Developing Friends Ch. 07 by orangecurious
Anna and Robert have made friends with an older man, Sam. He introduced them to naturism and Robert got him back into photography, mainly as Sam wanted to get Anna to be his model.
Anna stretched out on the bed and enjoyed the birdsong that wafted through the open window. She had a day off, that was the good news, the bad was she was working one day at the weekend, hence the free time during the week.
Robert had gone to work and she had no plans for the last-minute spare time, so messaged him for ideas, knowing he really only knew places to go and take photos. She didn’t want to go far, but did want to get some fresh air.
“Ask Sam if he is free.” Came the reply.
Anna was hesitant. She had thought of contacting their older friend, but was wary of how things had gone. Sam had been the perfect gentleman, which was a problem, Anna was increasingly becoming smitten with him.
After breakfast she sent Sam a message and was slightly relieved that he didn’t answer immediately. The answer came half an hour, or so, later. He was free and was currently out taking photos. He suggested they could meet for lunch and she agreed. He mind began racing as to what to wear, the weather was good again after a couple of days of rain and cloud, the sun already feeling hot in the living room as the morning slipped away.
Anna spotted her friend a long way off. He had a tendency to look out of place to her, something she felt in herself, always hovering at the edge of society, not quite fitting in and feeling supremely awkward. He was quite tall too, something she hadn’t really noticed before and his grey hair was shining in the sun. He had his usual colourful shirt, making him stand out in the parade of pastels of the passing strangers. Anna watched him for a few seconds, despite being out of place, no one else seemed to see him, he was just an older man, standing on a busy street, alone.
“Hello beautiful,” he beamed at her when she walked towards him and she felt the blush spread over her face.
“Hello sexy,” she whispered as she stood on her toes to kiss his cheeks, pressing her body to him for the briefest of moments. Now it was his turn to go red.
They sat in the cafe and talked, mostly about nothing much. He explained what he had been taking photos of and his excitement of getting the last batch back from the film lab that Robert had taken them too.
Anna remembered the photos, the last ones from the roll that her boyfriend had shot as she rode him in the secluded spot of the nature reserve at the weekend and then the topless shots of her and Sam. Robert had taken them to a shop near his work, he knew them and their discretion with developing photos. “There’s not much we haven’t seen,” they explained to him on a previous visit, “and even then, we don’t really care as long as the exposure is good.”
Robert had also bought some new chemicals and he and Sam were making plans for a developing day soon.
Anna loved the excitement the older man had for his photography and Sam was excited about the growing fondness for sunbathing naked that his younger friends were acquiring.
“Where now?” Anna asked when the food and coffee had gone. She wanted a peaceful day and felt safe with Sam around.
“Let’s go for a stroll, see where it takes us.” He replied, without any real plan. He hadn’t expected to see her today, so would just enjoy the company.
“Sounds like a plan.” She added and headed for the door, Sam opening it for her with a smile and the warm air from outside enveloping her, masking the heat she was feeling in her cheeks.
They sat on a low wall by the river and watched the swans, glide along, looking hopefully at passers by to see if they had food for them. Then the pair walked down the sheltered path and Anna was surprised that Sam wasn’t taking photos as the light was good.
“No film left?”
“Plenty, but I can take photos another time. Now I am with you.” He said and smiled at her, causing her to miss a breath.
“You old romantic, you.” She laughed as she recovered from the tingling inside her.
“Old, yes.” He sighed.
She laughed again and looked up at him, “Not that old, just older.” She said quietly as they stood in the shaded air and then she raised herself on her toes again to kiss his cheek.
They continued walking, with Sam slowing the pace as she reached out to take his hand and he began to stir at the feel of her skin on his.
It was quiet on the path, but the one bench they saw was occupied by some younger boys, trying to look mean, but only pulling off a convincing look of being spoilt kids.
They laughed as the pair approached, one sneering “Hey grandad, you could get arrested for being with her!” and another whistling and shouting “nice legs!”
Anna had worried about wearing the shorts and her fears were confirmed by the taunts.
Sam smiled at them, which confused the group and stopped the taunts, “Are you jealous of me for my young nurse?” He asked, directly to the teenager who had shouted first.
The group went quiet for a few moments, a couple of them turning away.
When they didn’t reply, Sam walked away, leading Anna by the hand, the couple not looking back, but giggling quietly.
When they were far enough away Sam spoke, “I remember being like that, school has almost ended and the uni years await. Young enough to be brave, not old enough to be clever,” then thought for a second and added “or be good with girls.”
Anna smiled and relaxed again as they walked down the familiar path, the one that led to the nature reserve.
She knew what he was thinking and was apprehensive. She hadn’t been alone with Sam, Robert had always been there and she was unsure what he might do, even if she did trust him. She was also worried what she might do.
The Robin sang near their bench and he looked out at the birds swirling in the hot air. “Still not many migrants have arrived,” he said, to no one in particular as Robert wasn’t here to agree, “but enough though to make the air sing.” as he lifted his head back to soak up the sun and fill his ears with the calls from the reeds and bushes.
“Right, where next?” He turned and looked at Anna as she sat, enjoying the sun and peace.
She was a bit shocked, she assumed he would try and lead her down to the hollow where they sunbathed and couldn’t be seen, hoping she would show her breasts to him again and maybe more. She was still trying to think of what she would remove if they went there and wasn’t ready for the question.
“I don’t know” she blurted out. “We could just walk some more.”
“Great!” he replied and started to walk down the path, holding out his hand for her to take as she scampered to catch up.
They reached the road, looked at each other and shook their heads, turning to walk back to the river. When they reached it they stared out across the muddy brown surface and watched the sunbeams glint as small waves rose from a recent boat pass.
“Let’s go and sunbathe.”
Sam turned and looked at her. He hadn’t expected that.
“Are you sure?” he asked, worried that Robert would get mad if he found out. “You know I might strip off!”
“I would be worried about you if you didn’t.” she laughed and turned to go back to the reserve, holding out her hand for him to take.
Sam knew the path well and noticed the grass had grown slightly and no one had trodden it down, the little hollow should be empty and it was.
“I didn’t bring a blanket,” Anna said as she looked at the slightly damp ground.
“I did” and Sam put his rucksack down and fished out a small piece of material, just big enough for them if they were close together. “I hadn’t expected company” he explained, gesturing to the size of the blanket.
Anna shrugged and sat down, leaning back on her elbows to face the sun.
Sam did the same and felt a flutter of nerves in his stomach.
They sat basking for a few minutes and then she turned and looked at her older friend, eyes going up and down his body.
“What?” he asked
“Disappointed” she replied with a laugh.
He looked down, then sat up and began to unbutton his shirt.
“That’s better.” she whispered.
Several minutes passed, the air became still, the songs of the birds packed into it with the heat of the afternoon, making it heavy and rich.
Sam was topless now and Anna looked at him through partly closed eyes. She knew what he wanted, but both of them were timid, slightly nervous at being alone together here.
She reclined to lie on the moss and grass and sat back up quickly. “It’s still a bit soggy.” she muttered and reached around to feel the dampness on the back of her t-shirt.
Sam reached behind and felt the ground, then lay back. “It’s ok,” he said, looking up at her and trying not to stare at her breasts.
“My shirt will get wet and grass stained.” She explained as she tried to feel her back.
Sam looked up at the yellow t-shirt and then lifted a hand to run down her back, causing a flutter in Anna’s chest.
“It’s ok and not too damp,” he said, before giggling to add, “I have felt much wetter things from here recently.”
She laughed, knowing full well he was referring her her knickers, soaked with her and Robert’s cum after they had fucked here last weekend and that she had removed and handed to Sam when they met him afterwards.
She turned and tried to look angry, but they both laughed.
“Busted!” she mumbled.
“Anyway, you can always take it off.” Sam quietly said as he reclined and took in the sun.
“You just want to see my tits again, Sam!” she tried to be indignant, but again laughed.
“Always.”
“You have seen them a lot, aren’t you bored with them?” She was still mystified why the older man was always hard when he saw her topless, even having seen her breasts several times now.
“Is Robert bored of seeing them? I doubt it. Why would I ever get bored of looking at your breasts, they are lovely. YOU are lovely. I will not get bored of seeing you, clothed or not.” His voice was quiet, but firm.
She turned and looked down at him, making him squint as he looked into the sun at her. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t find the words for a moment and just sighed. “Thank you,” she finally whispered, “I don’t understand it, but thank you.”
She sat up straight again, reached down and pulled the t-shirt over her head.
“Fuck!” said Sam, making her laugh and shake her head.
Sam was admiring her bra. It was smaller than the usual one, yellow flowers adorned it and the straps were thin with lace trim. He was pretending to sunbathe, but watching her chest rise and fall as she lay beside him, her arm against his as they squeezed onto the small blanket.
Just as Sam was looking at her, Anna’s eyes were on him, his tanned chest, the curly grey hairs around the top and the smooth belly. His arms were brown and strong, but not muscular, just firm. He still had his trousers on, but she could see where they rose. She moved her hand into his and squeezed and smiled as there was a twitch in them. He sighed at her touch.
She turned and smiled at him and he felt a warmth the sun couldn’t match wash over him. She nodded and turned to look up again as his hands went to the belt and the faint sound of a zip opening joined the birdsong.
He was hard, she knew he would be, but still was surprised as he rose from the open zip. He shuffled and pulled off his trousers fully, then rested, naked, beside her. She squeezed his hand again and giggled as his free cock rose again.
“How long were you married, Sam?”
He was surprised by that, but he was getting used to Anna always surprising him.
“A long time,” his voice quiet as he tried to remember, “a very long time.”
“Were you happy?”
He sighed as memories came back. “Is any long relationship happy? We were at the start and we were used to each other at the end. We enjoyed holidays together, but the day to day is always hard.” and the sudden end of his answer caught Anna by surprise.
“What happened?” She whispered, not wanting the weight of the words to hurt him.
“She was sick, then she got worse.” He was quiet, the voice just rising about the chatter of the birds. “She was my first real love.”
Anna sighed and squeezed his hand.
“It must have been hard.” She said, and Sam looked down and chuckled.
“Still is.” he replied, nodding to his penis.
“You are a dirty, older, man.” She giggled and stared at his cock for a few seconds, inhaling deeply at the sight of the flared head which had risen free of the foreskin.
“How about you? Were there many before Robert?”
She sighed now at the memories. “Not many. I’m not great with men. Or they are not great with me. Not sure. All were long term, I guess. I was never confident enough for a quickie.”
He squeezed her hand now and she felt her nipples harden further, pressing against the material of her bra.
“Have you met any women since?” Anna knew he had alluded to being alone for ten years, but had also hinted at seeing some.
“No,” he sighed, “no one since. no one before.”
She turned to him, eyes wide, “Really? Just the one?”
“Yes. Well, there was some fumblings before, some handjobs and a blowjob from a girl I was seeing, but that didn’t work out. Then I met her and, only the full works with her.”
She looked down at his hard cock and giggled at his capacity to get hard, “I bet there was a lot of action, you are like a teenager!”
He chuckled as his cock twitched again, then his voice dropped, “Not really, she wasn’t that adventurous. It was great, but….” he thought for a while, not wishing to be critical of the woman he had loved, “nothing very naughty. I had wanted to experiment more, as you say, I am a pervert, but she didn’t. It was fair enough, she said others could look, but not touch.”
They both exhaled and enjoyed the sun on their bodies.
“You are right.” she mused, “About relationships and happiness. It is not all joy and light. Robert and I are good, but sometimes…” her voice trailed off in the warm air.
He turned and looked at her and she continued, knowing his eyes were on her, “Only recently have we been good again. We were stale for a bit, but we found a spark again.” Her hand squeezed hard and she moaned so softly as his cock swelled and a small bubble of clear liquid appeared from the open slit.
“Good.” was all he could say.
More moments of stillness passed as both of them looked at the other, trying not to be too obvious.
“Sam?”
“Uh huh.”
“Did you always like men too? Even when you were with your wife?”
“I said before, it’s more the human form I like. I have never had sex with a man, just played with a couple. It is nice to feel someone’s skin. Even better if you like them. The sexual activity is just the extension of that.”
She nodded. “I have never really liked bodies, especially mine” she added, “but I understand now, the last few weeks have been quite eye opening. Literally”
They both chuckled and relaxed further.
Sam noticed her breathing increase, her breasts rising and falling in the bra, the bra he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Then she sat up and turned, knowing he was looking at her and that his eyes weren’t fully closed. She inhaled deeply and faced the sun. Sam stared up the line of her spine to the back of her neck, wanting to touch, to feel the notches of the bones up her back. He wanted to brush the hair away from her neck and kiss the soft skin. He wanted to kiss her everywhere and suddenly remembered to stop such thoughts as his bare cock raised up and he could feel the warm liquid dribble over the head.
“Sam?” she whispered, “can you do me a favour?”
“Anything for you” he said, rather too quickly.
“Can you please undo my bra.”
Sam’s world collapsed. Here he was with a beautiful younger girl and his mind was playing cruel tricks.
She looked around and down at him.
“Please.”
He couldn’t speak, only grunt and mumble.
“I could do it myself, but thought you might like help a girl out.” She said with a laughing lilt in her voice.
His hands were shaking and his penis was almost bursting as he reached up to the lacy strap that ran across her back. His fingers traced along the underside of it, lightly on her bare skin until they reached the metal clasps. His hand brushed over her back again as he pushed the two pieces together to unhook them. Then he held the free ends in his hands and stared at her bare back, the skin rising as she took in a breath. The world was standing still now for him.
In the softest of voices she spoke to pull him from his dream. “You can let go now, Sam.”
His hands gently moved until there was no tension in the strap, tn let it fall from his hands as she scooped the shoulder straps down and pulled the bra from her body.
Anna turned and leant over, placing a hand on Sam’s pounding chest, looked him deep in the eyes and said “thank you” in a voice that could barely be heard above the pounding of blood in Sam’s ears.
His eyes went from hers to the breasts, hanging down as she was leaning over him, the nipples hard and red, pulling the pink circles around them up, the skin pale and looking so soft, but he couldn’t move, dare not move in case he broke the spell. She laughed as he gazed at her naked breasts.
“Still not bored with them?
He sighed and hoped his shaking wasn’t noticeable and she turned away to face the sun, glancing down at his cock which was now dripping with his pre-cum and straining up fully erect.
“So nice.” she whispered as she lay down next to him.
He could not stop looking at her breasts. Even on her back, they were firm and upright. Not big, just… perfect, he thought. The nipples were so hard and his mouth longed for them.
“So, Sam,” Her voice made him jump slightly, “Who gives the best wanks, men or women?”
“What?” he was flustered. “That is an odd question.” And she laughed and turned on her side, giving him an amazing view of her chest.
“Just wanted to wake you up.” She giggled
He smiled at her humour and shook his head. Without thinking his hand went to her head and stroked her hair and he froze as he watched it move over her. She smiled and leaned her head into it, giving a soft sigh as she did. He dropped the hand, the arm staying stretched out and he was startled when she moved her body into the space between it and him. He lifted the hand again and wrapped it around her, resting on her shoulder as she leant into him.
He pulled her closer and she shifted so her body was pressed to him, one breast squashed against his side, the other pushed up to lie on his chest, the nipple pressing onto him. Her hand rested on his belly, feeling his breathing as it quickened.
They both sighed and relaxed, holding each other and bathed in the sunshine.
“What will Robert say?” he asked as they gently stroked each other’s skin.
“He will probably ask if we had fun.” She said quietly, her words felt on his chest as she spoke.
“I am having fun.” he replied and she made a noise that could imply she was too.
“When we shagged, I said to Robert that he had two orgasms here and he suggested you and I come here to level the score.” She said in a mix of dreamy and indignant that made Sam wary, but still she stroked her fingers lazily on his belly.
“I like his thinking.”
She snorted a small laugh and continued to trace small circles on his skin as he caressed her shoulder, staring at the hard nipple against his body. “I can’t Sam. I’m sorry. Some things are for lovers. Some places are just for their view and touch. I am Robert’s…” her voice stalled for a second, “girlfriend sounds so silly, we are not teenagers, those boys on the bench have girlfriends and Robert could be their dad. Lover. I am his lover, he is mine, so those places are only for him. Look, but don’t touch, Sam. Except, it’s not for showing.” and she ran a fingernail around his navel.
“How old is Robert?” Sam was perplexed at the thought that his young friend could be the father of an eighteen year old.
“Thirty eight. He is four years older than me.”
“What! You are never thirty four!” Sam spluttered. “Late twenties, surely.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Sam, yes I am” and her fingers were still. “I hope that you will not lose interest now.” Her voice was quiet, reminding him of when they first met.
He squeezed her tight to him and kissed the top of her head. “Never!”
She sighed and her fingers moved again.
“I am twice your age.”
Now it was her turn to be shocked.
“REALLY? No way!” and she looked down at the stiff cock then up to his face, “Fucking hell, Sam, how horny must you have been when you were younger if you are like this now, you must have been wanking every couple of hours!”
He laughed and told her that he hadn’t been that interested in sex, apart from recently, “Maybe this is years of pent-up frustration!” and his cock twitched in agreement.
She rested her head on the chest of the man twice her age and breathed out, pressing tighter so her breast and nipple stroked over his body.
“Sixty eight,” she whispered as her fingers stroked his belly again.
“For a little while.” he added and she lifted her head to stare at her older friend.
“When is your birthday? Soon?”
“Next month, the eleventh.”
She breathed against his skin, “I will make a cake.” she murmured and continued to stroke his tanned skin.
The pair relaxed in the sunshine, but not enough that Sam would go soft. This wasn’t helped by Anna’s hand stroking inches away from it.
“So nice,” she whispered and ran a finger lower until it nudged the small patch of grey curls. “You don’t shave” she said, rather absentmindedly as her fingers travelled around his pubic area.
“No,” he mumbled, “all natural. Don’t you like the hair?”
“It’s cute” and her fingers ran through it, “but sometimes a shaved cock looks good.”
He chuckled and thought of Robert’s shaved cock and balls and how nice it felt and then, without thinking, added “you can always shave me to find out.”
The Robin was still belting out its song high above them, beyond the reeds and bushes, out of sight of the couple, him naked and her topless, cuddled in the clearing, her hand stroking through his pubic hair.
She looked up, smiled and then looked back at his cock, running a finger around the curve as his body dipped to the scrotum, then letting her fingers brush over the balls, feeling the soft hair on them, the skin squirming as the fluid inside stirred.
He kissed the top of her head again and she looked up, eyes dreamy and soft and shifted her body as she ran her hand along the underside of his hard shaft. Her breath was on his neck and he kissed her forehead so softly that she almost thought it was just the breeze on her.
Anna looked into his dark eyes, then down at the straining penis, leaking the clear fluid that dripped onto his body. She breathed hard and deep and arched her neck back as Sam’s hand ran over her back. then turned her face and opened her mouth over Sam’s, her tongue flicking to find his as her hand wrapped around the shaft and squeezed.
He pulled her to him and thrust his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it and licked the tip with hers before opening her mouth wide as he held the back of her head.
They both gasped as the kiss was broken and she looked down at his cock in her hand and moved it slowly, pulling the skin up to cover most of the head before sliding it back to fully expose the swollen head, rubbing her thumb over it to cause shivers all over Sam, smearing the clear fluid around, coating her fingers with it.
Sam held her close and she rested back against him, slowly stroking him, her lips kissing his chest, her tongue licking a nipple as he yearned to do that to her. He reached over to stroke a breast and she raised herself so his hand could curl around it, the soft tit filling his palm, the nipple rubbing over his lifeline.
She groaned and moved again, her mouth reaching for his and he lowered his head and their lips met again, both sighing as her hand moved faster.
She settled on him, his hand reaching over to stroke the breast that was against his chest, her face on his shoulder, breathing onto him, the expelled air tickling his neck when she turned to accept his kisses on her face and mouth, Her hand holding him tight, fingers rubbing over the ridge of his helmet as she stroked his cock.
Sam was breathing faster now and Anna looked at his face and whispered “Cum for me, Sam. I love when you cum for me.” Her words quiet and soft against his neck. He groaned as he got closer. She kissed his neck and shoulder and he turned to her, raising her face with his hand and they kissed deeply, her tongue moving naturally into his mouth, only breaking away when Sam groaned and his head fell back.
Anna pressed harder onto him and both of them looked down as his breathing was now just heavy panting. “So close.” he murmured.
“Good, she replied, “so good.”
Then he jerked his hips and his chest heaved and she held his cock tight as he thrust up. Anna felt the swell as the sperm moved up the shaft, but kept holding it tight and Sam let out moan as the hole expanded to let the stream of hot, creamy semen to shoot out, feeling cool on his sun-warmed chest. He grunted again and thrust up into Anna’s hand and another load burst from his cock, the third being released before the second had landed, the fourth and fifth following quickly after. Then he just shuddered in her hand and the last drops were squeezed out by her fingers to run over and coat them.
His body fell back on the grass and Anna leaned over and smiled down at him, his hand moving to the back of her head, but there was no need, her lips were over his and her mouth open for his tongue as her hand caressed up his body and stroked his chest.
Anna sat up and looked at the older man as he breathed deeply to recover. She placed her hand on a breast and squeezed it, feeling the sticky sperm from her fingers on it, rubbing Sam’s semen on her tit.
“Was that ok?”
Sam could barely talk, so just nodded, his eyes lowering to stare at her lovely breasts, now fully exposed to him. He lifted a hand, but she grabbed it before he could touch her. Then she opened the fingers with hers and pressed the palm to her nipple and squeezed his hand with hers, pushing the fingers to her skin, moaning as he moved, rubbing the palm over the hard nipple.
Sam looked at Anna, her eyes were still soft and shining. “Can I help you?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Sorry” she whispered, then bent down and kissed his lips so softly before standing up to give Sam a great view up her legs to where her shorts started, mid thigh, and then up her body to the firm breasts. She turned and he looked at her bottom and she bent to pick up her t-shirt, looking at it and her breasts for a few moments before pulling it on, the material absorbing the streaks of semen and sticking to the blob on the side of the breast.
Sam put his clothes back on, his shirt sticking to his chest and belly where the cum had landed. Just before he pulled the zip of the trousers up Anna had asked him to stop, then she took his flaccid cock in her hand and wiped the wet tip with a finger, looked at him and licked her finger. He twitched in her hand and she giggled.
“Sixty eight and getting hard again!”
He laughed and then continued to gather the belongings as the afternoon grew late. Then he took her hand and led her up the path and back to the other world.
They sat on their bench for a little while, neither saying anything, just looking and listening to the world carry on around them.
“You didn’t take any photos, Sam.”
He looked at her, his beautiful model and reached into his bag. “There are only six left” he mused, “should have thought of that down there.” and he sighed.
Anna looked at the sunlit patch in the trees where she had posed for Robert before and walked to it, turning to smile at Sam, who scampered to follow her.
He told her where to stand and got the camera ready, both of them looking down the path to check for people.
“Ready?” he asked and she pulled the t-shirt over her head and smiled at her man. He asked her to kneel and lean back, face up towards the sunlight and took another shot. She leaned back against a tree and raised her arms above her head for shot three, then sat, legs spread, arms behind her, breasts pushed forward for the next one. Then she jumped up and pulled the t-shirt on as Sam looked bemused.
“Someone’s coming!” and Sam looked to see a figure walking towards them.
“Fuck, hope he didn’t see.” She said and turned to walk back to the bench as Sam followed, scooping up his bag and camera gear hastily.
“Hey. Sorry. Sorry for earlier.” It was one of the boys from the bench. “We were just bored,” he mumbled, head down, not looking at Sam or Anna.
“It’s ok,” she quietly said as his head lifted a bit and his eyes briefly caught hers.
“And, yes. Yes, I was jealous.” He mumbled.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Sam asked in a teacher style voice.
“Nah, I have almost finished. Final exams soon, then prepare for university. I am too nervous to just sit at home, so I meet my friends and do nothing, but it takes my mind off of it.”
“How old are you?” Sam was really doing his best to make the young man feel like his teacher was scolding him.
“Eighteen and two months.” He shuffled his feet as he spoke.
“So young” Sam sighed and the teenager laughed, “you only count the months when you are young.” the older man added.
“Yeah, but you have the girl.” and he looked up at Anna, then down to her chest, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra now. “And,” he stated, “I am pretty certain she isn’t your nurse.” he laughed.
Sam nodded and looked at the boy. “Don’t tell anyone!”
“Is she your model?” The teen had noticed the camera in Sam’s hand.
“Yes.”
Sam looked at Anna and was surprised by her answer and she smiled at him.
“Thought so,” his voice started to stumble, “erm, I thought I saw you putting your shirt back on, but I didn’t see anything, honest.” and he blushed as he looked at Anna.
“Really?” she stared at him, partly in shock.
“Yes,” He sighed. “It’s ok. You have a good body,” then he looked at Sam, “I bet she looks great in photos!”
Sam looked at the young man and nodded.
“Cool. Anyway, I will let you finish, the light is going. Have fun.” and he reached out a hand to shake theirs then went down the path.
“He’s gone, Two shots left.” Sam said to the nervous Anna. She looked down the path, not certain the young man had left, but seeing nothing.
Sam went back to the lit area and fumbled in his pocket, patting them down.
“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, just lost the lens cap.” then he looked at his model and asked her to lie down in a pool of light as he worked out where to stand. When he found his place he asked if she was ready and she sat up, pulled the shirt off, threw it aside and lay back down as Sam clicked the shutter and wound the film on, kneeling beside her to get the final shot.
“Damn, one still left!” he said as the film wound on again and he crouched down to take the photo looking up her body, her legs open slightly, but the long shorts not giving anything away.
“All done” he said and began to rewind the film.
Anna was still in her pose, head looking sideways when she said “Shit!” and reached for her t-shirt that was just too far away.
Sam looked up the path and saw the teenager, standing near the bench and he could see them. He was holding something up and he waved at them. Sam was slightly surprised that Anna, still topless, was waving back.
Sam moved to stand between the teen and Anna as she pulled her t-shirt on and then they both walked to meet him again
“Sorry, I forgot, I found this just down the path.” Holding up a circular bit of plastic, his fingers squeezing the two sprung pieces on the edge.
Sam realising it was the lens cap that had rolled off when they had rushed to sit calmly on the bench.
“Thanks.” Said Sam, really not sure what to do next and aware Anna was hiding behind him.
“Hope the photos turn out ok. I only saw the end, but the poses were great in the light.”
Anna shivered, he had seen her topless and normally she would want the ground to open up, but she also had not covered herself, instead returned his friendly wave when she saw him.
“Yeah, sorry. Anyway. I do a bit of photography and visual arts and would love a good model.” He placed the lens cap down and the couple thanked him. The teenager looked shocked as Anna moved from behind Sam, fearing she’d be angry, but she smiled and thanked him as Sam put the camera away.
“I would love to see the finished photos.” He said to Sam and looked at Anna, “If you don’t mind., that pose in the pool of light looked amazing” he added.
“Sorry,” she said, “I don’t think that will be possible, they are private.”
“That is fine,” he said. then he looked directly as Anna, “You looked great,” and his eyes drifted down to her chest.
“How much did you see?” She wasn’t angry, just curious.
“Just the final photo, you lying down. Not much. Honestly.” and his face flushed again.
“Did you see my breasts?” She whispered to the blushing teenager.
“Yes,” he mumbled, “they looked great.”
“Thank you.” She whispered and chuckled.
“Ok. I had better go.” and he said goodbye again and turned to walk away.
“What is your name?” Anna asked, stopping him in his tracks.
“Dave.” he replied, looking into Anna’s eyes as they shone.
“Goodbye Dave, nice to meet you. I am Anna and this is Sam” and then the teenager turned again.
“Dave!” Her voice light and sweet as she called to him and he turned to her again.
She smiled at him and exhaled, then her hands pulled her shirt up and over her head and she stood up straight, her breasts shivering slightly, the nipples pointing straight at Dave.
“Thank you, Dave.” she whispered, just loud enough for the teen to hear.
The startled eighteen and sixty eight year olds said nothing for a few seconds, then Dave managed to blurt out “Fabulous, Thank you.” She then moved behind Sam as she pulled the shirt back on and the teenager headed away, down the path.
Sam looked at her and smiled, and placed his hands on her hips. She reached down and took a hand and slid it up the shirt to squeeze a breast as she leaned in to kiss him.
“Let’s get you home before you do anything naughty,” he said, adding “naughtier.” and they walked off, hand in hand and laughing together.
Sam walked her home, hand in hand and they stood, awkwardly outside her block of flats.
“I can’t invite you in, Sam. Sorry.”
He understood and nodded, then she pulled him close and kissed him, on the lips, her tongue darting into his open mouth. Then she laughed, turned and scampered inside.
Anna locked the door and leaned back against it, breathing rapidly. Her head span and she stood still for a minute or so to calm before she pulled off her t-shirt and stared down at her naked breasts, one now flaked with Sam’s dried cum she had rubbed there as well as the bit that had landed on her when he first shot his load. Then she pulled her shorts down and was aware of her scent and could feel the wetness in her knickers. She pressed her hand to her mound and groaned and then pulled them down, the crotch sticking to her vulva before pinging free.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” She mumbled as she moved to the bedroom, still unclear what to do, but feeling she needed to be naked.
She send a message to Robert, asking if he was free and he replied to say yes, but only for a few minutes. Then her telephone rang.
“What’s the matter?” he could tell there was a problem.
Anna didn’t know where to start, so she told him she’d met Sam and Robert was happy with that, knowing she was safe when she was out. Then she told him they went sunbathing. He knew that was a possibility and was happy still. Then she was silent.
“Did you fuck?” He asked quietly, still being i his work place.
“NO!” she shouted, “jeez, Robert, you are such a perv. I told you, he’s not going down there.”
“So?” he asked.
“You would be ok if I fucked him? She was still puzzled by her lover’s question.
“Why not?” He replied, to confuse her more.
“No, just no. I wanked him though.” and her voice dropped.
“Nice!” she could see his smile in the answer. “Hope he liked it. Sure he did.”
“Yes. I was topless. We kissed too. He took topless photos when we were along the path.”
“In the patches of light?”
Anna rolled her eyes. She was upset she may have gone too far and Robert was interested in the location of the photos.
“Yes” she sighed. Then she mentioned Dave coming along and how she took off her shirt.
Robert laughed, “I bet he is wanking over that memory all night!” and she giggled now.
“Sam said the same thing. He should know, I guess.”
Their laughter calmed her, but there was still something and Robert could tell.
“So, what is the problem? He asked quietly and calmly.
“What time will you be home?”
“Not for a long time, we have a meeting in four, no, three minutes and it will be at least two hours. Why?”
“I need a fuck.”
This time, Robert went silent.
“Wha?” he spluttered
Anna’s voice was a whisper now, “I am so fucking horny. I kissed Sam on the lips because I wanted to kiss his cock. I showed my tits to an eighteen year old stranger because I was horny. Part of me hoped one or both of them would fuck me!” She sighed, “I am standing here naked, darling, what’s happening?”
“It’s natural, my love. Do what Sam does, what that eighteen year old is probably doing right now, masturbate.” He was really whispering now, so as not to be overheard in the office.
“I don’t like to.” She sighed. “It feels odd doing it alone.”
“This is why you should have some toys to help,.”
“No. Sorry, I don’t like that. I will wait for you and just hope no one delivers any parcels, I might drag them in and ride them.” she giggled, but it was not all jest.
“I have to go soon, my love,” he said, hoping she would calm.
“Fuck” she mumbled.
“Call Sam” He said over the bustle of an office preparing to gather.
“I can’t, I told you.” Her frustration rising again.
“He doesn’t have to see all” and she was confused again. “just talk to him.” and the emphasis in his voice helped her clear her mind.
“See you later, darling. Have fun, I will tell you all when you get home.”
“Have fun too,” he said as he prepared to go, “Love you.” Anna repeated those words just as the call ended.
“Hello beautiful” Sam’s voice boomed out as Anna answered the call. He had received her message to call when he got home and was worried about her.
“Hi,” her voice shy and uncertain now, the picture showing her topless on the bed, her face turned to look at Sam.
“I just got home, so I am still clothed,” he explained as he walked through his flat to sit on the sofa, resting the camera on the table and then stripping for her.
“So nice, Sam” she whispered and a hand went to a breast, fingers caressing it, feeling his dried sperm on the soft skin.
She watched as his cock hardened watching her. She squeezed her breasts and stroked her fingers over the nipple to excite him more.
“Are you ok?” he asked, adding, “are you alone?”
“Yes and yes” she said, so quietly and paused, looking right at him. “Sam, I am horny” and she blushed.
He smiled at her, his cock hard now and his hand on it. “Good” he whispered.
She smiled and caressed her breasts again, groaning as the nipples strained up against her own hands.
He watched her and wondered what he could do, she seemed slightly lost, so he thought he’d push his luck.
“Are you wet?
She looked at him, “I think so, I was before, my knickers were soaked.”
“Are you wet?” he repeated and she was puzzled.
“I think so,” she sighed, slightly lost.
“Are you wet?” He said it so quietly that she understood.
She smiled at the camera and a hand left her breast and then her eyes closed for a second as she gasped. She looked down at her hand as she raised it again.
“Yes.” she whispered and held up the shining finger.
“Good” and he breathed easier now.
Sam watched as Anna stroked her breasts again, she was looking up, on her back and her eyes would close as the fingers toyed with the hard nipples.
“Anna,” he whispered as he stroked his cock, unable to resist.
“Yes?” her voice just above a whisper now.
“How wet are you?”
This time her hand went down, out view of the camera and her head arched back as she groaned. The hand reappeared and she showed him
“Very.” she said as she watched him play with his hard cock.
“Your fingers are mine, Anna.” He said quietly and she nodded. “I want to stroke your pussy” and her eyes flared at his words.
“How?”
“My fingers are yours, yours are mine.”
She stared up again, slightly lost again.
“Open your lips for me, Anna.”
He mouth opened and he gave a soft laugh. “Your other lips, Anna. The wet ones.” and he saw her chest move as she giggled and she slowly let her hand drift down over her belly.
“What do you want, Sam? She asked, staring at the screen, right at him.
“I want to slide my finger down to feel how wet you are.” and he watched as her arm moved and she groaned.
“So wet, Sam, can you feel?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Can you feel my fingers stroking your puffy outer lips, Anna?”
“Yes,” she gasped,
“Open your legs for me, Anna” and she shifted on the bed as he watched.
“So wide for you, Sam.”
“Gently stroking along your lips, Anna, my fingers opening your pussy,” his voice calm and soft and her groans louder.
“Yes” she hissed
“Feeling you unfurl, pulling you open.” He was hoping she would show him her body, but the camera remained on her face and breasts.
“Oh yes,” she groaned.
“Yes, Anna, my fingers spreading you open so I can touch you and feel your wet lips.”
“So wet, Sam”
“My fingers sliding between your inner lips now” and he watched as her arm moved and her eyes closed, a loud moan coming from the other end of the call. “Opening you, Anna, wide for my fingers”
“Yes” she moaned.
“Sliding my fingers down as your inner lips open for me, Anna.” His own breathing was faster now as he masturbated, watching Anna’s arms move and her breasts rise and fall with her excitement.
“Oh Anna, your hole is so wet.”
“Yes, Sam, yes it is,”
He breathed deeply now, still unsure of how she would react.
“I hope it is wet enough for my finger to go inside.”
Sam watched Anna exhale and then breathe deeply. Then her head went back and she cried out
“Yes, oh god yes. So wet, Sam”
“You are so tight, Anna and so wet. I can slide my finger right into your wet little pussy.” Sam was groaning now and had to stop stroking as he was close to cumming.
“Yes, Sam. Your finger is right inside me.” Her eyes were closed now
“Such a lovely tight snatch, Anna. it feels so good gripping my finger.”
Anna groaned again and Sam had to move his hand away from his cock as he was so close to orgasm.
“Feel me bending my finger inside you, stroking it down the front wall of your pussy, Anna” and she arched her body and shivered as her finger became his. “Slowly pulling it from your body. It is so wet now, Anna,” she nodded as she looked down, “sliding it between your open lips, up your wide pussy, Anna” and she closed her eyes again and shuddered, “to the top of your lips. Then.” Sam paused for a few seconds, mainly to regain his own breath, “flicking the fingertip over your clitoris, Anna.”
She cried out and shook.
“My finger stroking over the exposed tip of your clit, Anna, the wet finger rubbing your clit, teasing the hood back.”
Anna was lost now and groaning loudly as she trembled under his touch.
“Your clit is so hard, Anna,” and she nodded, unable to even say yes now, “so sensitive as my wet fingertip strokes it with small circles.” Sam’s voice was just a whisper now too as he watched her face, mouth open and gasping, eyes closed in pleasure. He could see her arm moving and her breasts were now shaking with her deep breathing and the tremors of her body.
“Sliding my hand down again, between your spread lips, Anna. Reaching for your hole again.” Her expression changed as if disappointed his finger had moved from her clitoris. “Little circles on your entrance, Anna, getting the finger wet.” Again he paused and watched her breathing ease for a second.
“Then pushing the finger up into your cunt, Anna,” and she cried out again, “deep, Anna, as far as I can get my finger.” She was shaking and whimpering now and Sam’s cock was straining for release, even though he wasn’t even touching it.
“Bending my finger in you, Anna and grinding the palm of my hand down on your hard clit as my finger presses from inside.”
Anna screamed and her eyes shot open.
“Squeezing your clit between my hand and the finger deep in your cunt, Anna, Grinding on the clit, moving my hand to rub inside and out.” Anna was shaking hard now as her arm moved to carry out his movements, she gasped and cried out words that made no sense.
Then Sam whispered into the telephone.
“Cum for me, Anna, cum as I finger you and rub your clit.”
She roared, head back, breasts thrust upwards as she arched her body, her whole being shaking as she orgasmed.
Sam groaned as he watched her and his hand quickly went to his solid cock as it began to pulse and the hot white sperm bubbled at the tip and the first spurt was spat out onto his belly. He gripped the shaft and jerked his hips to fire the second burst out and continued to thrust and cum as he watched the younger girl spasm and groan on the screen.
Anna slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at Sam. She was still having the aftershocks from the orgasm and gave a big shudder when she saw the line of semen up his body.
She smiled and then flinched as she pulled the finger from her throbbing pussy, holding it up for him to see it, dripping with her fluid. Now it was his turn to shake and his slit opened as another bubble of cum was pushed out to drip onto his belly.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Sam wanted to see all of her, to see what she could as she looked down, her vulva wide open, the labia, soaked and splayed wide and her hole contracting after the finger left it, her cum running out and down her perineum, but he knew better to ask, she had made it clear where the boundaries were. Instead, he smiled at her and whispered “you look beautiful” with a voice full of longing.
“Thank you” and she blushed, her cheeks matching the flush that was still on her chest.
They both watched the other in silence as their bodies calmed in the warm late afternoon air. The birds sang, as normal and the rest of the world carried on around them.
“You wore me out,” she giggled and yawned. “I think I will have a nap” turning on her side as she spoke, showing Sam her breasts and causing a twitch in his deflating cock that didn’t go unnoticed. “Not bored yet then!” she laughed.
“Never!”
Anna moved her hand to squeeze a breast, feeling the dried sperm from earlier on it and pushing the nipple forward to the camera. Sam’s cock twitched again and they both laughed.
“You are worse than a teenager!” she chided.
“Busted!” he laughed as he squeezed his cock towards the camera for her, causing a small spasm deep inside Anna.
She smiled at him with a warmth that caused another movement in his cock and then closed her eyes and yawned again.
“I really do need a nap, you exhausted me, Sam!”
He didn’t want the call to end, but he was also shattered, having had two orgasms in one afternoon.
“OK beautiful,” he was yawning back now, “let’s go to bed!”
She giggled. “Sure, Sam. Take me to bed.”
He almost had a third orgasm at those words, said in jest by the tired girl.
“I would love to.” He whispered as she closed her eyes and stifled a yawn.
“Sweet dreams, ” Anna mumbled and waved at the screen.
“You too” he replied and the screen went black. He reached for his cock and squeezed, but she had worn him out and he relaxed on the sofa as the warm air wrapped around and the birds sang him to sleep.
Anna was dreaming. Sam was kissing her and touching her breasts. She wanted to move away, but offered him a hard nipple to suck on as his hand stroked up her thigh. She opened her legs for the older man and his hand brushed over her vulva, causing her inner labia to stir and swell. She opened her legs more so her lips could part for him as his fingers ran along her wet slit. She gasped as he touched her labia, his mouth sucking her nipple as he caressed her. She was giving herself to him, opening her body for the older man now.
Robert’s voice woke her and she saw his dark hair on her chest as he suckled, his hand softly stroking her opening labia.
“Huh!” she mumbled, hoping she had been quiet as he aroused her while she slept.
“I said your breast tastes of cum” and he went back to feasting on the hardening nipple as a finger found her wet opening.
“I hope it is wet enough for your finger to go inside.” She whispered to her lover, groaning a second later as he confirmed it was.
Anna reached down to Robert’s hand and pressed the palm down on her clitoris as his finger was buried deep in her.
“Bend your finger inside me” she whispered, “stroke it along my front wall” and she pressed his hand to grind over her clitoris as he did it.
Anna shuddered as the sudden orgasm crashed over her, groaning and shaking on Robert’s hand.
It took her a few moments to recover, enough time for her to be able to talk again.
“Fuck me, darling” was all she could say.