Pleasuring Christina (outside)

It was Saturday night and we were going to her friend Angela’s house for a party.  I couldn’t remember what the reason was now, either just got her divorce through or it was the anniversary of it, but I liked Angela and she had a lovely big house on one of those new estates where every place looks exactly the same.

I pulled up outside her house and she was waiting for me, closing the door and skipping down the steps, as keen to see me, it appeared, as I was to see her.  She was wearing a floaty summer dress, white with pale flower prints on it and it hovered a few inches above her knees.  The neckline was deep, showing off the tops of her breasts.  She pulled open the door and slid gracefully into the seat and leaned over, giving me a big kiss.  Our tongues touched briefly and then she settled back in her seat and clipped the safety belt on.

“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered.

“Really, I’m intrigued.”

“Good,” she said and put her hands on her knees.

“Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?”

“Well I love your surprises normally.  Do you think I’ll love this one?”

“Hard to say, but I do hope so.”

“Have you bought me chocolate?”

She laughed. “No, it’s better than that.”

She wouldn’t tell me any more, so we drove to Angela’s and said our hellos and then sat out on the patio drinking and chit-chatting. As the night drew in and it got chillier, she moved her chair next to mine, leaned in close and said “I want you, Pete.”

I leaned in to her, resting a hand on her thigh. “And I want you too.”

She kissed me, long and slow, her tongue flicking against mine. Bloody marvellous. We stayed like that, kissing and talking until it was properly dark and Angela put on the lights in her garden. At that, Christina stood up and took my hand.

“Shall I tell you my secret now?”

“Of course.”

“It’s very selfish.”

“But you’re never really selfish.”

“You might think this one is.”

Christina started to walk across the lawn.  Still holding her hand, I followed.  “It’s all going back to that trip to London.”

I smiled.  “Tell me more.”

“I liked the thrill of it, the foot massage in Covent Garden and jilling off on the train.  I liked the fact that it was in public, I liked the fact that we might get seen.”  She glanced at me, bit her lip, smiled.  “Hell, I’m in my early forties, it felt nice to naughty, do you know what I mean?”

“I do.”  I could feel myself getting turned on - where was this leading?

“I’ve been doing some thinking about it and I’ve decided that, if you’re up for it, I want to do something in public.”

“Like exhibitionism?”

“I suppose so.  I don’t want to get caught and I certainly don’t want to go dogging, but I’d like to experience the thrill of doing it outdoors.  But I want to start it slowly, get myself into it.”

My cock throbbed - whatever happened, I was going to enjoy this.  “So what do you suggest?”

“Let’s do each other first, see how it goes.”

“I’m up for that,” I said and put my arm around her.  As it happens, I’ve made love outside before and really enjoyed it.  It’s good fun and guaranteed to get me extra frisky, especially with the attendant tension that you might get caught.

Christina led me to the end of the lawn and out the back gate into the narrow alley that led around to the side of the house.  Constructed of vertical timbers, set slightly apart, the other side was the back of someone else’s garden.  Out here, we could hear the people who were drinking and chatting and see them in narrow slats but it felt like we were also alone.

Christina stopped and kissed me hard. I pressed her up against the other neighbours fence and my hands roamed all over, rubbing her tits and belly through her dress.  Her groin was warm. She pushed the top of her dress down slightly and her right boob popped out. I quickly sucked the nipple into my mouth and she moaned lightly, leaning back so that I had room to massage her other tit.  It felt wonderful, primal and I squeezed her breast hard, until she gasped.

I reached down, pushing my hand under her dress and she helped me, pulling her knickers down over her hips, angling her body to present her pussy sweetly for my attention. There wasn’t a lot of light, just enough that I could see the lips glistening - this had obviously been playing on her mind for a while and she was clearly ready for action! I knelt down, not caring about the rough floor and tried to take in everything about her - the way her skin looked in the light and shadow from the pale light.  I could see the light fuzz of pubes around her sweet pussy and couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

I leant my face in to her and she murmured in anticipation as I rubbed my nose lightly against the downy softness of her pubes.  I could feel the dampness around her lips and inhaled - god, she was making me really hard. With my hands lightly on her hips, I started to slowly lick around her pussy, tracing outside of the natural mound her lips created, then in flat strokes running my tongue right along the groove and over her eager clit. She bucked lightly as my tongue found the spot.

“That’s it,” she said, her voice a harsh whisper, “that’s it.”

I looked up, gently rubbing my chin over her clit.  “Is that what you want? Do you want me to give you a good licking until your toes curl?”

Christina made a gurgling sound in the back of her throat and her left hand flicked over her pussy lips. “Yes,” she said and I didn’t hesitate, but leapt straight in.

Her pussy was slick and seemed almost to pulse and it smelt wonderful, of raw sex and utter desire. My mouth watered, waiting for it, savouring the sensation. I’ve always enjoyed muff-diving, right from my first sexual partner in the backseat of my car. I remember not washing my hands immediately, so that I could savour her taste and smell all night.

I started lapping at Christina’s pussy lips like a cat and her cunt was the tastiest saucer of milk I’d ever experienced. I wanted every drop of juice she could give me, to sup it up. I varied my speed, wanting to drive her through the roof and began to explore her folds, searching for tender spots that would make her gasp. She settled back against the fence and opened her legs as wide as they would go.

I licked, lapped and probed, varying pressure and speed - I wasn't in a rush to make her cum, but I wanted to make sure she enjoyed every second of it. I glanced up over the gentle swell of her belly and her eyes were almost closed. She had her hands in my hair, and began rocking her hips as her desire started to mount. I made a dart of my tongue and stuck it into her pussy as far as I could, feeling the heat and the smear of her juices on my chin.

She began sighing and whispering things I could only barely hear though I knew what it was - telling me not to stop!

I circled her clit, teasing it, barely touching it, breathing out as I moved to vary the temperature.  I tapped the tip of it, swirled my lips along the sides.  She seemed to respond best when I dragged my tongue up the underside and gave a snaking lick at the quivering tip, so I kept doing it. Up and flick, up and flick, I repeated the pattern faster until her moan turned into a throaty cry of delight.

At that point I decided to add the coup de grace and slid my middle finger into her, pressing up and massaging the upper wall where the G spot is supposed to be. She started to buck against my face and hand and I just held on as best I could, putting my hand flat on her belly and moving my tongue and finger, licking at the juices. Finally, she couldn't take it any more and clutched my face with her hands and thighs until I slowed my assault on her pussy.

She continued to make sounds deep in her throat as the waves subsided. I stayed where I was, taking in all the sensual delights of her on display - inhaling her scent as I felt her insides pulse around my finger and watching cum ooze out of her inflamed, swollen pussy. When I looked up across her belly, her eyes were half-closed, her tongue tracing the soft contours of moist lips. She was cupping her breasts and idly pinching her very erect nipples.  She shuddered and looked at me, smiling slightly and said, “hmmm.”

I stood up and she kissed me deeply, as if she wanted to taste herself from my tongue and lips.  Eventually, she let me go and leaned back against the fence, pulling her knickers slowly up over her thighs.

“What was fantastic.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said.  I didn’t want her to touch me, as insane as that now sounds, I wanted this to be it, I wanted this to be about her and the orgasm that had shook her so hard.

“I’m a bit sticky,” she said, pulling her dress up over her boob.

“Me too, shall we make our excuses and leave?”

“Leave?  But what about you?”

“There’ll be another time,” I said.

She kissed me hard, giving my cock a quick rub through my chinos.  “You’re a lovely man,” she said.  “So what are you doing tomorrow?”

Allyson

Email received today.  As ever, if you want to write to me - or send pictures - my email address is petermorgan1969@gmail.com.  Thanks!

“Hi

I’ve been reading your blog for a while and know that you love feet, pussy and ass.  If I pose like this, which part of me would you lick first?

Lotsa luv
Ally”

Well, Ally, I think I’d wet my fingers and play with your pussy whilst I sucked on your toes, then once I’d got you going I’d eat you out and play with your arse a little.  How would that be?

(if Ally ever comes back with an answer, I’ll update it on the blog!)

In the kitchen with Christina

I’d spent the weekend at Christina’s place and we’d have a lovely, if somewhat dirty time.  Every opportunity we had to steal a kiss or a grope had been taken and this behaviour was just winding the pair of us up more and more.

On Sunday morning, her friend Karen dropped in unexpectedly for a coffee.  I’d met her two or three times in the past and whilst there wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, we just didn’t seem to hit it off particularly well.  We were polite and friendly but that was about it, though I tried to rise above it all for Christina’s sake.

I’d just had a shower and was coming down the stairs, clad in my boxers and a dressing gown, when Karen arrived.  Christina led her into the lounge, smiled at me as I walked down the stairs and then went into the kitchen.  I poked my head around the lounge door, said a quick hello and made polite small-talk with Karen for a minute or so and then headed into the kitchen.

Christina was standing at the hob with her back to me, reading the paper as she waited for the kettle to boil.  I stood in the doorway, simply looking at - and admiring - her.  She was wearing green shorts and a t-shirt, what she wore in bed and I knew that her nipples - if hard - would be clearly visible through the thin material.  I felt myself begin to get hard and adjusted my robe, idly wondering just how long I had before the kettle stopped and Karen might be able to hear me.

I crept into the room and Christina didn’t realise I was there until I was two or three steps away.  I circled my arms around her belly, leaned in close and kissed her neck.

“Morning,” she said, “do you want some coffee?”

“Morning,” I replied, “and no, I want more of you.”

She turned, pressed herself against me and reached down to touch my cock through the robe.  “So you do, it seems.  And what were you after?”

I laughed.  “Whatever I can get?”

“Not much,” she said, leaning closer and still rubbing my cock.  Her lips brushed mine.  “You saw that Karen’s here.”

“So how about a snog?”

We kissed, pressing against each other and I cupped her tits through her t-shirt.  The whole thing felt fucking fantastic.

“You’re terrible,” she said.

“I try, but you turn me on so much, I don’t know how else to behave.”

She smiled.  “I don’t mind, just don’t embarrass Karen making too much noise.”

“Fine,” I said, “I won’t.  Turn around.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll find out, just turn around.”

She did as I asked and I wrapped my arms around her again.  I slid my right hand between her legs over her shorts and moved my left hand up, over her belly, her chest and her nipples.  They sprang to attention instantly.

I started to rub her clit through her shorts and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly.  I slid my hand under the waistband of her shorts and loved the fact that her pussy was already damp.

“Bend over the worktop,” I said and she did it straight away.  I pulled her short down a little, rubbing my hands over her arsecheeks gently.  I crouched down slightly and slipped my hand between her legs.  She leaned forward, her hands flat against the worktop.

I moved to her side and made a V of my fingers, rubbing her outer lips without penetrating her at all.  “Do you want me rub your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to finger-fuck your pussy even though you can’t make a sound because of Karen?  Would you like that?”  As I’d hoped, the dirty talk was getting her going.  She nodded her head, gasped out a yes.  “Then don’t move, stay bent over like this and I’ll rub your clit until you cum.  Do you want that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she half-said, half-moaned.

I put my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand in between her legs.  My palm covered her pussy while the tips of my fingers rested on her clit.  I began to rub it gently, in a circular movement and carried on until she started to moan.  Then I pumped my hand hard against her pussy, the palm running back and forth across her lips whilst my fingers played on her clit.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, keep doing that.”  Christina spread her legs a little more, so I started rubbing a bit harder until I was really pumping her, my hand getting slick with her juices.  I grabbed her left tit, playing with her nipple and she moved back, sticking her arse out.  She looked so fucking sexy, I dipped my head to lick at the top of her bum-crack.

I tried to get everything moving in unison, my palm and fingers on her pussy and clit, my fingers on her nipple and my tongue playing at the top of her buttocks.  Her breath quickened, her tits heaving and I rubbed harder, with gusto, as she neared her orgasm, her pussy dripping.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, “oh, I’m cumming.”

Although I slowed the pace and let go of her nipple, I massaged her pussy as she came until she was squirming at my touch, as wet as fuck.  I was glad the kettle was rattling on, as I was sure that Karen would have been able to hear the squelching.

It took Christina a moment to get her breath back and when she turned slowly to face me, she still had a slightly spaced out look in her eyes.  She kissed me gently and rubbed my cock through the robe, then dropped to her knees.

She opened the dressing gown and my cock sprang to attention through the fly.  She smiled and put her hands on my chest, then hotched forward slightly.  She kissed from the inside of my left knee up to my waist, across my belly - just avoiding the head of my cock - and then down to my right knee.  She moved up slightly, breathing over my cock and making it bob and kissed my belly button.  Her fingers played with my nipples.  I leaned back against the worktop, trying so hard not to make any noise.

“Are you ready?” she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Oh yes.”

She licked her lips, bent forward and licked around the head of my cock.  Then, without warning, she slipped my cock deep into her mouth and cupped my balls with her right hand as her head bobbed up and down.

“Show me your tits,” I said and without removing my cock from her mouth, she used one hand to lift up her t-shirt.  From this angle, everything about her looked great but her tits were out of this world.

She let my cock slide out of her mouth and, spreading her tongue, began to lick up and down the shaft, playing with my balls all the time.

“How are we going to do this?” I said.

Christina looked up and me and frowned.

“The kettle’s almost done and we can’t even have a quickie with Karen in the lounge but with this view and the feeling of you working me over, I’m going to be cumming soon.”

She stopped licking my cock long enough to say, “How about you cum on my tits?” before smirking and then taking my cock back into her mouth.

I wanted to moan and groan and make some noise like I normally did, but having to be quiet, having to pretend this wasn’t happening, but making the whole thing more erotic.  I let myself go, not needing to keep going, but willing and able to let the moment hit me.

She stopped sucking my cock but kept it close to her mouth, wrapping the fingers of her left hand around it tight, wanking me hard.  She put out her tongue and ran it over the tip of my cock, her hand getting faster and tighter with each stroke.

I watched her, the blur of her hand, the quick flicks of her tongue, her tits wobbling with the motion and it was too much.

“I’m going to cum,” I hissed and she moved into a squatting position, so that my cock was level with her chest.  Her tits shook with her movement and I watched her nipples, transfixed by the sheer beauty of them.

“Cum on me,” she said, “cum on my tits.”

The moment was coming, getting there quicker and quicker, watching her and feeling her fingers on my cock and rubbing my balls.

“I’m there,” I gasped and started cumming, the first jet of spunk hitting her left breast squarely just about the nipple.  She kept moving her hand, pointing my cock at her other tit, wanting some of the cum on there.  She didn’t stop wanking me and I was trying really hard not to make a sound, but it was tough, watching my spunk paint her chest.

The kettle clicked off and I bit into my fist until I wasn’t cumming any more and she finished wanking me.  Christina leaned forward and she kissed and licked my cock thoroughly until it started to go soft.

She stood up, cupping her tits and admiring the cum smeared over them.  “Now that was dirty,” she whispered.

“It was.”

She pulled a sheet of kitchen roll free and wiped most of my spunk away, then let her t-shirt fall down.  “I think a shower might be in order,” she said.

“What about Karen?”

“Oh you and I will go and sit with Karen for a drink and it’ll be our dirty little secret.”  She grinned and got cups from the cupboard.  “What do you think?”

London Girls...

I had to go to London yesterday on business, which is not exciting enough to go into here.  However, I managed to get that wrapped up by mid-day and so, after a fancy on-expenses lunch, I got to wander around our fair capital on my own for a while.

It was a lovely day, the sun was shining and the women had embraced this.  I'd taken my camera with me (as I always do) and I spent several happy hours capturing candid feet, bellies, boobs and bums.

My pick of the lot are here, hope you like them!

A woman wanks...

Fantastic video...

Paula's sexy feet

I don't know if you remember but I have an old friend called Paula, who I met through the Photography group (I posted a modelling session from her here).  I finally managed to take her up on the offer of another modelling session and got one in over the weekend.

There were a lot of shots but I focussed a fair few on her sexy feet and, since this is my blog and I like sexy feet, that's what I'm going to publish.

Thanks again, Paula (she's an avid reader of the blog!) and, without further ado, here she is!

Free book!

Until the 8th August, if you use this coupon at Smashwords

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you can get my latest book - of three interconnected short stories - "Christina In Public" for free.

Click this link to be taken to the Smashwords story page


My relationship with Christina is moving forward well and with trust, respect and lust comes a desire to experiment. She decides she'd like to try exhibitionism, that the thrill of being caught might be a massive turn on.

I hope to prove her right.

She moved both hands slowly down her belly. With her fingertips, she teased at the waist of her shorts as if debating pushing them inside, then drew back up, hooking under the hem of her vest. If one fluid movement, she pulled the material up to her bra, leaving her belly beautifully exposed. Her breathing was getting more rapid now and you could see the movement around her belly button. It looked lovely and I just wanted to kiss it. I hoisted myself up onto the table on my elbows to get a better view.

Three separate incidences, three thrilling erotic encounters in public.

And all of them hot! 

Check it out, hope you enjoy it (any and all feedback welcome on petermorgan1969@gmail.com)

Self portraits of Bel

I got an email yesterday.  I love getting emails, especially when they're of naked women (and if anyone has any they'd like to send me, my email address is petermorgan1969@gmail.com) and these are perfect!

Taken by Bel, a lovely young lady from Perthshire, she writes "I'd love to be on the Net in the nude and I know how much you like feet and tits, so I thought I'd share mine with you.  As you can see, I got a bit hot doing it so ended up having to flick myself off!"

Bel, you're a star - thanks very much.  And if you like what you see, let me know and I'll pass on your emails to her.

Enjoy!

National Bikini Day

Yes apparently it's a thing, this is National Bikini Day.  And so, without further ado, here's one of my favourite supermodels Heidi Klum, skilfully showing how a bikini should be worn!

Christina In Public (a new story)

I've just published this at Smashwords - it's all about me and Christina and some of our exhibitionist adventures!

This is the link to the story page - if you decide to download it (the first 20% is free), I hope you enjoy it!

My 100th post

Wow.

When I started this blog, back in June 2012, I never thought it'd see the end of the year, let alone 100 entries.  I've had a great time doing it, I've had some nice correspondance with readers and I've shared some memoirs and stories, as well as loads of photographs (which is nice).

I didn't want the 100th post to just slide by without ceremony so I decided to compile three of my favourite (as yet unpublished) pictures from three of my favourite ladies - my ex-wife, my fuckbuddy Rachel and my girlfriend Christina.  I hope you like them!

 Blowjob from my ex-wife - look at those juicy tits!

 Rachel, another blowjob - bloody lovely!

And Christina, fucking me hard.  And with her lovely feet, belly and tits on display too, as well as that gorgeous, sweet pussy!