1. Topless


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: JWren, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    excited about these?” she said, cupping them in her hands and wobbling them up and down. Ray’s reaction was in his shorts. “Well,” he said, sliding his glasses back into place, “I was certainly distracted when you flashed by me. You might call them tits old but, hey, they certainly had an effect on me.” “Really?” she said and looked at Ray’s groin. “Hmm, I see what you mean. I’d better do something about that, then.” And she swiftly pulled up her lilac-patterned top, covering her breasts. But that simply accentuated her hard nipples jutting beneath the soft fabric. “Is that better?” It was Ray’s turn to smile. He reached out for the handle and pulled the door open. “Come on, you sexy madam, get out. Are you leaving the top down?” “What? You’ve just seen me cover up.” “Not your top... ” Ray was cut short by a sexy giggle. “I know what you mean, Ray,” she said and swung her jeans-clad legs out of the car. “I’ll just drape a blanket over my seat and leave the top down. It’s safe enough out here, don’t you think?” Ray nodded. “Okay, love, I think you’re right. On a sweltering day like this, they’ll not be many venturing out or stopping up here.” “I’ve only brought a few things,” she said, delving into the small area behind the drivers seat, her peachy cheeks stretching the denim as she bent. Without turning, she stretched out her right arm behind her and offered Ray a blanket. “Take that, please. It’ll do to cover my seat.” “Hmm,” said Ray, admiring the roundness of her rear. ...
    “Not that seat, you sex-mad fiend,” she said, still without turning. “Here, grab a hold of this.” Ray took the proffered bottle of wine and watched as she straightened up, producing another blanket and a small wicker picnic hamper. “Got some bread and cheese and fruit. And another bottle of wine,” she said, turning to face him. “Should be enough to see us through the afternoon.” Ray nodded. “Okay Helen,” he said. “You seem to have everything covered.” Helen laughed, a throaty almost raucous sound. “And you just can’t wait to get me uncovered, can you?” “No, I can’t,” he answered, a grin spreading across his tanned features. Although three months from his fiftieth birthday, Ray had an impressive frame with only the slightest beginnings of a tummy bulge and his cropped fair hair contained very few strands of grey. “Okay then, my love,” said Helen, having protected her car seat from the sun’s burning rays, “lead the way.” Ray picked up the picnic basket in his right hand, tucked the blanket roll under his left armpit, and held the wine bottle in his other hand. “Have you got everything?” he asked. Helen grinned. “Yep, it’s all here,” she said, opening her arms wide and shimmying her curvaceous body. “Lead on, maestro.” They stepped over the knee-high metal barrier and carefully made their way down a path which was not official but had been created by the local residents' regular use. Threading between gorse, spiky grasses and hillocks, they reached the soft white sand of this ...
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