Afternoon Delight

He was asleep when you walked into the room, a well-deserved Saturday afternoon nap following a long morning of yard work in the hot summer sun. Above him the ceiling fan, set on low, churned the air gently, providing just the right amount of cooling his lithe body needed to help him rest from his labors. 'He looks so peaceful,' you thought as you stood there watching his chest rise and fall evenly. He was nude, and even in the dim light of the semi-darkened room you could make out the tan lines from the shorts and t-shirt he always wore when working outside. He'd been working hard for the last three months now, long hours each weekend, to get the back yard just the way you wanted it, the flagstone walkway just right, the flower beds terraced at the heights you'd requested, the barbecue set just so off the patio door. Another few weeks, and your dream yard should be done. He stirred slightly as you smiled down at him, and you noticed a slight movement in his crotch. He was dreaming, and his penis was starting to respond. You admired his rising member, and the spirit in him that kept him working so hard for you. A tape was playing in the background, soft, easy-listening music. More his style than yours, but pleasant nonetheless. For the first time, you became aware that your body was swaying slowly to the music, absorbed in it as you were in the sight of him sleeping so peacefully. Quietly you slipped your t-shirt off and let it fall to the floor. The gentle breeze from the fan felt cool on your bare breasts, and your nipples responded quickly, becoming pert and hard. Again you smiled, softly now, and you ran your hands up your sides and onto your breasts. 'So full and ripe,' you thought as your hands cupped them. Almost instinctively you flicked your index fingers across your nipples, teasing them gently, building the ache in them even higher. For a moment, you arched your back and thrust your breasts forward, proudly, and kneaded them with your fingers. 'The only thing that feels better,' you thought, 'is his hands doing this instead of mine.' Your hips began gyrating in time with the song now playing, and a familiar warmth was beginning in your crotch. Slowly, you slid your hands down to rub its source, long, firm strokes designed to build your need to a higher pitch. After several strokes, you reached up and slid the tight shorts down over your shapely behind, letting them fall to the floor to join your t-shirt. The tempo of your swaying increased as a new, somewhat faster song began to play, and you riveted your eyes on his crotch as your fingers gently caressed your swelling love button. Your warmth was increasing steadily, and after a few minutes, you gingerly slipped onto the bed beside him. The object of your desire had been growing steadily as you'd undressed and aroused yourself, and now, at it's full height and thickness, it beckoned to you. Carefully now, so very, very carefully you reached out and circled his magnificent manhood at the base with your thumb and forefinger, their tips barely touching as they met on the other side. Gently, you laid the palm of your hand down onto the sack which held his jewels. The heat rising from his genitals was like an elixir, drawing you closer, ever closer, and you leaned over to bring your face and mouth to his beautiful member.. 'So wonderful,' you thought as you gazed at it's firmness. Cautiously, you reached out your tongue and touched its tip to him, just above your hand. Slowly you licked your way up his long, hard shaft, until your tongue reached the swollen head. He stirred again, and you paused, but he remained asleep, and you continued, now taking the head into your mouth, pausing again, and then tenderly drawing his penis deep into your mouth. Up and down, up and down your mouth moved on him, and now you felt him moving a bit more as he became aware of your actions. Soon, a single drop formed on the end of his member, and you slowly ran your tongue along the full length of him, gently urging more of his precious liquid up to join it. His hips moved again, mimicking the movements of your mouth, and you knew he was awake now. You quickened your pace, and slipped your free hand down to your own crotch. Inserting a finger into your puss, you were surprised at its wetness. Your efforts on his cock had absorbed your thoughts, but now you became aware of your own state, and you rubbed your clit furiously as you continued to suck on his thick, full cock. You could feel him building, the semen rising from deep within him, building, building, and you knew he'd soon fill your mouth with his essence. You rubbed yourself harder, seeking to match your orgasm with his. Harder, faster, and now you stroked his cock in rhythm with your mouth, in rhythm with your finger on your clit. He could hold back no longer, and his cum gushed into your mouth, hot spurts of his thick white liquid streaming into you, and as the first drops hit the back of your mouth, your fingers finished the job on your clit, and your climax rolled over you, filling you with waves of pleasure as his cock filled your mouth with his cum. You swallowed his offering greedily, and. when he was finished, you licked the final drops off his head, smiled up at him, and collapsed beside him. An afternoon nap sounded like a good idea.