opening. I crept towards the light and down the hallway, ending in the lounge room. I noticed that the full length glass door was open onto the balcony and she was out there. I parted the curtains and joined her on the balcony. We talked quietly and looked up at the stars. It was a lovely night, still and mostly cloudless. There was a little bit of moon but not enough to stop us being able to see the stars. I stood behind her with my arms around her at waist level as we admired the dim, starlit bush scenery. She pushed her buns back into my cock and bounced against it. I raised my hands from her waist and gently felt up her tits. “Harder” was the quiet command and so I squeezed them and rubbed up and against her buns with purpose. She had another of her sarong poncho things on as nightwear. I pulled it up to expose her knickers that I gently eased off until they fell to the floor. She was reaching behind to squeeze my tool by this time. I took it from her and fished in under her buns for her hole as she bent over to hold the hand rail of the balcony. She didn’t seem concerned about the neighbours now but I suppose they were asleep anyway or should have been and if they weren’t then they could avail themselves of the sexual show that was about to go down on their neighbour’s balcony. I slowly slid my tool in and out of her, gyrating my hips and quietly slapping my groin into her buns with each thrust. I could hear the squishing noise our juices were making in the still of the night. I thrust away for about five minutes, wallowing in the friction of my tool as it slid in and out of her wet, warm hole, before she stood up which caused my tool to fall out of her. She took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. She bent over the kitchen bench as well as she could being a little person and I fished once again to position my tool inside her. That sort of worked but my legs were suffering due to the bending down to her twat level. I stopped and lifted her legs up until she laid on her stomach and tits on the kitchen bench and resumed rooting into her. It was a much better height for me but I wasn’t sure about her. She had turned her head on its side and I could see her wincing, eyes shut, mouth open in what was either pleasure or pain or both. I asked her if she was ok and she simply relied “don’t stop!” I rooted for all I was worth, sweat pouring off me until I finally exploded into her, pumping my jism into her until it ran back out and down our legs. It was a nice little midnight/wee hours of the morning root.