It was quite a while after Bob and Nan moved away before we got new neighbors in the duplex we lived in on post. We had a very young couple show up for about a month and left without any explanation. Mandi and I never got to know them, as they stayed more or less sequestered the entire time.
Bob and Nan had left their fencing materials with us and we took advantage of the situation by fencing in the entire area behind the house so our dogs had plenty of leg room. This was a happy situation for us, and we were glad to oblige the housing agency folks by keeping the entire area mowed and trimmed, and they handily overlooked the fence encompassing the entire area.
I got home early one day from work and Mandi told me as soon as I walked in the door that there was someone looking at the other half of the duplex. I grabbed a couple of beers and wandered out behind the house to find a young man standing on the back stoop of the other side with his hands in his pocket, whistling to himself. I walked over toward him, only to discover a small mutt of a dog came wandering around the porch toward me.
"Hi there, little guy," I greeted the strange dog.
My dogs wandered up and it appeared obvious that they had already met. Mandi had left that little tidbit out. I traded a beer for a handshake and the guy told me his name was Blaine, and his wife's name was Molly, and they were moving into the other half of the duplex. Blaine was about 10 years younger than me and seemed to be a rather easy going, casual type. My initial impression was that we could get along just fine.
"This is Alky," he said, pointing toward the mutt.
"We call him that because you can't set a drink down with alcohol in it or he will drink it dry. Then he gets drunk and falls down a lot!"
I wasn't sure whether I should be appalled or laugh, so I chuckled and asked what he was mixed with.
"Don't know," Blaine said quickly, "but Molly liked him and we decided to give him a home."
I had a border collie/black chow mix that was mostly black with white patches and white spotted feet. Alky looked like the result of the spare parts left over when my dog was built. He was white in all the black places, black in all the white places, and about 1/3 the size. We chuckled over the concept.
Blaine was giving the place the once over before he signed his name on the dotted line to take it, and we drank two or three more beers before he left. He said he liked the house, the location, and decided he would take it.
"What about your wife?" I asked.
"She doesn't care. She just wants out of the place we are living in now. It sucks."
I wondered to myself why she had not accompanied him on this inspection trip, but kept it to myself. After he left, Mandi asked me what she thought of him.
"Nice enough, real laid back," I told her."
"Same here," she agreed, which made me wonder what was up, since she never came away without a distinct opinion that she would share with me whether I wanted to hear it or not.
About a week later, Blaine showed up driving his old, rust eaten pick-up, followed by a classic Oldsmobile station wagon that seated at least nine people, maybe 30! They got out, and I tried to be casual and not stare. I could tell little about the female who left the car and went straight into the house. I went out back and in a couple of minutes, Blaine and Alky appeared out the back door.
I asked if he wanted a beer, and he said. "Sure."
I grabbed a couple out of the refrigerator, and went out back. Mandi and Molly came out about the same time. I looked at Molly and was stunned. She had a beautiful face, but what struck me was the fact that even under a loose shirt I could see some monster tits, so big no amount of camouflage could hide them, and while she was about 20 pounds overweight, she had a very tight waist, and an incredible ass. Let's be honest here. Molly was the epitome of plush! You know, the Mae West hourglass figure that flowed upward to a great chest and flowed downward to large, overstuffed hips. That she was with a goof like Blaine was stunning.
We made introductions all around and Mandi offered Molly some wine (of course). She quickly accepted and the two of them dashed off into our house. Blaine and I chatted about his move-in schedule (there wasn't one) and if he needed any help (didn't know) and what his military job was (a machinist), and did he mind if Alky went with me and my dogs for a walk at a private area we loved (he didn't).
The ladies came back out with full glasses and a bottle uncorked. We sat out back for about an hour just making small talk, and getting to know each other. They went back in their house at dark, and Mandi and I went in to grab a quick bite to eat (Blaine and Molly had already had dinner).
We hadn't much more than stepped in the kitchen that Mandi said, "I guess you got an eye full of Molly!"
I proclaimed my innocence, saying, "I don't know what you are talking about at all. I have been a gentleman and kept my eyes to myself."
"Bullshit.....not with those tits!"
When I asked what exactly I did, she refused to go into detail, but later, after a couple of more glasses of wine, we went to bed, and I threw down a serious pussy eating on her and then pounded her pussy doggy style until she got a couple of good orgasms. The subject was dropped.
Molly turned out to be an interesting person. She was a harpist. Yeah, that's right, someone who plays a harp. We took this with a grain of salt until we saw a strange van pull up at their house about a month later. A couple of hours after the van arrived, Molly came over and asked us to her house. When we entered, an older couple was seated in the living room, who she introduced as her adoptive parents. Standing in the corner in the dining area was a beautiful concert harp.
She asked me if I knew what a tuning fork was. I did, and she handed me a velvet-lined box of several, and asked me to help her tune the harp. I struck the forks while she made adjustments. Mandi chatted with Molly's parents, and we had the harp ready shortly. Molly pulled up a chair, strummed the instrument a couple of times, and launched into an exquisite piece of music.
Mandi and I were almost dumbfounded to hear such wonderful music coming from a harp we were sitting beside. I had never met anyone who played classical music on any instrument with such orchestral flair. While she was playing, Molly slipped out and returned with some wine and beer in a cooler on ice, and Molly's parents joined us for drinks while Molly played some wonderful music.
Time went on and months went by, and Blaine and Molly would party with us sometimes, have dinner, or go with us to take the dogs walking. One Saturday evening, we asked them if they would like to grab some hot dogs and burgers, a tent, and all the dogs, and head down to a local area by a large creek where we could swim, build a fire, and chill for the evening.
We decided to stay out all night to avoid having to run a gauntlet of military police checkpoints for drunk drivers. They decided that would be fun, and we jumped into our vehicles and headed off to our little private area. Upon arrival, I gathered some wood and built a small fire. We had some drinks before getting there, and after a few more, decided that we should go swimming in the creek.
Now it wasn't very deep, barely over waist deep in fact, but what the hell. It was wet and cool on a hot summer night.
Of course, not long after we headed into the water, Mandi said, "Forget this shit. Let's go skinny dipping!"
We hauled out of the water, and Mandi and I dropped our shorts and t-shirts. Blaine was right behind us, but Molly seemed a bit shy. Mandi and I went back into the water, and a short time later, after a head to head discussion with Blaine, Molly and Blaine joined us. I had a difficult time not getting a raging hard on when I saw Molly naked.
Her tits weren't just huge, but they sat up on her chest like some Vargas drawing from Playboy magazine. Like I said, she was plushly plump, in just the right places, including a high-rise ass and nice legs. I was looking at her out of the corner of my eyes when Mandi came up behind me and grabbed my cock.
"I thought so," she whispered, "She's a doll, isn't she?"
"Are you jealous?" I asked.
"Just a little" was all she said.
When we came back out of the water, Blaine had Molly sit pretty much behind him instead of facing the fire like the rest of us. I figured he was a bit jealous of her and didn't want anyone to be able to see her completely naked. We stayed naked for most of the night, finally crashing on sleeping bags, leaving the dogs loose as our sentries. Next morning, we quickly cleaned up and left for home.
Molly got a job playing her harp at Sunday brunches. This led her to practice a couple of evenings a week. I was taking some college courses and had a paper to work on, and Blaine had just gotten himself a game console. Mandi grabbed a couple of beers and some wine and told me I could work on my school stuff over at their house, while she and Blaine played with his new game console. Molly would be practicing on her harp.
Not long after we got there, while Blaine was in the bathroom, Molly told us, "My boss at the hotel told me something the other day after brunch that I'm not sure whether to be offended or not."
When we encouraged her to go on, she told us, "Well he came up to me as I was putting away my harp and said that I did a great job but there was one thing that disturbed him. He would really like to see me dressed in my white high heels and nothing else while I played my harp. It was sort of a fantasy of his"
I asked if he had made any further comments or done anything overt that could be construed as harassment, and she said that he hadn't. We told her to keep things cool for the time being but if she didn't want this kind of attention make it clear to him.
Well, this image dived into my brain like an A10 Warthog on a close support run. I felt a twinge of hardness creeping into my shorts. I was sitting at a small table, so it wasn't noticeable. After some game time, Mandi asked Blaine if he had any beer in the house. We had put off making a beer run, and when he didn't have any either, they decided to make a run to the store.
After they left, Molly was still sitting at her harp working on a rather difficult movement when she noticed me looking at her.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"I can't help thinking about what you said. I understand completely why your boss said that. I think it would be absolutely fascinating to see you playing your harp in just your white heels." She laughed and told me I was just dreaming, but gave me an impish smile as she continued to play. A couple of minutes later, she said she had to go potty, and would be back in a minute. I dived back into my writing, and barely noticed when I heard her coming down the hall.
She stepped into the room, and said, "Is this what you're talking about?"
I glanced up and then did a double-take. She was completely nude except for those kicky white high heels. She was luscious. I almost failed to wipe the drool off my mouth.
"God, you're beautiful," I sighed.
She smiled, and sat down behind her harp. I noticed that she was completely bare of pubic hair, and had a flawless body. When she pulled the harp to her, I had a nice view of her hairless slit as she nestled the harp between those enormous breasts. She played "Fur Elise" by Mozart for me. I was entranced.
After she finished playing, she smiled and said, "I better get dressed. Blaine and Mandi will be back shortly."
I thanked her profusely and watched her disappear toward the bedroom, that fine, fine ass bouncing up and down with each step. Later that evening, as I gathered up my books and papers and headed for the house, I saw Molly head for her bedroom as I was leaving. Mandi and Blaine were still engrossed in a game on the console.
As I stepped off the back porch, the bedroom light came on and I noticed the curtain was partially open. When I stopped, Molly was removing her shirt. I waited until she finished undressing, enjoying the show, when she seemed to look directly at me. She gently caressed her breasts, half closed her eyes, slid one hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. This went on for about 20 seconds, and then she reached down and grabbed a large t-shirt and pulled it over her head and turned out the lights.
Molly was about 2-1/2 months pregnant at the time, something neither Mandi nor I knew at the time, and I didn't see her naked for a while after that. She had a baby girl, just a little doll, who grew like a weed. Molly and Blaine though, seemed to argue more, and didn't seem to like each other's company. Blaine was drinking a bit heavier too.
We partied with them once in a while but most of the time I hung out with Blaine and Mandi would sit and talk with Molly and the baby. It was getting close to Blaine's end of service, and he was starting to take on a short timer attitude. This really bothered Molly. She had gone back to playing her harp at brunch at one of the clubs on post, and was making good money in both salary and tips.
One afternoon after I got home from work, I started up the street to get the mail from the communal mailboxes about four houses up. Molly came out about the same time, with her kid in a backpack, and walked up the sidewalk with me. She told me she had no idea what Blaine would do once he got out of the military, and he wasn't looking for any jobs back home. She bitched about his drinking so much, and general lazy attitude. Even Alky was staying away from him and spending more time with my dogs. She told me that they would be moving in about three months.
I smiled at her and said, "Wow. We better hurry."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, I have wanted to spend a long, leisurely afternoon with you showing you what experience and talent can do for your mental health and well being, not to mention I would throw in a nice massage too!"
She stared at me for a minute and then sighed.
"What?" I queried, playing my most innocent but impish look.
She giggled, and finally replied, "Why are you just now getting around to asking me? I thought you would have noticed that I wanted to sleep with you a long time ago."
"Well, I knew that, but the timing wasn't right, and Mandi knew I thought you were drop dead gorgeous, so she was keeping me on a tight leash."
"Well that's too bad because now that I have the rug rat I don't have near the body I used to," she complained.
"Not from where I have been standing," I told her confidently. "You are still drop dead gorgeous in my book!"
She blushed a bit, and then whispered to me conspiratorially, "We better hold it down. The neighbors might be listening."
I laughed and whispered back, "Okay. So are you up for that massage?"
She looked at me closely, and finally said, "Sounds fine to me. Let me know when."
I made arrangements to take off work at lunch, and called Molly at home and set up the time and date. She asked where we were going, and I told her not to worry about it. She could bring the baby, since she took an afternoon nap anyway. Mandi had started working a new part time job, and would be at work that day, so everything was set.
I dashed home. I had stopped and bought two bottles of champagne the day before and left it in my car. I iced it down, quickly cut up some cheese and munchies, placed it all into a basket and called Molly. She said she was ready to go, and I watched as she put the kid in her car seat. I drove with Molly following me in her car. We went out to an area that had once been a trailer park for military families, but had been abandoned, and now was simply a grassy area with a narrow street out in the woods. This was our dog walking area, and Molly had been there before, but only on the paved roads.
At the cul-de-sac was a narrow dirt trail that led down to a cliff about 1-1/2 miles away. While exploring this area, I found a turn-out that had been partially blocked with brush. When we got down through the woods to the turn-out, she leaned out and asked how much further it was.
"We're here," I called back to her. I moved some brush aside, drove my car in and she followed. I stopped, went back and replaced the brush, and we went to the end of the trail. It stopped at a grassy knoll surrounded by trees. There was a gentle breeze blowing and the temperature was reasonably nice for the time of year, when the normally oppressive heat and humidity would eat you alive. I spread out a couple of blankets and she brought the kid out in her car seat and gave her a bottle. I got out the food and champagne, and she seemed delighted.
"How nice," she exclaimed.
We ate, sipped some champagne, and relaxed. After a few minutes, I asked if she wanted to really enjoy nature.
"You just want me out of my clothes, don't you!"
"You bet, sweetheart," I answered.
She sighed, got to her feet, and then said, "Are you sure you won't think I look terrible."
I laughed, and told her, "I don't see how I could ever think you look terrible."
She smiled her little, demure smile and turned her back and slipped out of her shirt.
"Come on," I pleaded, "turn around. I want to enjoy the view."
She laughed, faced me, and unhooked her bra. I watched it slide off her tits. If anything, since she had the baby they had gotten a bit larger, and since she was through breast feeding, I couldn't wait to get a chance to chew on them.
"You have the most wonderful, absolutely gorgeous tits I think I have ever seen."
"Why thank you," she replied.
She slipped out of her shorts and panties with one smooth motion, revealing that slick, shaved pussy. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she hadn't a stretch mark to be seen. I caught myself about to ask if she had actually had a baby, she was so wonderfully flawless.
Instead, I asked her, "Do you stay shaved for a reason?"
"Blaine liked me that way," she explained, "and it just became a habit. I don't think I could ever grow it back. Don't you like it?"
"Actually, I love it," I told her, "and I can't wait to see how it tastes."
She shot me a sly look and said, "I can't wait either. Now it's your turn."
I had on a tank top and shorts with no underwear. I was naked in about three seconds. She watched me starting to get hard, and as we sat back down on the blanket, she leaned over for a closer look.
"When I saw you skinny dipping that night, I didn't think you were that big. You sure do grow a lot. Blaine looked a lot bigger, but when he gets hard it doesn't really change size."
She reached over and gave me a couple of gentle strokes with her fingers, and my cock responded by getting bigger and harder by the second.
"Wow!" she gasped, "How much bigger do you get?"
I chuckled and told her to keep doing what she was doing and see.
Once I was fully erect, she patted my cock gently and said, "What about that massage?"
Never one to run down a naked lady, I grabbed my massage lotion from the car, moved her onto her stomach and began my magic fingers trick. I worked all the way down to her feet, got her moaning with the foot massage, flipped her over and completed the job on her front side. The baby had dozed off, completely oblivious.
I slowly kissed my way up her thighs, and she responded by opening her legs wide for me. I gently began tonguing her pussy, evoking some sighs, and then some squirming. Once I got to her clit, she had hold of my head and was arching her back off the ground. I worked her clit with my lips and tongue until she finally froze in what I call the three-point position. The only thing touching the ground was her heels, and the back of her head. An orgasm crashed its way though her guts, and she pressed down harder on my head. She rocked to a succession of spasms, quietly gasping in sharp breaths, until finally she bounced two, three times and dropped back to the blanket.
She pushed my head away and gently told me, "Stop now."
I laid my head on her lower abdomen, and listened to her stomach churn and her intestines growl. She gently caressed my head and brought her breathing back to normal. I got up, refilled her champagne glass, sat down beside her, and when she lazily opened her eyes, offered it to her. She sat up on one elbow, took the glass, and took a long drink.
"That's good," she said as she smacked her lips and then licked the bit of droplets from her upper lip.
"That was really wonderful!" she told me with that sly smile.
"Glad you liked it," I told her.
She sat up a bit more, took another drink, and told me, "I figured you would be pretty good. I don't know if you know this but some of your late nights when you were having sex with Mandi, I could hear you in my bedroom. The way she went on sometimes, I figured you must know what you're doing."
I was only slightly taken aback, but told her, "Thanks. I try hard."
"Speaking of hard," she said, and sat down her glass.
She leaned over toward me and quickly pivoting on her hip, brought her face to crotch level and took my cock in her mouth. She wasn't bad at giving head, although I would only give her about a 7. But she was enthusiastic, so I let her have at it for a bit. I finally decided I want to feel my cock buried in that nice pussy, so I gently pulled her off my cock and rolled her onto her back.
As I slid over her, she quickly spread her legs and grabbed my cock, guiding it into her before I could get completely settled. I thrust into her pussy with one long, smooth stroke, all the way in. She sighed, grabbed my back, and I started a steady stroke. She started rising to meet me, and I kept the rhythm slow and easy, waiting for her to get hot and bothered again. It didn't take long.
She suddenly reached up, pulled my head to her and locked onto my lips in a deep, tongue lashing kiss. I responded in kind, probing into her mouth. She grabbed my ass cheeks tightly, never breaking the kiss, and before I knew it, she was writhing through an orgasm. She was barely audible but was gasping when she finally broke the kiss.
"You are a rotten bastard!" she accused, while getting her breath back.
"No," I answered, "I'm a rotten good fuck!"
She laughed quietly, and continued to move her pelvis against my stoking cock.
I slid off her and pulled her legs around, telling her, "Climb up on your knees."
She got her ass high in the air and wiggled it at me. Then she quickly leaned around with an odd look on her face and said, "Are you going to put it up my butt?"
I had just gone to my knees behind her and slid my cock home into her juicy pussy. It was still dripping from her last orgasm. I looked down at a perfect little, lightly crinkled butthole, actually trying to open a bit of its own accord.
"Why do you ask?"
She laid her head on the blanket, turned to one side, and told me, "When Blaine turns me around like this he always wants to put it up my butt. But that's when he's drunk. He doesn't do any position but on top me otherwise. But when he does that, he is usually only half hard if that, and can't get it in. I guess he got it in about halfway once."
I continued to slowly stroke at her pussy, while taking a long look at her butthole. It was loosening even as she talked, and started to open ever so slightly. It was smooth, hairless, and light pink.
I said, "Why don't you ride like this for a while."
"Okay," was her quick reply.
I started picking up the speed and thrusting deeply into her. She rocked her ass in a circle as I pounded away. I kept this motion for a few minutes, until she began to arch her back a bit. Grabbing both of those nice butt cheeks, I spread her ass apart, opening her little pucker and pounded her hard. She quickly crashed through another orgasm.
After she recovered a bit, I withdrew from her pussy, slid down and began probing her butthole with my tongue.
She sighed contentedly, and finally asked, "I guess you ARE going to put it in there aren't you?"
"Only if you want to," was my quick retort.
She chuckled lightly, and said, "Just do what you want."
I grabbed the massage lotion bottle, and applied some to her pucker, gently probing with two fingers. She sighed contentedly, and wiggled back for more. I loved being in the great outdoors, where I could see every detail of this beautiful babe. I looked over at the baby, still sound asleep. She had her Mom's eyes and nose. She was going to be a killer babe in not too many years.
After a bit more finger probe, I lubed my cock with the slick fingers, and gently pushed the head against her butthole.
"Lean up a bit," I told her, "and you rock back slowly, taking as much as you can, when you can."
She pressed back against me, and the head of my cock quickly slipped in. She froze for a minute, and then pushed a bit more. When the head was just past her sphincter, she pulled away for a minute.
"I feel like I have to go!" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it," I told her. "That full feeling will go away in a minute. Just relax and let yourself go, and everything will be good."
She pushed back again, slowly taking more and more of my cock into her ass. I stayed still, letting her begin rocking ever so slightly as she got deeper with each motion. Finally, with one last push, she had taken my cock all the way in.
"This feels so different," she said.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so. It hurt a little bit but I'm fine now. This isn't at all like I thought it would be. Why don't you go ahead now."
I slowly began a short, gentle stroke, watching for an adverse reaction. She sighed again, but didn't pull away. I increased the length of my stroke to about half my cock, still making slow, steady strokes. She continued to push back toward my cock. Finally I lengthened my stroke to where I was almost out of her butthole and then plunged back to full depth. I kept a steady rhythm going for a couple of minutes, then slowed back down and asked her how she was doing.
"It feels good now, but I don't think I can cum like this."
"Then try something for me," I told her.
"What?"
I pushed my cock all the way in and stopped, gently but firmly holding her hips.
"Reach underneath, and rub your clit."
She suddenly jerked up and looked over her shoulder at me.
"What?" she cried.
"Just what I said. Rub your clit."
"But I don't do that with someone else," she protested. "That's private."
Now it was my turn to chuckle.
"You have my cock in your asshole, I have had my tongue in your pussy and ass both, you have taken my cock down your throat, and you want to talk about private!"
She laughed gently, and told me, "Well, Blaine always wanted me to do things to myself while he watched and did himself. I just couldn't do that because I grew up knowing that that was something private and dirty that you did by yourself. I was horrified to think that he could play with himself in front of me."
I told her that masturbating was sex play that Mandi and I did occasionally. Now she was curious.
"What kind of things do you do?" she asked.
I couldn't believe that I was buried balls deep in her ass and we were having this conversation. I told her about our small collection of sex toys, and how sometimes Mandi would climb onto our round, glass coffee table while I lay underneath, and use toys or cucumbers on her pussy and maybe a small toy in her ass. I would masturbate while she put on a show. Then she would use one of the toys and her fingers to get her orgasm.
Molly was still stroking back against me while I told her this, and I got even harder just flashing back to some of the shows Mandi had done for me. I told her I even had a couple of great shows on tape.
"Sounds dirty to me," she said with a small laugh.
I was really in the mood for a good cum myself, and being up to my balls in Molly's ass was getting me there.
She looked back one more time and finally said, "I guess I could give it a try."
"Great," I replied, "just do what feels good to you."
She ducked a shoulder down a bit as she reached under to rub her clit. I grabbed the lotion bottle, pulled her hand out and gave her a small splash of lotion. She went back to rubbing her pussy and clit, and I started stroking into her ass again in earnest. That wonderful feeling was beginning to well up in my balls as I worked deeply in her ass. I could see that she was doing a whale of a job on her clit, and before I knew it, she had exploded with another orgasm. But before I had time to finish in her ass, she pulled away.
"I want you to do yourself for me," she said almost with a pout. "I want to watch you get off."
I was slightly irritated at her not letting me finish in her ass but tried to be casual.
"I did myself for you, now you have to do yourself for me."
"Well, if that is what you want, but I need a little visual stimulus to help me."
"What?" she asked, her cute brow furrowing a bit.
"Just take that empty champagne bottle, and slip it in your pussy while I watch. That will help me get myself off."
"Well, maybe" she said, "But I want to watch you."
I didn't want to argue and damn sure needed to cum, so I grabbed one of her baby wipes, cleaned the lube from my cock, laid back on the blanket and looked directly at her as I began to stroke my cock. She leaned down close enough to almost kiss the head, watching intently. After a moment or two, she sat back and scooted her ass toward me so her head was even with my crotch. She reached up, took the champagne bottle in her hand, laid back with closed eyes and slowly inserted the neck into her pussy.
I continued to masturbate, slowly and steadily, not wanting to miss a minute of the show, she opened her eyes for a minute to watch me stroking, then added a couple more inches of bottle to her pussy. She kept her head turned to observe my cock, and finally pushed as much of the bottle into her pussy as it would stretch to accommodate. That's when she quickly slipped the bottle out, and sat up on one elbow.
I stopped for a second be she said, "Don't stop."
I started back up with a good stroke again, and she got on her knees, climbed over my thighs, and stood straight up over me, looking down at my cock while I continued to masturbate. She told me to stroke it harder, and I watched with fascination as she reached down to start fingering and rubbing her clit again. She remained fixated on my cock, and began to rub her clit as with the same motion I used on my cock. Her tits were bouncing and she looked positively engrossed.
When my orgasm was about to explode, I said, "I'm going to cum."
She cried, "Don't stop!"
I finished a few strokes later, blasting a shot of cum into the air that landed on my stomach, then another, and finally one last blast that splashed onto her hand. She convulsed a couple of times as though she might vomit, and then rocked her way through a frightening orgasm that had her face turning almost beet red. The red hue went down her chest and out onto her breasts. She literally fell onto my chest, and after panting heavily for a few seconds, suddenly slipped on up my body to once again lock lips with me for a few seconds. Just after she broke off the kiss, I heard a small noise.
Molly looked around and said, "Well, now that we're quiet, someone has decided to wake up."
Sure enough, the baby was moving her hands a bit and mewing. Molly got up, went over to the baby, and lifted her into her arms. It was a stirring sight, her completely naked, holding a baby wearing nothing but a diaper. She stepped back onto the blanket, laid the baby down between us, and began playing little coo things that mothers do with there kids.
I got up and opened the other bottle of champagne, poured a glass, and sat back down, handing it to Molly. She took a sip and handed the glass back. When she checked the baby's diaper, it was time for a replacement, so she grabbed a fresh one, cleaned the baby up a bit with the wipes, secured the fresh diaper, and handed her to me.
I let the baby nestle into the hair on my chest, and she purred lightly. Molly took another drink of champagne, grabbed some cheese, and laid back lazily, looking like a spoiled cat that had just finished a bowl of fresh cream.
"This was really nice. Thank you," she told me.
"Glad to oblige," I replied, "and I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"Well," she started with a pursed lip, "it made me realize what I was really missing with Blaine. I thought I was really in love with him, but the past few months, I began to see that it was just some stupid girly thing that went too far. My parents thought I was being foolish, but they supported me. By the way, my Dad thinks you're just great."
I was a bit startled and wondered where this conversation was headed, only to have her continue.
"Don't worry. I wasn't trying to scare you or anything. I really appreciate you showing me how much fun having sex can be, and that I shouldn't worry about anything. You really make me comfortable, as a matter of fact, comfortable enough to do something I haven't ever done for anyone else, and that is let them watch me do myself."
Her chest was thrust out in pride, as though she had accomplished a major breakthrough.
I chuckled under my breath, and told her, "You should never be ashamed of what you have going on under your chin. You are beautiful, you have a gorgeous body, you exude refreshing sexiness, not like some cheap slut but like someone you would offer your left nut to just to have you close."
She laughed a deep, throaty laugh, and said, "If you want to give me your left nut, just make sure you put it in a jar in some formaldehyde. That would be quite a trophy!"
We laughed together, and I filled up her glass, topped mine off, and asked if she want to take the baby for a walk.
"Like this?" she cried, pointing down at her nude body.
"Sure," I replied, "We are miles from anyone."
"Why not," she asked? "This will be another first for me. Actually there are a lot of firsts today. I have never done it outside like this."
"Welcome to the nature club," I quipped.
We put the baby in the backpack; I strapped it on, grabbed our sandals, and took a walk up the turn-out to the main trail. I turned back for a short ways, and told her to wait there for me. I hurried down to the cars, grabbed our clothes, and stuffed them under the baby seat. I walked back to find her waiting with a curious look, until she saw the clothes. I moved the brush slightly for us to walk through, and we went the remaining half mile down to the cliff and sat and enjoyed the view, still totally naked. We returned, finished the champagne, and got ready to leave.
"Can we do this again?" she asked.
"I would love to," I replied. I turned her car around, turned mine around and we went home.
We went back to the spot in the woods one more time, after her parents came in and returned home with the baby. She was to follow them home in a couple of weeks. This time I was finally able to fill her ass full of cum, something she told me she really enjoyed, and she later let me watch her do a show of peeing while I masturbated. I will remember Molly for a long time.