Ripe Shadows, Burning Touch

Kay, surely you can’t be serious.
“Oh I am serious K, and don’t call me Shirley.”
“Well babe, the only problem is we’re not in our 20s any more. And I’m not sure our health insurance would cover any injury of this nature.”
“Speak for yourself old man, where is your sense of adventure? It’s a hot, muggy evening, the sun is gone, we worked hard on this project all day, and I say we now enjoy the fruits of our labor. What do you say? Or will this impact your pace maker? Afraid for your Rheumatoid Arthritis?”
I love teasing K about his age, doing so usually causes him to cave. Plus he is five years older than me.
“OK then you young whippersnapper, I will do it with you. However, if I throw out my back or wrench my neck, I expect full body massage compensation. And apology sex afterward. Deal?”
“Apology for what? I’m tired of waiting. I have always wanted to do this with no one else around. I’m doing it. Don’t forget to take your Geritol my dear elderly hubby.”
And with that, in our secluded backyard one sultry, humid summer evening bathed in moonlight, I peeled off my clothes until I was totally naked. The freshly cut grass felt wonderfully on my bare feet as the night creatures sang their lonely love songs. A gentle breeze whispered over my heavy breasts as I felt the heavenly sensation of my nipples rising to say hello.

Oh, I should probably explain a few things. With the kids gone for summer camp for nearly two weeks, K and I purchased a backyard trampoline to surprise them upon their return. K and I worked on it way too long today in the hot sun, but I wanted to get this project over with as it’s supposed to rain the next several days. And besides, being a former cheerleader and gymnast, I’ve always loved bouncing on a trampoline and fantasized about doing it in the nude. This was my chance to fulfill that fantasy, except who wants to be naked alone?

With my back turned to K, I struggled (being a short girl) to climb to the black canvas platform. Wow, it was still hot from the sun. Hot, but not too hot for what I had in mind, he he.

Taking my time to climb to the trampoline, I let K get a nice view on my backside. Even through in several ass jiggles for affect. Looking out the corner of my eye I glimpsed him intensely watching my struggle to reach the peak. Made sure to also face a tad sideways, still with my back to him, so his eyes could zoom into the nice side view of my full He says it really turns him on when I am topless with my back facing him. K says from the he can see my breasts hanging nicely forward and somewhat outwards on either side of me. And slightly bending over at an angle, still not facing him, he says the proportion of my side breast view spilling out of my chest bracketed by my relatively smaller torso is quite a sight to behold. I’m happy to oblige him.

“Nice view Kay, very nice view,” K commented, just as I knew he would. Right on cue.

I made it to the summit and started carefully walking around the springy canvas. Getting my bearings and sense of balance, I suddenly became giddy and happy. I was finally standing naked on a trampoline, and it felt so free and liberating.

Looking at my husband and smiling, I started to bounce for him. Literally and figuratively. I wasn’t quite expecting my breasts to bounce like this, and it hurt. Really? My special fantasy fulfilled only to cause a dull ache to my breasts, and they flopped up and down in the humid night air. Too bad, I would make the best of it.

“Take a picture Mr., and it will last longer,” as said while bouncing. I finally had to hold them in my hands yet it was not easy. He seemed to enjoy my predicament. I hopped all around that trampoline, stretching the limits seeing how high I could jump. Doing front flips. Landing on my back and bouncing back up onto my feet. I tried to belly flop once, but that hurt too much. I was breathing harder and working up a sweat prancing around on that trampoline nude for my husband. It felt sensuous and freeing; I can’t explain it.

“OK Missy, that does it. Two can play that game.”

As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.

“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”

“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”

I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand cupped nipples for him. I tasted the salty sweat on my tongue–it was not easy, but he was enjoying the performance. He walked closer to the trampoline with his big dick in his hands as he slowly pumped himself watching me.

My entire body was wet now, both internally and externally from the humidity and the scent of sex in the air under the moonlight. Our eyes locked. I intently watched him stroke his baby maker, and I continued prancing and touching myself. I finally stopped while he watched, walked over to the far side on the trampoline and lay on my back away from. Thankfully, I am still somewhat limber at this stage of my life, so I turned it up a notch. Tilting my head back and looking backward he was still stroking his dick, only a little faster this time.

I took a deep cleansing breath, stretched out my legs and did several lifts. The scissors too. All away from his peering eyes. Grabbing my knees, and scooching back further on the warm canvas, I brought my legs up over my head and started licking my bush.

“Oh…my Kay, oh my. That is soooooo fuckin hot babe, so fuckin hot. How can you do that! Oh don’t stop don’t stop, I could watch you do this for hours!”

As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.

“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”

“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”

I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand cupped nipples for him. I tasted the salty sweat on my tongue–it was not easy, but he was enjoying the performance. He walked closer to the trampoline with his big dick in his hands as he slowly pumped himself watching me.

My entire body was wet now, both internally and externally from the humidity and the scent of sex in the air under the moonlight. Our eyes locked. I intently watched him stroke his baby maker, and I continued prancing and touching myself. I finally stopped while he watched, walked over to the far side on the trampoline and lay on my back away from. Thankfully, I am still somewhat limber at this stage of my life, so I turned it up a notch. Tilting my head back and looking backward he was still stroking his dick, only a little faster this time.

I took a deep cleansing breath, stretched out my legs and did several lifts. The scissors too. All away from his peering eyes. Grabbing my knees, and scooching back further on the warm canvas, I brought my legs up over my head and started licking my bush.

“Oh…my Kay, oh my. That is soooooo fuckin hot babe, so fuckin hot. How can you do that! Oh don’t stop don’t stop, I could watch you do this for hours!”

As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.

“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”

“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”

I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand cupped nipples for him. I tasted the salty sweat on my tongue–it was not easy, but he was enjoying the performance. He walked closer to the trampoline with his big dick in his hands as he slowly pumped himself watching me.

My entire body was wet now, both internally and externally from the humidity and the scent of sex in the air under the moonlight. Our eyes locked. I intently watched him stroke his baby maker, and I continued prancing and touching myself. I finally stopped while he watched, walked over to the far side on the trampoline and lay on my back away from. Thankfully, I am still somewhat limber at this stage of my life, so I turned it up a notch. Tilting my head back and looking backward he was still stroking his dick, only a little faster this time.

I took a deep cleansing breath, stretched out my legs and did several lifts. The scissors too. All away from his peering eyes. Grabbing my knees, and scooching back further on the warm canvas, I brought my legs up over my head and started licking my bush.

“Oh…my Kay, oh my. That is soooooo fuckin hot babe, so fuckin hot. How can you do that! Oh don’t stop don’t stop, I could watch you do this for hours!”

As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.

“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”

“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”

I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand cupped nipples for him. I tasted the salty sweat on my tongue–it was not easy, but he was enjoying the performance. He walked closer to the trampoline with his big dick in his hands as he slowly pumped himself watching me.

My entire body was wet now, both internally and externally from the humidity and the scent of sex in the air under the moonlight. Our eyes locked. I intently watched him stroke his baby maker, and I continued prancing and touching myself. I finally stopped while he watched, walked over to the far side on the trampoline and lay on my back away from. Thankfully, I am still somewhat limber at this stage of my life, so I turned it up a notch. Tilting my head back and looking backward he was still stroking his dick, only a little faster this time.

I took a deep cleansing breath, stretched out my legs and did several lifts. The scissors too. All away from his peering eyes. Grabbing my knees, and scooching back further on the warm canvas, I brought my legs up over my head and started licking my bush.

“Oh…my Kay, oh my. That is soooooo fuckin hot babe, so fuckin hot. How can you do that! Oh don’t stop don’t stop, I could watch you do this for hours!”

As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.

“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”

“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”

I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand cupped nipples for him. I tasted the salty sweat on my tongue–it was not easy, but he was enjoying the performance. He walked closer to the trampoline with his big dick in his hands as he slowly pumped himself watching me.

My entire body was wet now, both internally and externally from the humidity and the scent of sex in the air under the moonlight. Our eyes locked. I intently watched him stroke his baby maker, and I continued prancing and touching myself. I finally stopped while he watched, walked over to the far side on the trampoline and lay on my back away from. Thankfully, I am still somewhat limber at this stage of my life, so I turned it up a notch. Tilting my head back and looking backward he was still stroking his dick, only a little faster this time.

I took a deep cleansing breath, stretched out my legs and did several lifts. The scissors too. All away from his peering eyes. Grabbing my knees, and scooching back further on the warm canvas, I brought my legs up over my head and started licking my bush.

“Oh…my Kay, oh my. That is soooooo fuckin hot babe, so fuckin hot. How can you do that! Oh don’t stop don’t stop, I could watch you do this for hours!”

As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.

“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”

“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”

I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand cupped nipples for him. I tasted the salty sweat on my tongue–it was not easy, but he was enjoying the performance. He walked closer to the trampoline with his big dick in his hands as he slowly pumped himself watching me.

My entire body was wet now, both internally and externally from the humidity and the scent of sex in the air under the moonlight. Our eyes locked. I intently watched him stroke his baby maker, and I continued prancing and touching myself. I finally stopped while he watched, walked over to the far side on the trampoline and lay on my back away from. Thankfully, I am still somewhat limber at this stage of my life, so I turned it up a notch. Tilting my head back and looking backward he was still stroking his dick, only a little faster this time.

I took a deep cleansing breath, stretched out my legs and did several lifts. The scissors too. All away from his peering eyes. Grabbing my knees, and scooching back further on the warm canvas, I brought my legs up over my head and started licking my bush.

“Oh…my Kay, oh my. That is soooooo fuckin hot babe, so fuckin hot. How can you do that! Oh don’t stop don’t stop, I could watch you do this for hours!”

As I knew he would, K took off his boxers and tight fitting Under Armor shirt until he too was naked. And hard. My, that was quite an erection. I am fascinated how seeing my nude form, the way God created me, has such an effect on my husband. Such an erection just by watching me plop around naked in the dark on a trampoline.

“Babe, I can’t take it. It’s a gut thing, and you won’t understand, but you look so fuckin good right now. I mean, your tits are bouncing so far up and down, I can tell they have been hitting your chin. And hearing them smack back down against your chest. Incredible.”

“Oh, and the way your full bush is bathed in the moonlight, especially when you are sideways. Damn, your profile in the moonlight makes your bush look like a fluffy dark brush. I love it!”

I became more excited as he commented on my nude form. I kept bouncing for him and tried licking my hand

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