The Exhibition

I don’t remember when I first met Sherry. It may have been at a concert with a group of other people. It may have been at a local watering hole. It doesn’t matter because I remember one awesome afternoon that I spent with her. Sometime, somewhere I asked if she wanted to go out. To my chagrin, she only agreed to a lunch date.

We met at an out-of-the-way restaurant in a nearby town, where Sherry poured her soul out to me. She was going through a divorce from her husband and didn’t feel comfortable going out on a “real” date. It was an unhappy marriage to a husband not interested in sex. She had gotten breast implants in an attempt to draw interest, but that didn’t work. I must say, however, that it certainly drew my attention.

After many words and a few tears, I asked Sherry if she wanted to take a walk in the park that I had passed on the way. She smiled at this and said something about me wanting to get her to a secluded area. I replied with something about how that was the furthest thing from my mind. We went to the park; walked a little; talked a little; and ended up sitting on a picnic table. She was more at ease, and I leaned in to kiss her.

Sherry stopped me and said that she couldn’t do that here. Couldn’t do that here? Did that mean she could do it somewhere else? Luckily, she had an idea. The house that she had lived in with her husband was up for sale and was nearby. She assured me that no one lived there and that he was out-of-town. By this time, I was willing to go anywhere.

I followed her to the house, and I could tell she was nervous as she got out of her car. As we walked into the house, I could almost see her shaking. I put my arms on her shoulders; turned her around; and kissed her. In that moment, all of her uneasiness melted away. She put her arms around me and began darting her tongue into my mouth. My tongue met hers, and we were soon ripping the clothes off of each other.

Then, she stopped me again.

“Want to get in the hot tub?”

At this point, I would get into anything as long as I could get into her.

“Sounds good to me, but it’s daylight, and I don’t have a suit.”

“That’s ok. You can wear one of my husband’s. I’ll grab it and put on a bikini.”

I knew what she was doing. She was attracted to me but wasn’t sure if she was ready to have sex with me. She came down the stairs wearing a string bikini, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She had an awesome body, and her curves – both natural and manmade – were barely being held by it. She gave me the bathing suit to change into and said that she would be in the hot tub.

After a few minutes, I climbed into the tub with her, and we both relaxed. I noticed that the next door neighbor was mowing his yard, so I knew that nothing was going to happen out there. And, that is when I was proven wrong.

Sherry positioned herself in front of me and said, “This top is too confining. Will you please untie it for me?”

I pulled the string, and the top fell into the water. She turned to me, and I saw her breasts for the first time. They were amazing. Firm. Full. Her large nipples were standing straight out. I kissed her as I kneaded them with my hands. Then, I moved my mouth one of her nipples and began to suck as my hand played with the other. I sucked. I licked. I bit. Sherry moaned as my mouth took in her breasts, and she began to fondle me.

It wasn’t long before she had my suit off, and she was stroking me under the water. There we were in broad daylight. Sucking. Stroking. Her breasts completely exposed to anyone who wanted to see. I thought about the guy mowing his yard, but I didn’t think about him for long.

I lifted myself onto the side of the tub and pulled her head toward me. She instantly knew what I wanted. Sherry took me into her mouth and sucked my cock. I could feel the breeze blow against me as she moved her head up and down. I couldn’t stand this anymore; grabbed the back of her hair; and pull her up. Now, she was standing in front of me.

There we were. I was completely nude and sitting on the side of the tub. She was topless and standing in water up to her knees. Our eyes never left each other as I reached down and untied the bottom of her bikini. It fell to the ground, and Sherry was standing there in all of her beautiful glory.

I ran my hand between her thighs and said, “I am going to fuck you, but I am not going to fuck you in this hot tub.”

She sighed, and her body fell into me.

“I don’t care where you fuck me. I just need you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

I climbed out of the hot tub with a raging hard on and helped her climb out of the tub.

“Are we going inside?”

“Not a chance. You are going to get fucked where anyone can see.”

I had noticed a lounge chair earlier, and led her to it. She laid on it and spread her legs as wide as they would go. I put my knees on the chair and her knees over my arms. Then, I slowly slid my cock into her. Something told me that she needed it slow, and that’s how I gave it to her. Slowly in. Slowly out. As I slid out, I made sure that my cock completely left her pussy. Each time, she begged me, “Please put it back in.”

I slowly stroked as I felt her body build up to an orgasm. Her body tensed. She began to shiver. Suddenly, she moaned loudly as the juices poured out of her. Sherry held me tightly as my hard cock remained inside of her.

“You don’t think we are finished do you?”

“Not at all. You need to cum, too.”

“That’s right. But, you are going to be on display when you make me cum.”

I raised up and helped her off the chair. I replaced her on my back and motioned for her to climb on to my erection. Sherry straddled me and slowly slid down my pole.

“I don’t want to be fucked slowly. You are going to ride the Hell out of me.”

Sherry didn’t hesitate as she rode up and down my cock. She arched her back and thrust her breasts as she slammed herself all the way down. She gritted her teeth as she impaled herself over and over and over. I could feel that she was going to cum again and struggled not to cum myself. She jerked wildly as she came once again. Finally, I was able to explode deep inside of her as she collapsed on top of me.

We laid there for a while and got up to grab our stuff and go inside. That’s when we noticed that the neighbor who was mowing his yard had stopped to watch the entire show.

That was the last time that I saw Sherry. I called a few more times, but she never seemed to be able to go out with me. After a few failures, I stopped calling and lost touch with her. It was almost a year later when I heard that she had reconciled with her husband. I used to wonder if he had as much luck with his bathing suit as I did.


9 Responses to “The Exhibition”

  1. Butterfly Joy Says:

    What you said to her turn me on tremendously, since the 2nd sentence.

  2. oh wow .. WOW… this totally appeals this small outdoor fetish I have. 😉
    what a great time!

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