Saturday 4th June

A beautiful sunny day, perfect for flowers. I’m sure that must be why she picked me today. After breakfast she ventured out into the back garden and set about mowing the vast lawn. It was a hot job and she worked up a good sweat, making me warm and damp in the process. Every time she bent to empty the grass collector her jeans rode down over my slippery softness. I peaked over the waistband of her jeans again and again and every time she pulled them back over me I became crushed against her hot, sweaty slit.

She finished cutting the grass and set about weeding, kneeling on the ground with her ass in the air. I’d managed to wriggle out again, the joy of hipster jeans, and I had a good view of the garden. There were lots of beautiful flowers to admire, like those that adorn me, and also I was able to see the back of the house and neighbouring properties. As she leaned backwards and forwards across the flower beds, bum presented to the world, she was totally oblivious to the guy next door, who was watching from his upstairs window. He might have thought he was obscured by the sheer voile at the window but I, and most likely her if she turned, could see everything. He had his generous cock in his hand and was wanking quite leisurely as he watched her. I was riding slowly up into her ass crack and she reached back to adjust me. He paused whilst she did this and removed his hand from his hard-on, letting it bob and strain freely. It was magnificent, she was missing a truly glorious sight. 

She returned to clearing the weeds and he began to pump his cock again, quickly picking up the pace. I couldn’t really see his face but the sudden slowdown and tightening of his adequate balls suggested he’d come and he disappeared from sight. 

As if on queue she finished her task and cleared away, returning to the house to wash her hands. I couldn’t help but wonder how differently that would have played out if she’d have caught him. I longed for her to have seen it so she might have creamed all over me, surely she would have? She might have pretended to be shocked, maybe she would have shouted out, but I think she would have been flattered. She might have even needed to take a break and finger fuck herself if she’d seen how hard he was for her. A bead of sweat ran down her crack and I quickly soaked it up, happy to receive it in the absence of a more desirable wetness between those warm soft thighs.

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Style: Short

Material: Micromesh, lace edged waist

Features: Daily Juices, Perspiration

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Thursday 2nd June

She slipped me up over her ass cheeks and I immediately became aware of a heavenly scent. Not her intimate smell, although that is heavenly, but a delicate perfume all over her bottom and thighs. She must have applied some form of lotion or cream after her shower, and not only did it smell great, it also made her skin really smooth. The curve of her cheeks peeked out from below me and as her husband walked past he couldn’t help but reach out and cup her ass. He ran his finger along the crease of her bum towards her ass hole and she wiggled ever so slightly onto his finger before batting his hand away playfully.

That sensuous, silky skin rubbed gently against me when she put on her favourite faded old jeans. Almost like her skin was teasing me with such a light delicate touch. She chose a top in the same colour as me and every time she glanced at the tshirt she smirked about the fact her panties were the same colour, but nobody knew. I could tell it made her feel sexy, naughty even.

The husband went out and she busied herself making the bed, then perched on the edge whilst she made some phone calls. The guy she spoke to at the garage had a particularly deep voice and it reminded her of another voice that she found especially attractive, that of Michael C Hall. She quickly picked up her phone again. But this time, instead of mundane calls, she used it to watch the scene in Dexter, season 8, where Hannah and Dexter fuck. She got instantly wet and before I knew what was happening she had lay down on the bed, pushed me and her jeans down to her ankles, and started fingering herself. I had a great view of her pussy but wished I was closer to the action so I could feel her heat and soak up her juices. She pushed her legs further apart and suddenly I understood why she needed better access. Although her feet were restrained by her clothing she still managed to open those legs nice and wide so she could slip her vibrator in. She held her lips open with one hand and pushed the large cock shaped vibrator deep inside herself. Her gasp was audible and in just a few swift movements, slowly out and then quickly deep back inside, she came hard against the rubbery tool, grunting slightly with the pleasure. A car pulled up outside and she hastily removed the toy, but before she returned it to the drawer she wiped it clean on me! She slathered her warm wet pussy juice on me and I loved it! She quickly pulled me and her jeans back up and picked up the washing basket as a decoy. The husband’s key was in the door as she descended the stairs and I was basking in the warmth of her recent orgasm, her engorged lips brushing against me with every step.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful after that to be honest, although that little smirk kept making a reappearance and I don’t think it had anything to do with the fact that her pants matched her top.

Colour: Emerald Green

Style: Shorts

Material: Stretch Lace

Features: Daily Juices, Masturbation Sauce, Slight Perspiration

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Wednesday 1st June

She came at me with the scissors and I feared for my life. Two quick snips later and she’d removed my scratchy label and deposited me on the bed next to the rest of her clothes. Relief! I saw why she chose me, her ass would look peachy once she’d slid those long legs of hers into those tight, black jeans. And of course I was right, no VPL problems when I’m involved.

It wasn’t until I was in position, seated nicely between her cheeks, that I became aware of a lingering sex smell. Her husband must have fucked her last night and she had not showered today. There was definitely a residue of his cum and her juicy goodness all down that crack. And if I’m not mistaken, saliva. He must have tongued that tight ass hole for some time if I could detect that. Wow, what a treat for her and for me!

The day passed in a delirious haze, my senses were overwhelmed as I revelled in last nights excretions. She cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed the whole downstairs at some point, I’m not exactly sure when. All that activity warmed her up gently and more of that special aroma intoxicated me, so things are a little blurry.

At one point we were in the car and I was wedged up near her pussy, gradually working my way closer as she pushed the clutch in and out. She was listening to music, loud, guitars, it was turning her on and compounded by that she saw a man walking down the street and he looked like Russell Crowe. I never knew she had a thing for him but clearly she did because things became a little, how shall we say, heated up. I became a bit damp, so she adjusted me away from that sweet juicy spot, which was incredibly frustrating. Luckily this frustration was relatively short lived. When we got home she bent over to empty the washing machine and the husband grabbed her hips and dry humped her roughly from behind, forcing me to rub right up into her fragrant crevice. She told him to stop but the juices don’t lie and they had started to flow for sure.

I’ve been out of it for most of the day, high on the essence of last nights encounter. If I hadn’t had that then I might have been disappointed that she didn’t have a shit today. Another time perhaps.

Colour: Black

Style: Thong

Material: Cotton

Features: Daily Juices, Hint of Last Night Intimacy, Slight Perspiration

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Tuesday 31st May

She finally picked me! I nestled snugly between freshly bathed thighs and was encased in denim. It was a warm day and I increasingly felt the heat radiating from her, making me slightly damp. It must have been around 11am when the doorbell rang, a parcel was being delivered. Her attraction to the delivery guy was evident by the sticky warmth she deposited on me, it was glorious and she rubbed it on to me throughout lunch with her husband.

She hung washing out later and as she bent up and down to the washing basket I crept gradually up between her pussy flaps. Sweeeet! Eventually she pulled me out, spoil sport.

Around 3pm she lay on the bed and tried to have a little nap but the husband came in and he was frisky. She was resistant initially but he started rubbing her through her trousers and she quickly ripened up. She wouldn’t let him take her trousers off but he still managed to snake his hand into me and soon enough he was flicking her clit then sliding a finger into her wet hole. It took no time at all for her to cream over his fingers and he wiped it on me before removing his hand. Pure bliss. I spent a joyful afternoon basking in dampness whilst she cleaned the car, once again sneaking up into those lovely soft folds. I dreamt that I could stay there for an eternity…

Colour: White

Style: Low rise brief

Material: Cotton

Features: Daily juices, female cum

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