He was working on his chain link fence when he saw her walking up the street.
He was forty-one. She was home from college for spring break. Must have gotten in last night.
He picked up his tool bag and walked to an obscured section of fence at the back corner.
She continued past his house, eyes straight ahead until she reached the far edge of his property. Then she ducked off the street and followed the fence line to the back corner.
He grinned when he saw her.
She put her finger to her lips. “Shhh.”
He mouthed, “Promise.”
He admired her as she crept near, and put out his hand to brush her cheek.
She poked her fingers through the fence, curled them around his belt loops, and pulled him close.
He loved these moments of desire, when words weren’t needed and chemistry was more than enough.
She grasped his zipper with the index finger and thumb of one hand, moving in succession down the holes in the fence, unzipping him an inch at a time.
The contrast of hot passion and deliberate movements was deliriously arousing, and he was already stirring.
Her fingers extended as far through the fence as possible, so she could reach inside his pants and pull out his manhood. She carefully lined it up with a hole in the fence and poked it through. Then she yanked it close to her.
He felt the diamond pattern press against his base as the fence rattled.
He groaned. God she was sexy.
She let him hang there as she squatted, grasping the fence above her head with both hands.
She reached out her tongue and caught the dangling head. Looked up at him with eyes that asked, Keep going?
He wrapped his own fingers around her hands and nodded.
She closed her lips to kiss his tip, then took him inside. He loved when she took him before he was completely hard, and coaxed him with her wet warmth.
She felt him ballooning and adjusted her mouth, bobbing her head and sucking.
He tightened his grip around her hands in the fence and dragged himself as close to her as possible. Tilted his hips.
She worked her way down his shaft until the cold galvanized steel touched her face, the fence rattling softly as he strained against it.
She loved it when all he could do was mutter and groan. She continued unforgivingly, sucking as if her life depended on it, knowing his urges would force him to start thrusting.
She looked up into his eyes when she sensed he was getting there. Doubled her efforts and kept a tight seal around his shaft, working her tongue along his underside and around his head.
She took him straight to the place where his thrusting didn’t even make sense — just erratic spasms of need.
He didn’t know how she kept pace, but she did, and kept him sealed in her mouth too. He felt his balls tightening and his head swelling even more.
Her fingers were starting to lose circulation from his tightening grip. She relished and braced for the fleeting moments ahead.
So close. Release hung just out of reach for what seemed eternity, then crashed through him.
His ass clenched and his entire body went rigid, plastered to the fence.
His mouth opened in a silent howl as his cock twitched and spasmed and pumped cum into her mouth.
She sucked, and sucked, and sucked. She wanted him to remember this later and lose himself all over again.
When he was finally empty, his balls ached underneath and behind, the way they always ached after a hard cum.
Not a drop lost. She looked up at him as she swallowed.
“Mmmmm.” The first sound she had made.
She carefully sucked any remnants from his skin as he finally relaxed his grip on her hands.
She flexed her cramped fingers, then carefully fed his spent member back through the fence. She tucked it inside his pants and zipped him back up an inch at a time.
He grinned devilishly. She smiled and licked the last evidence of their encounter from her upper lip.
He picked up his tool bag as she tracked her way back along the fence line to the street, and resumed her walk.