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mowing."
    "Yeah, I saw you at the side
of the window," he'd reply. His face would flush. A wicked look would
flash in his eyes as he recalled the image of me he had seen - my nude form in
the shadows. He must have noticed the all over tan. Most of all he would have
noticed two gorgeous tits jutting from behind the curtain. He would see my hand
was at the apex of my tanned legs.
    Her voice would bring him back to
the moment. "That's why I put on this dress. I had been tanning on the
deck when you arrived." I'd tug at the hem and lean forward. Gravity would
do the rest. The loose neckline would drape away from my breasts. I see myself
leaning forward and caressing my tanned thigh. Would he know I was teasing him...flirting....inviting
him to see my tanned breasts? Was he just an innocent college kid?
    In my fantasy, he now stands by the
bed watching me. I smile  and slip one shoulder strap off, then the other. I
stand, touching his tanned arm, and,  as I reach, the strap falls lower, and
the thin cups fall away exposing my nipples. I lean forward, kiss him and his
arms wrap around me. I feel his strong tanned back. We kiss.
    I pull away. He no longer looks
innocent. He is uncertain but a sly grin flashes across his eyes. I sit on the
bed and pull my dress down, exposing both heaving breasts.
    "You like my tan?" I
jiggle them by tossing my shoulders. "You like my tits?" I reach to
him and draw him close. I unfasten his shorts and tug at them. He helps, and
they fall to the floor. He is nude under. His dark tanned chest and legs
contrast with the white band around his middle. His cock is standing tall,
almost pressing upward to his abs. He's thick, thicker than my vibe, than my
beads; his balls hang low. I press his hot cock between my tits. I look down
and engulf it, devouring the tip...his shaft, his sack. I taste them in
    turn.
    I fall back to the bed, my dress
now bunched up like a broad belt around my waist.
    He stands there, watching, almost
in shock. I lie back and slowly pull the beads from my vagina. He can't believe
what he is seeing. He moves onto the bed over me.
     "My cunt is so ready," I
moan. "Fuck it, fuck it like you wanted to when you first saw me."
    He enters me and thrusts deep and
hard. I squeeze my cunt. He fucks me furiously, fucks my brains out. I tell him
to treat me like the hot married cunt that he dreams about. He bangs harder. I
explode, and an orgasm wracks my body. I push him off and spring between his
legs gorging on his cock - taking him deep, almost gagging. Taking him deeper,
trying to deep throat. Taking him deeper than any other cock I've sucked. I
crave to feel his come, first in my mouth, then in my cunt. I want to drip with
his cream....
    Mmmm... I drifted back to reality.
The vibe slipped from my vagina. My strong muscles squeezed it out. The hot
waves of my orgasm radiated from my cunt. "My cunt," I said aloud,
hearing myself actually say it for the first time. It sounded nasty, dirty,
something said in sleazy hotels or alleys behind bars. It felt oddly
provocative to think I wanted to be considered a cunt. I tasted the vibe. It
was creamy. I slipped it back in my cunt, then again to my mouth wondering how
deep it could go. Not far enough. The tip made me gag as it neared the back of
my throat. I'd need to practice.
    I lay on the bed lost in my
thoughts. My cravings for the college guy surprised me by their intensity. My
little fantasy was so real. Reading the erotica had spurred my imagination. The
idea of seducing the college kid was crazy. I knew that, but the fantasy was so
erotic. The temptation was so strong. Something was building in me, and I was
letting it happen. A little guilt tugged me back, but the guilt was fading.
    I brought the vibe and beads to the
bathroom and washed them. I went back to the deck and cleaned up. I got his
towel, the glasses, and the camera and brought them inside. I checked the pics
that I had taken on the deck on the camera's view screen. I looked