"Bend over my lap, Mrs. Simmons."
"Yes, Jimmy."
She eased herself over my lap.
Mrs. Simmons's back was the most graceful back I have ever beheld. Even over my knee, she seemed to hold a perfect posture. Between her legs and her back were rounded hips and a firm bottom covered by her tiny swimsuit. It seemed it was just begging to be spanked.
I raised my hand and gave Mrs. Simmons a good hard swat on her right buttock. It bounced. It wasn't so much her buttocks, which were very firm, but rather a shudder. I gave her several more, alternating right and left, and she yelped each time that my hand swatted her ass.
"Ow! Ouch! Ow! Oooh, yeeeees!” she squealed, “That's it … Owee! Owee! Yes, I need it!"
"Stand up, Mrs. Simmons,” I said, pausing for a moment. “I'm going to pull your swimsuit down."
"Oh, yes,” she replied. “Spank my bare bottom."
She stood and waited patiently while I tugged her bottoms down to the top of her thighs.
"I think you'd better get the hairbrush,” I told her, motioning to the one she had left on the patio table.
She groaned, so I gave her a little slap on her bare bottom. She hurried over to the table, looking so pretty with her naked ass glowing bright pink and her bottoms hanging just below it.
"Give me the hairbrush and bend back over my knee, Mrs. Simmons."
She bent over and placed her hands on the patio floor, making her bottom very round. Her big breasts were pointed downwards, their nipples like tight pink pencil erasers. I set out to give her a dozen swats with the hairbrush and watched as she kicked and squirmed with every swat.
Finally I could stand it no longer. I dropped the hairbrush and grabbed her ass.
"Little sluts like to be fucked,” I said.
My dick was getting harder, so she took it out of my jeans, then stared down at it and smiled. A drop of pre-cum oozed out the slit.
"Yes they do, Jimmy."
She wrapped her hand around my dick and began stroking it. I groaned.
"I want you to fuck me, Jimmy."
If she didn't stop, I was going to shoot all over her tits.
"Out here in the yard, Mrs. Simmons?"
"Yes, Jimmy,” she said, “Out here."
I stood up and stripped out of my clothes, then reached down and took her swimsuit bottom completely off, revealing the sweetest pussy east of the Mississippi. Her shaved cunt lips glistened with wetness and she laid back to spread her legs wide.
"Fuck me, Jimmy."
I quickly spread her legs and got in between them, holding her shapely calves in my hands. I raised her feet to my shoulders and kissed her ankles as I touched her pussy lips with the head of my cock.
"Jimmy, stop teasing me,” she whined.
I pulled her right foot to my mouth and nibbled on her toes, taking each one in my mouth and sucking on it. She huffed, loving what I was doing, but wanting to feel my cock. I could feel her pushing her hips up to grab my dick. Her moves made a little more of my cock head go into her pussy. I took her little toe out of my mouth, licked her red painted toenail, and pushed a little more of my stiff shaft into her.
"Damn it, Jimmy,” she said impetuously, “would you please…"
"Would I please what, Mrs. Simmons?” I asked, smiling at her impatience.
Then I entered her a little more.
"Please do this?” I asked.
She moaned and wiggled her pussy on my cock. I gave her a little more. I could feel the heat of her hot spanked ass all the way to my balls.
"And this?"
I made her come with just the tip of my dick against her clit. Then I made her come with my cock buried deep inside her, ramming it into her like a goddamn freight train while her long legs were wrapped around my hips. She bucked under me like a fucking stallion, squealing and screaming like I was beating her ass, but hell, if she didn't care if the neighbors heard, neither did I. Her pussy gripped my dick like a size four girdle on a size fourteen ass, and I went off like a cannon.
We collapsed together in the chaise lounge after about a half hour of serious screwing, my dick still buried in her cunt, my head resting on one of her soft tits, her nipple in my ear. After a few minutes, she began to chuckle, jarring me a little on her chest. I lifted my head.
"What's so funny, Mrs. Simmons?” I asked.
"You, Mr. Simmons,” she replied with a smile, “Don't you ever get tired of playing this lawn keeper/lonely housewife scene?"
I grinned.
"Not if it gets you to wear that little bikini that I love so much, sweetheart,” I told her, the grin still not leaving my face, “and it gets me inside your sweet pussy."
I propped my head up between her breasts and she squeezed my ass cheeks affectionately in her hands.
"I tell you what,” I continued, still grinning, “next time, we can play the strict uncle/naughty niece scene. I know you like that one."
"Lorraine!"
"Yes, honey?"
"What do you think you are doing?"
"Well, let's see. I'm standing on the patio in front of the barbecue grill with tongs in my hand and steaks on the fire. Hmm … looks like I'm barbecuing."
"Like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like that! Naked!"
"Sam, I'm just barbecuing, not flashing the neighbors. We have a privacy fence around the yard. No one can see me."
"But you're going to burn your tits!"
"Don't you think I could feel it if my tits were too close to the heat?"
"But Lorraine, those gorgeous tits, you know how much I love them."
"I'm not going to burn my tits, Sam."
"You could melt your nipples!"
"Nipples don't melt."
"And that pretty pussy. Don't tell me that hair doesn't burn!"
"I'll be careful."
"I love the way your pussy feels in my mouth."
"Sam?"
"Yes, honey?"
"The front of your shorts is rising. Why are you getting hard?"
"Well, because you're standing there naked, Lorraine."
"Looking at me naked makes your dick hard?"
"Always."
"Always?"
"Yeah."
"Lemme see."
"See? All nice and hard for you."
"Oh yes, it is. And if I touch it like this…"
"Oh … yeah. Don't stop."
"Well, I don't know, Sam. I mean, I really should get back to the steaks."
"Oh please, don't stop!"
"You don't want me to burn the steaks, do you?"
"Turn off the grill! I'll eat ’em raw!"
"So you like it when I do this?"
"Yeah, baby, yeah."
"Right here? Is that where you want it?"
"Ooohhh! Ummmpphhh!"
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Uh huh … uh huh … uh huh!"
"Well, maybe I could stroke just a wee bit more…"
"Oh yeah! That's it! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!"
"Sam, it sounds as if you're coaching me for a swim team match."
"Let me just get out of these shorts and…"
"Sam, why are you backing me up?"
"Patio table."
"Oh my! I don't remember you ever lifting me up on the patio table before."
"Now, I'll show you the real white meat, baby!"
"Oh show me, Sam! Show me!"
"There you go, baby. Get that leg over my shoulder!"
"Sam, my leg doesn't bend like that."
"Sorry."
"Sam, what about the neighbors?"
"They aren't invited to the barbecue."
"They might hear us!"
"We'll tell ’em the TV was turned up too loud. That's it, baby, nice and open like that. Show me that sweet dessert tray."
"Oh Sam! You're so hard!"
"As hard as the bone in that T-bone steak, baby!"
"Oh, get it in there, big boy!"