Back Garden

We live in a nice, well off, leafy suburb in Johannesburg, South
Africa. We have our own private little garden area at the back of the
cottage, which is pretty secluded, and only accessible from a garden
door, which is always shut, or the glass french doors leading off the
bedroom.

I live with my girlfriend, Kirsten, and we have a great relationship.
The thing is, that I have stronger exhibitionistic urges than she
does, although she’ll quickly take me up on a challenge. However, I do
get off on the possibility of being seen naked. Of having other
people’s eyes stroking my penis, when I “don’t know” they’re watching.
I often suntan in the nude in our back garden, but that’s about as
exciting as it gets.

However, one Saturday morning, an opportunity presented itself, that
had my mind working overtime. I was in the bedroom, rearranging my
cupboards, when Kirsten’s cellphone rang in the lounge. It was her
mom, Karen, on the line, wanting to return some dishes we’d left at
her place when we went over for dinner a few nights ago . Kirsten
mentioned that she’d be popping in to the office a bit later, so she
was welcome to just drop them off at our place whenever she was ready.
Kirsten’s mom had a remote for the gate, because she was around so
often. Not that I mind. Although Karen wasn’t a hotty, she exuded a
strong air of sexiness and confidence. She had large breasts, and a
slight mommy tummy, from having two daughters, but she had great legs,
with nice shapely calves, and at 48, she was very open minded and
adventurous, judging from the way she spoke. This is precisely what
got me thinking of my plan.

Although I would NEVER try anything with her, I knew that she wouldn’t
be offended if she was to see my penis. In fact, she hinted one time,
while I was getting dressed for a function, that I should just come
out of the bedroom in my birthday suit. She is very naughty, and I was
going to give her what she wanted.

Kirsten went off to work, saying she’d be back in a few hours. She
didn’t mention that her mom would be coming round. This was all the
better for me to accidentally be caught. I went to our back garden and
lay on a towel, on the grass, just a metre or so from the french
doors. I positioned myself so that I could see Karen’s reflection in
the bedroom TV, when she was at the bedroom door, if she indeed came
this way, but facing away from the french doors, so that I wouldn’t be
able to “see” her should she walk through to the garden. About half an
hour passed, when I heard the electric gate open, and close, just
enough to let a person walk through. I knew it was her.

I was now completely naked, lying on my back. My penis was already
starting to throb slightly, as I was thinking about what could happen.
I was starting to have second thoughts. Would she be pissed off? Would
I be hopelessly embarrassed? What was the worst thing that could
happen? Just then, I heard her walk in the front door. I had the radio
on, so I could deny hearing her, when she called “Hello?” I heard her
put the dishes on the kitchen counter. Then she came down the small
set of wooden steps, that led from the kitchen to the lounge. I could
see her reflection in the TV screen as she came towards the bedroom.
“Hello?” Oh my god, this was it. I couldn’t suddenly get up now, or it
would look suspicious. My heart was pounding!

She was in the bedroom! I heard her footsteps come towards the french
doors, and then she stopped suddenly. Through my sunglasses, I could
see her reflection in the TV. She was standing at the french doors,
but slightly behind the curtain, hiding! My heart was now pounding
profusely. My “mother in law” was staring at my penis! Oh yes. I got a
lumpy, washy feeling in my throat as I was getting so turned on. My
penis was already rock hard before she was even in the lounge. The
thought of Karen seeing me lying here naked, was a huge turn on. Now
she really WAS standing here looking at me, completely exposed, and I
was so fucking horny. I just wanted to take my dick in hand and start
jerking off, but again, that would be pushing it a bit too far.

I was imagining what she was thinking. This was the hard, erect penis,
that thrust into her daughter’s vagina, that gave her daughter
orgasms. This was the penis that her daughter had most likely taken in
her mouth, sucking the head and tasting the cum, before straddling
over it, and guiding it between her soft, moist, hot lips, feeling the
head stretch her lips open, and slide up inside her vagina.

Just knowing that her eyes were sliding over my hard, now aching penis
was making me short of breath. I was actually letting this happen, and
it felt so good. How was I to know she was standing there. She was the
one who should be embarrassed for staring at me, not letting me know
she was there.

I wonder if she was fantasizing about my penis. I could see her
squeezing her breast, in the reflection in the TV. This confirmed it.
She was thinking about my penis being inside her. She was thinking
about walking outside into this garden, dropping her panties, lifting
her dress above her head, and straddling over me, slowly dropping to
her knees, and taking my sun-heated penis in her hand, and guiding it
into her wet, steaming lips, where she would feel the head, nudging
her entrance, and sliding back and forth between her labia lips, and
massaging her clit, before guiding it back to her vaginal opening, and
dropping herself slowly onto it, feeling herself being stretched wide
open. Feeling the hot head burrow itself up inside her, feeling the
hot shaft slide against her vaginal walls. Feeling the head press
against her cervix, forcing it back, higher up inside her, as she
forces more of the length inside her. She wants to completely consume
my penis with her silky pussy. She wants to feel the penis in her
throat. She can feel the tension in her body building, as she impales
herself repeatedly on my penis, rising up slightly, and dropping
herself, again and again, feeling her cervix being squeezed, moulded
by the head, feeling the electricity coursing through her clit,
through her hips, through her body, to her fingertips, digging into
her breasts, feeling her nipples burn and jolt, feeling her hips
shifting back and forth, faster, grinding herself onto the hard penis,
invading her sacred space, letting it force itself into her, ripping
her up from the inside....................... climax!.

Reality was snapped back to life by the gate opening again. It must
have been Kirsten having forgotten something. Karen disappeared from
the bedroom. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I heard
Karen say to Kirsten, “Hello darling, just got here myself.....”