Out On The Terrace
written by:
M.Woman

THE MORNING

‘Coffee outside at 11', I promised myself.

I had taken a couple of days off work as my husband worked away for weeks at a time and was due back tonight for a few days. I didn't want to waste precious time doing household chores when he was home and I wanted to prepare a romantic homecoming meal for us tonight, but the weather was amazing, so I would work like crazy then have an hour off outside on the terrace. I put my sun chair, book and sun cream outside ready and set to work. 3 hours later, coffee in hand, I settled back in my chair with my book. It wasn't quite as idyllic as it sounds - we were currently living next door to a building site and our flat afforded a wonderful view of diggers and cement mixers and hi-viz jackets and all the noise that went with it. Fortunately too high up to see any builders bums. Still, it was better than being at work and I soon lost myself in my book. It was hot out here, and not just from the sun. My book was hotting up nicely and as I read how the hero of the book was slowly undressing the heroine; how he cupped her breasts and nipped at her nipples; his hand sliding down, tracing the line of her panties, I found my own hand wandering down to my panties. I hadn't bothered to change into my bikini, there didn't see much point as no one could really see me up here. I just stripped off to my bra and pants which were now considerably damper than they had been 10 minutes ago. My nipples were tingling as I read and my clitoris was aching to be touched. I paused in my reading for a moment and looked down at the site - no one was taking the slightest bit of interest in me. ‘What the heck' I put my book down and relaxed back in my chair closing my eyes.

I thought about my husband John, and what we would do when he got home. I imagined him between my legs, his tongue flicking over my clit, teasing me. I instinctively opened my legs further, putting a leg either side of the sun bed so I was wide open. My hand slipped under the edge of my panties, the other hand pushed my bra strap off so I could pull the cup down and expose my nipple. It felt wonderful with the breeze blowing over it as I pulled it and pinched it. My hips arched against my fingers.

A sudden noise made my eyes flick open and glance down to the site. Directly in my line of view was the site office. The door was hooked back and a man stood just inside the opening. He was leaning against the door jamb with one arm, the other - I did a double take - the other was in front of him. I gasped, he had his cock in his hand. He was playing with himself. I looked at the other workers, non of them would be able to see, only me. As I stared at him he moved his free hand in acknowledgement. OMG could he see me? It certainly seemed that way. How much could he see? By the look of it quite a lot. I flopped back, and closed my eyes with embarrassment and thought about what I had been doing and what he was doing.

The more I thought the more turned on I got at the idea of him watching me. My hand slid down to my thigh again but this time I didn't imagine my husband. I imagined I was in that site office, on my knees in front of the workman. He had my head grasped between his strong hands, his cock pushed into my mouth. I moaned at the image as my hand eased its way under the edge of my panties and spread my lips open. He was fucking my mouth and I was powerless to stop him. I moved a finger between my spread lips and gasped - I was so ready to come, as I slid my finger up and down and round and round over my wet,wet pussy, my other hand pulled down my bra completely, my tits exposed, my nipples erect and free. I though then of my husband watching me whilst this man fucked my mouth, he in turn standing there with his cock out, erect. Wanking. That did it, I spread my legs as wide as I could get them and arched my body onto my fingers and came. Shuddering with delight, ripples of pleasure though my pussy lips and nipples. Amazing. I lay there for a few minutes, relaxed and deliciously satisfied. As I gradually returned to normality I opened my eyes - the workman had gone though I thought I saw movement in the back of the office but couldn't be sure. I was quite pleased he had gone. It meant I could nip inside and sort myself out - I was very wet. As I scurried inside I laughed to myself. I would enjoy telling John all about it tonight over a glass of wine.

I had a quick shower and got dressed. I needed to eat and then go into town to buy food for tonight's meal. I was heading back home and decided to go back via the building site. The workmen usually knocked off about 4 so I felt I could walk by unnoticed though I am sure I wouldn't recognise the workmen I had seen and I doubt he would recognise me. I passed as near to the workmen's hut as I could and looked up at our flat - yep, my suspicions were confirmed, he probably had a pretty good idea of what I was doing. I felt myself blushing and hurried back home but even now I could feel those naughty tingles. ‘ Hurry home John - I need you!'

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