Mr Grumpy: the finale
Following the show on the sun lounger Mr. Grumpy (Chris) became an avid watcher. Whenever I felt horny I would slip on something skimpy and go to the top of the garden and he would soon appear. He particularly liked my silky bathrobe saying that just seeing my nipples pushing against the material had him erect in no time. Hearing this I turned to pick up washing from the basket,knowing that this gave him a lovely rear view of my ass and love lips. When I turned back he had pulled out his cock and was slowly stroking it. I encouraged him telling him I loved watching him wank knowing I had turned him on. I would open the bathrobe to let him look and he would soon shoot his load firing out jets of cum. However, things were about to change. Alan was offered promotion but it meant that we would have to relocate. They wanted us to move into rental accomodation and offered to pay for this until we had sold our house. It was a great offer and one we had to take. We had a couple of weeks to get organised and when I told Chris he was clearly disappointed. He said that I had made the last couple of months so good for him. I talked with Alan that evening and we decided to give him a final show that he would never forget. The next day I went into the garden and when Chris appeared I told him to give me a few minutes to have a shower and then come round for a coffee. I went in and jumped into the shower in the down stairs bedroom,leaving the bedroom door half open. Within a couple of minutes I heard Chris coming through the front door.He came through into the kitchen and called out and I told him to come through. I was still in the shower and as he came into the bedroom he turned to look in the direction of the shower. The glass door was steamed up and as he stood staring I turned the shower head to clear the glass. I told him to sit on the bed and soaped my tits,rubbing them to make my nipples grow. He sat open mouthed as I ran my hands down to rub my c*nt lips,using both hands to work my lips apart. I got the shower head down and sprayed up between my legs letting the jet fire over my clit. I reached up for my shampoo bottle which had a lovely shaped top which I rubbed up and down my c*nt lips. I grinned at Chris and then leant back against the cubicle and slowly inserted the bottle into my c*nt hole. Chris was mesmerised and watched as I worked the bottle deep inside me and worked it in and out. I pulled it back out and used it to rub back and forward on my clit. As I felt close to cumming I dropped the bottle and worked my clit with my fingers before exploding into orgasm,crying out as I did. I looked at Chris and slowly stepped out of the shower,wrapping a towel round my waist. As I stood drying my tits I told Chris to strip and lie on the bed. I got a tie from the wardrobe and used it to tie his hands to the bedstead. He was lay out and his erection was resting on his stomach. I moved forward and bent over his face,rubbing my tits against it. He opened his mouth to take in an erect nipple sucking at it and nibbling it with his teeth. A few seconds of this had my juices flowing so I moved and and straddled him moving back slowly to lower my c*nt lips towards his face. His head lifted and he flicked his tongue between my lips running it up and down. I grabbed his cock and began to peel his foreskin back,lowering myself more allowing his tongue to penetrate my c*nt hole. He worked his tongue furiously until I shuddered with a shattering orgasm. I collapsed forward and turned round to face him,pulling his cock upright in front of my face. I ran my tongue along the shaft,flicking the base of his purple head. He gasped and then moaned as I guided his cock between my lips and took him into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down as I sucked his cock and I could feel him tensing up so pulled away and worked him with my hand until he shot his load over his stomach. He moaned and grunted as his spunk flew from his cock and i squeezed every last drop out. I slipped on my bathrobe and smiled as I untied him and left him to dress. Mr. Grumpy had a finale he would never forget.
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