Chris was going to spend the next weekend outside the city. He inherited a small cozy house on the ocean coast from a lonely aunt who died at a very old age a few years ago.
Chris hit the road on Friday afternoon. His brand new "Nissan" with a barely audible rustle rushed along the asphalt, which seemed to have melted from the heat. When someone voted on the side of the road, Chris braked more mechanically than willingly. Through the glass of the right door lowered to half, a burning brunette looked into the salon. Skillfully applied make-up made her face unexpectedly interesting and attractive. Chris gladly took a companion. Light chatter brightened up the monotony of the road. It soon became clear that she was going to visit a friend who lives near Chris.
Chris was pleased from time to time to look at the tanned relief legs of a fellow traveler, nonchalantly chirping in the front seat. When it turned out that the girl's name was Sheila, he sadly remembered that that was the name of his first love, with whom he spent several unforgettable nights many years ago.
It was only a few kilometers to the place when Chris, without much hope that his offer would be accepted, invited Sheila for a cup of coffee and was pleasantly surprised that she agreed without hesitation.
The neglected, wild garden that surrounded Chris's summer residence greeted them with gloomy coolness and silence. Chris's quick and easy meal was not sophisticated, and the bottle of Amaretto looked like a stranger from another world. Sheila tastefully drank a few glasses and, slightly tipsy, completely relaxed. Her well-cut figure excited Chris's imagination, and he imagined with slight excitement what charms were hidden behind a dark cherry blouse and a short, tight-fitting skirt.
- Shall we take a swim? he suggested.
- With pleasure! Sheila readily responded. - But where can I change my clothes?
- Yes, even for this apple tree! Chris snapped. - And I'll go up to the house so as not to disturb you.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, Chris rushed to the secretary, where he kept powerful marine binoculars, left over from his days in the Navy. Bringing it into focus was a matter of seconds. Unsuspecting Sheila slowly began to change behind the apple tree, while Chris examined her in detail, hiding behind a thick curtain. When Sheila took off her panties, Chris was surprised to find: instead of the usual black triangle between the elastic girlish thighs, completely naked plump lips were visible. It thrilled and aroused him. In addition, even at such a distance, it was noticeable that the girl's clitoris is amazing in size.
Feeling that such an anatomical feature could deliver uncharted pleasures, Chris put down his binoculars and hastily changed into his clothes.
They bathed for a long time in the warm clear water, occasionally throwing wary glances at each other. Chris noted that Sheila's breasts are elastic and, which has always attracted him in women, her tips look to the sides. Once he heard that this is a sign of special sex appeal. Several times he swam very close to Sheila, but did not allow himself any liberties. Chris adhered to the golden rule: the fruit must ripen and fall into your hands ...
After bathing, they settled down in the garden again without changing their clothes. Chris' keen eyes noted that Sheila's wet bathing suit was slightly translucent. Her small appetizing nipples protrude thin matter. After a few more sips of the delicious Amaretto, Chris noted that Sheila's eyes had warmed up, and there was some playfulness in her behavior. "It's time," he thought, and as if by chance invited her to swing in a hammock. Sheila gladly agreed, noting that she had not been given such an opportunity for a long time.
The hammock was Chris' pride. Its extraordinarily elastic mesh, made in Thailand, almost did not cut into the body, and dense decorative bushes completely hid it from prying eyes.
Sheila, on the advice of Chris, settled herself across the net, and her posture involuntarily conjured up associations with a gynecological chair. Legs spread and bent at the knees allowed Chris to examine her barely covered ass without interference, and her relaxed, sagging body seemed seductively defenseless. Chris brought a wicker chair to the hammock, placing it across from Sheila. It was felt that a pleasant afternoon languor took possession of her. She threw her hands behind her head and paid no attention to Chris. He slowly laid his hand on her knee set aside and began gently rocking the girl lying in the hammock. Gradually, his hand moved up the elastic warm leg, caressing and gently feeling it. Sheila closed her eyes, and her thin nostrils quivered several times. Chris's fingers rested on the narrow strip of still-damp cloth covering the entrance. Then they got inside unhindered and, unexpectedly for Chris, plunged into a hot, moistened vagina. Only a slightly tense stomach betrayed the excitement that gripped Sheila. Chris impatiently shifted the elastic strip of matter to the side, exposing a clean-shaven entrance, and cautiously groped her protruding clitoris with his finger. Sheila continued to sway in the hammock in a detached way. Chris stood up and quickly pulled off his swimming trunks with his free hand. His long-hardened tool jumped out like a beast from an ambush. It was no problem for experienced Chris to introduce it into the sweetly parted petals. Sheila sighed loudly and threw her head back. The Thai hammock continued to swing slowly. Soon the amplitude of the oscillations became so great that Chris's instrument periodically began to leave the hospitable cave, and then freely entered it, occasionally, however, slipping past and resting either on the elastic buttocks, or on the pinkish keel towering above the lips. These involuntary blunders gave both of them a special, refined pleasure. The pace set by Chris, allowed long enough to stay almost at the very top of voluptuousness. Sheila's moans grew louder, more desperate, and Chris, overcome by the fire of desire, energetically moved towards the swaying body, trying to penetrate as deep as possible. His sensitive, skillful fingers fondled Sheila's coffee-brown nipples. As soon as he got close to her chest, she jerked off her bra with a convulsive movement, without unbuttoning. The long-awaited peak of pleasure shocked both of them, causing Chris to fall on Sheila. The hammock rebounded resiliently, and they, trembling, swayed in it, like two huge fish in a net.
- How good! Sheila whispered into Chris' ear, holding him tight.
In a slight semi-consciousness, Chris felt her hot, satisfied body under him and was almost as grateful to her as many years ago, when another Sheila, in a fit of passion, hugged him, whispering unforgettable words.