the upper deck
Mila gazed out over the river. She knew when she bought the house that this spot would be perfect for afternoon musings. With the opposite bank far enough away to ensure privacy, the heavy rail along the edge of the deck stopped any clear view from any who might happen by in a boat.
She shrugged the morning gown from her shoulders, her body still beautiful with its mature accoutrements. Softer curves, delicious little belly, more settled breasts. Her nipples puckered as the breeze from the river kissed them.
Stretching out on the lounge, she let the sun warm her skin. Sighing with contentment, she let herself totally relax for the first time in months. Naked, sun-warmed and relaxed, she reveled in the midday summer. Her hands roamed over her warm skin, her body responding to her touch. She opened her legs, gently fingering her bud, spreading moisture over her lips. She drew her knees up and let her legs fall all the way open, her wet womanhood exposed to the air and heat of the sun. She could feel her juice as it tickled down her slit.
She gave a deep moan and moved her fingertips over the slit and the wetness smeared her lips and the curled black hairs. Picturing Alex’s tongue swirling over her, his silky hair brushing the inside of her thighs, she found herself spinning closer to orgasm. She slid three fingers in, stoking herself harder, driving them in over and over again as she drenched her hand. Her body spasmed and she clenched involuntarily. She shuddered hard and came again.
Finally the shudders passed and she fell back on the lounger, exhausted. Drifting in and out in the afternoon sun, Mila felt a tongue on her, moving back and forth across her still-hard bud. Moaning, she reached down, running her fingers through her husband’s long thick hair. She opened her legs further still and pulled his head toward her wetness.
As her third orgasm of the afternoon gripped her, Mila had a clear understanding of just how wonderful life can be.
