Sean's Reprise part 1

That Friday night - night out with mates, a few beers and there’s Daisy, Ken’s missus, sliding over to me, thigh pressing mine, breasts brushing my arm, telling me she’s had this sexy dream featuring yours truly. Well, I nearly swallowed my glass, but I could see her blushing, so I gave her a grin and said, ‘Go on, tell us the sordid details.’ She did - graphic detail – the intensity of her exhalations beating a path from my ear to my groin. The old man was swelling, dancing a jig under the table. I thought I’d lose it when she told me how we came together.

Later, on the way home we walked ahead of the others and as we turned a corner, I grabbed her bum, pulled her to me and planted a kiss. I don’t go with married women, let alone one of my mates, but a few drinks, groin still aching from her earlier revelations and I didn’t care. Her lips were moist, mouth open to mine and her tongue left a tingling path across my upper lip, before she pulled away laughing, saying we’d better walk on before the others caught us. There was no doubt she was as turned on as I was by it all.

Cheery goodbyes all round, see you laters and I walked home, head spinning, balls heavy between my legs, deep ache of desire in the pit of my stomach. By the time I got into bed I had a tent pole for the duvet. I curled around it and slept.

Dreamless sleep of the innocent or not, when I woke up the ache of desire intensified. I recalled the press of her thigh, the voluptuous warmth of her breasts, the delicious handful of her bum, the tingling aftermath of our kiss. I lay there, legs akimbo, throbbing – picked up my phone, sent her a text, paying her in her own coin. Truth is I probably overdid that one that Saturday. I was in a lather; the old man wouldn’t stay down and my mind wouldn’t let it rest. I rewound - replayed her dream – embellished it – texted each new lascivious moment – her on her knees, sucking on my swollen cock – my tongue snaking a trail up her leg to taste her sex – rolling her nipple between my lips…

Days wore to weeks but the ache did not subside. She’d slip, uninvited, into my thoughts, her words breathed into my ears found my groin, the old man jumped and strained my zipper. Of course, it was fuelled along the way. The flirtatious press of her knee, the brush of her breasts, her glance through lowered, fluttering eyelashes, her languid, knowing, half-smile… I was becoming an aging adolescent, never knowing when I would have to seek refuge in a seat to conceal the throbbing lump in my trousers. I needed to put this to bed, one way or another!

Chance came along when I had to deliver a horse box out to a farm near Grange Sands. I’d drop in on Daisy and Ken and invite them along for the ride. At the back of my mind, I knew Ken would be glued to the test match and wouldn’t be budged, but he’d had chance enough to see the signs and I was giving him the chance. It panned out the way I’d thought it would, Ken stayed stuck to the telly and Daisy jumped at the chance of a day away. We clambered into my 4x4 and headed off. There was an electric storm brewing in the space between our legs and I half expected to be struck by a bolt of lightening each time I reached out to shift gear.

We dropped the horse box and headed on to the coast for a walk along the beach, relaxing into the familiarity of chatting and joking, but with the sensual undertone of all that had passed in recent weeks. We walked, chatting, frisking in the sun. We touched playfully a couple of times. All along, I was aware of the sensual movements of Daisy as she walked, her voluptuous frame, the heightened desire of our sexual fantasies, but there was Ken at home, the history of times shared together. I was walking an edge, it wouldn’t take much of a nudge to take3 me over, but I wanted to sure – I wanted Daisy to be sure…

We reached some grassy dunes. Daisy kicked off her sandals and lay down, closing her eyes, stretching herself out in the sun. She looked so inviting and I felt the excitement of the throb between my legs as I lay down beside her, plucked a stem of grass and tentatively twirling it between her breasts. She opened her eyes and held my gaze as I told her about my misgivings. I saw her shiver of excitement as she turned away when I told her, despite it all, of my lust and excitement. I cupped her face, turning her gaze back to mine as I rolled over on top of her, parting her legs with my knee. ‘Are you sure?’ I asked as she opened her legs wider to let me settle between them. She nodded assent as I lowered myself to her lips. Our mouths opened to each other. We kissed passionately, tongues probing, tasting - dancing together. Our groins sought and pressed against each other. I found my way inside her top, found her nipple, hard and proud. My cock was throbbing between us. She found the bulge, started to rub herself against it, writhing and moaning. I felt the urgency rising, ‘I’ll fuck you here.’ I pulled away – would have unleashed my cock, pulled her panties to one side when a dog came wagging round the dune. We separated in a hurry and managed to restore some smirking decorum before the dog’s owner followed round.

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