Spring Evening

Spring Evening Some years ago my girlfriend and I were laying in bed on a Saturday evening in May. It was a typical warm evening in the desert southwest, and we had the window open. I just had on a pair of briefs, she was just wearing a pair of panties. We'd been fooling around for a bit, and both of us were showing wet spots on our skimpy clothing. At the moment, we'd parted a bit, and both of us were relaxing some and catching our breath, when a warm breeze came through the open window. "Mmmm," she said. "Feels good."  "Yes it did. Want to go outside?" "Don't want to get dressed." "No, the patio." She thought about it for a minute before saying yes. To fill in some details here, I've got a 'U'  shaped patio off the kitchen arcadia door, not too big, maybe 8 feet wide, 10-12 feet long. Add to that a large shade tree in the middle of the back yard plus a full privacy fence, and no one can see into that area from the outside. Some more details; I was 56 at the time, about 5'-9", maybe 35 pounds overweight, and Ann was 51. She's 5'-2" (stretching, she says), 20 pounds overweight, over the shoulder hair, nice bush, and nice B-cups tits. I'm average, 6", and as she says, 'delightfully thick'.  Not perfect, by any means, just your average guy and gal. I slipped my briefs off as we got up, and with a little persuading got her to doff her panties too. We left the lights off in the house as we made our way into the living room and from there through the kitchen and out into the patio. The night air felt good, and we stood together for a while enjoying it. She was standing in front of me, her back to me, and I had my arms around her, feeling her softness cuddled against me. After a few minutes, I gently slipped my hand down between her legs and resumed the caressing I'd been doing earlier. She shifted and opened her legs slightly, giving me better access to her warm, wet pussy. Her breathing picked up a bit, and I could feel her squirming in my arms. I could also feel the effect her nice little butt was having on my cock, but for the moment I wanted to concentrate on her. We'd talked from time to time about doing it outside but when we'd decided to give it a try last fall, it was too late, and the cooler nights had kept us indoors over the winter. Tonight, I could tell, was going to be the night. Just as I started to plan how I was going to get her over to a small picnic table at the far end of the patio, she suddenly slipped her hand down underneath mine, whispering "Here, let me do that, you just keep your hand on top of mine." This was a surprise, indeed. We'd masturbated each other a few times, and I'd done myself with her watching once, but she'd never done herself for me. And while I couldn't see anything in the darkness, I knew that in the future I'd be treated to the sight of her pleasuring herself for me. I moved my hand to let hers underneath to do its work. She started slowly, circling her clit a time or two, then sliding a finger down her slit and into her wet pussy to bring some of her juices back up. More circles, another trip down with a finger, more circles, another dip into her warm wetness, and after a few minutes of this, her pace picked up, and I could sense her clit was swelling to her touch, aching for more pressure, seeking her pleasure. And suddenly, she was there, her climax coursing through her body, her butt thrusting back against my hard-on as though in a desperate attempt to somehow pull me into her as her spasms consumed her body with pleasure. She slumped back against me then, her knees weak, her body spent, and over the next few minutes her breathing slowly returned to normal. When she felt she could stand again without leaning into me, she turned around in my arms and reached up to kiss me. As our lips met I felt her small hand take my manhood and begin to slowly, gently slide up and down along its length, becoming more persistent with each passing moment until I felt my orgasm building to the point of no return. My cum erupted out of my cock onto her stomach, and flowed down into her thick, dark bush, the release so welcome and so needed after the buildup of the last several minutes. I slipped my hand between her legs once more, seeking and finding some of my cum, and as I rubbed it into her wet pussy, she continued to stroke my cock and balls, rubbing my cum onto them. We stood that way for a few minutes, our fingers fondling each others sex, then made our way back inside, to shower together and return to the bed for a restful night of sleep in each others arms.