Courtney casually kissed her wealthy and much senior husband goodbye. She returned to the large master bedroom to get more comfortable and make sure she had the proper tools for the workout she was about to put herself through. She knew she only had a brief viewing window for this experience and she didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
She noticed that the crotch of her thin lace panties was already moist as she stripped one leg and then the other out of her worn blue jeans. Stretching her tight, tan legs, she strolled into the bathroom. Courtney contemplated which toy would fit her purpose that day. Loosening the buttons on her light summer sweater, she opened the secret drawer and looked over her collection.
I had better take Mr. Pink in glass, just in case the teal one runs out of battery power. I’ve been on a teal kick lately, ever since it seemed to find that special spot, she thought.
Gathering her weapons, she made the long walk across the main area of the house into the kitchen. It had a large window which wrapped around a corner and provided a view to the golf course as well as what she was really there for, the neighbor’s yard.
The view of the neighbor’s yard was not of great interest normally, but for about a week each year, it became the main focus every morning for the nubile, young, trophy wife. In that yard was a stump which was used as a base for chopping wood. Lots and lots of wood. All of that wood was chopped by the neighbor’s son who was home from college for the summer. His name was Chip. At least, that’s what everyone called him. That’s the name Courtney used for him in all of the many, sorted fantasies that she had involving him fucking her into oblivion.
Chip was six foot two inches and strikingly handsome for his age. He had an etched face that had been aged by many years spent living the country club life of golfing and working as a lifeguard. Courtney was sure that he’d stolen more than his fair share of first flowers from girls in his school and others in the area. He was athletic, but not overly muscular with broad shoulders, round biceps, and Popeye’s forearms full of veins and bulging. What really got her blood pumping was the massive and calloused hands that swung the axe. She could only imagine the size of the cock he must have to need such big hands to work himself out on a daily basis. She dreamt that it was her little body he thought about when he jerked off.
It was certain he was going to be working on the wood pile that had been delivered yesterday. She had seen him prepping when she was out to get the paper from her mailbox that morning. The sun was just coming up and he was out in the driveway, assessing his upcoming task. She nearly creamed herself when he waved at her wearing only his lounge pants.
“Hey, Chip! It looks like your dad has some work for you.” I’ve got some work for you over here when you’re done.
He chuckled. “Hey, Mrs. T. Yeah, looks like a few morning’s worth.”
“That looks like hard work.” She walked up the long driveway, swishing as she walked.
“Yes, it is. I can always use some help.”
“Oh no, I wasn’t offering to help. I’ll offer you a cold drink, but I’ll be inside in the A/C.” I would volunteer to help you out of those fucking pants!
Back in the kitchen, she had placed her selected tools on the table and fixed herself another cup of coffee. Then she took her perch on the kitchen table. The tabletop gave her the best view.
Oh, I’m just in time! Here he comes with the first load. Good. Those are big logs, which means lots of lifting and many repeated strikes with the axe and sometimes sledge. It sucks that he starts the day wearing that long-sleeved LIG T-shirt, but I know that won’t last long. He gets hot so quickly. I’m sure he’ll be pulling that off after just a few logs.
I swear the only reason he even wears it is because his mom thinks he should cover himself up so the ladies playing golf won’t get distracted. Fuck them. He’s mine!
He placed the first log on the stump and took his first, mighty swing. The axe tearing through the log sent a shiver and jolt through her entire body. She squirmed on the table as he reloaded and took another swing, her panties now soaked. Resisting the temptation to reach straight for her drenched undies, she squeezed at the tight muscles of her belly with her right hand instead as she leaned back on her left.
Chip completed the first log and replaced it with another. Still holding off on touching her craving flower, she tried to extend her pleasure for as long as possible. He was nearly halfway through the second log when he had soaked through his shirt and pulled it over his head. He took a quick sip of water, his six pack taught. Droplets of sweat ran down his Devil’s Ditches.
I would lick every drop of sweat we could produce together from every inch of that hard body!
She couldn’t hold off any longer and moved her hand down over the sheer fabric of her drenched panties. The first touch of her fingers on her quivering clit made the muscles in her thighs twitch and jump. Holy fuck! This first orgasm isn’t going to take long. I wish I hadn’t seen him this morning.
Three of her fingers were pressed on her button and the surrounding lips. She started to work them in a circle, but knowing this was going to be fast, she reached for the teal, thick, silicone, vibrator that lay on the table beside her. She shifted and squirmed on the table as she fumbled to find the on button. Upon finding it, she heard the familiar buzz and quickly felt the wonderful tingle of the vibration across her quivering clit.
Two fingers were moved into her pussy as she rubbed the damp rubber against herself. Within seconds, she brought herself to a trembling orgasm. Her legs tightened and released. Her left foot slipped off the table and she had to stabilise herself. The vibrator was very loud as it reverberated on the table while held in place by her hand. She sucked her soaked fingers clean and felt it the better part of valor to move to a chair for the next trip up the mountain.
A chair was quickly turned around and she took a seat so she could still see. Placing her feet on the sill of the window in front of her, she grabbed the teal vibe which she had turned off, but was not done with. She lifted her ass and slipped out of her sopping panties so she could have direct access to her heavenly, waterlogged playground. She sat quietly for a few minutes with her eyes closed.
Please, Chip. Come over here and put your big hands where mine are.You’d split my little cunt with just two of those fingers. I can only imagine what the massive snake between your legs would do to me. I want you so bad! Fuck me hard like you fuck all of those college girls. Make me suck your dick and choke on it. I’ll even let you fuck my virgin asshole. Fuck! I want you Chip!
Chip continued to chop away as she came out of her fantasy. In her passionate delirium, she had forced all four fingers of her right hand into her dripping snatch. She fucked herself as if her hand was his big dick while she rubbed her clit hard with her other hand.
Sweat dripped from her forehead as she pounded her twat harder and harder. The sound of her flesh against the soft flesh of her lips as she abused herself with both hands was loud in the quiet kitchen. She pushed on the sill with her heels and leaned the chair back on its legs.
Not stopping for a moment, she plunged harder and deeper into herself. The legs slid out from under her chair and she crashed to the floor. Even that didn’t stop her pursuit of ecstasy. She rubbed her clit harder and faster. With the last few strokes, she finally felt a gush of her own, hot cum cover her hands, wrists, and thighs.
“Oh my fucking God! Yes! Fuck!”
She pulled her hands away from her gushing cavern. They balled into fists as she rolled around enjoying the reverberations of a magnificent climax. It didn’t last nearly long enough, but she knew there were more to come. For now, she lay spent on her back on the floor as she listened to the musical sound of a swinging axe.
Suddenly, that sweet sound was drowned out by the electrical groan from the chain on the garage door as it opened.
FUCK!