Down at the Sunset Grille Ch. 01

Perfect.

Lynn told me she was usually a late riser, so I figured I had at least an hour before she awoke. I slipped on my shorts and t-shirt and snuck out. I went to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and then snuck down the steps to my car in the driveway next door. I opened the trunk and got my computer bag and my little satchel with my clothes and shaving kit in it.

I came back in, poured a cup of joe, and set down at my computer to work on the pictures. I downloaded them onto my laptop and opened up Photoshop. I wanted them to look really artsy so I kept the raw images from the phone and worked on them. Not any airbrushing or anything like that, it was like working in a dark room. I'd enhance the lighting, crop the pictures certain ways, and the last thing I would do is convert them to black & white. I was concentrating on this pleasure (I can't call it work), when Lynn came into the kitchen.

She was in her kimono, the one I saw her in through the window last night. The sash was tied around her waist and it was sexy, but not revealing at all. However, I could see her sexy nipples poking out of the silk fabric. I got up from my chair, gave her a big hug, a passionate kiss, and a squeeze on her little ass.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said in my cheeriest voice.

"I'm far from beautiful, but thank you."

"Baby, you are, please trust me on that one," I said as I walked over to pour her a cup of coffee.

She was stretching and wiping the sleep from her eyes.

Lynn asked, "It's early, baby, and too early to be working. What are you working on?"

"Please don't be mad, OK?"

"I won't be, unless you tell me you've been chatting with Suzy Wong again."

"Baby, her name's not Suzy Wong and I don't chat with her."

"Uh huh... tell me. I won't be mad."

"Uh huh...well...I um...took some pictures of you this morning."

She gave me a little tap on my shoulder and said, "You did huh?"

"Yeah, baby, I did."

"Well, I don't know if I'm mad or not. You did that without telling me."

"I know, baby, but we did talk about it. And I only took a dozen or so."

"OK, I know. Let me see the Dirty Dozen, then I'll decide whether I'm mad or not."

"Fair enough."

She sat on my lap and I went through a slide show of every untouched picture I took. I thought that they were all spectacular. She was hyper-critical of herself and didn't like any of them, except for the one shot of her sexy nipple peeking out above the sheet.

"I'm not mad, but you can delete every single one of them and I'd be happy. Except for that one," she said pointing at her nipple picture.

"Wait until you see all of them and then we can decide which are keepers."

"I hope you got rid of that one freckle."

"No, I certainly did not. It's such a sexy mark. But not as sexy as the marks I intend to give you later."

"OK, Mr. Boob Man, let go of my tits and show me more pictures."

I then went through the series of pictures that I had cropped and enhanced the lighting. . I was impatient because I wanted her to see all of them. She admonished me to slow down as she was totally focused on them. I figured that she was making her decision about which to keep.

"These are much better, I think there are a few we could keep out of these."

"There's more, baby."

"More? I thought you only took a dozen."

"Check 'em out," I said opening up the folder containing the black and white versions.

She got up off my lap, stood up, and gave me a look. You could say she whipped a look on me. I was a little bit scared that she was now mad. She turned that look in to a big smile and gave me another love tap.

"Brad, these look really nice...and I am really hungry. Would you make breakfast while I examine them?"

Lynn looked at the pictures while I made a big breakfast - western omelets, scrapple, home fries, and of course coffee. I was watching her study the pictures intently. She was so cute. I could tell that she was doing a mental comparison between what I had taken and modified and the myriad pictures of women on places like Tumblr. She didn't need to do that.

She decided to keep a lot more than I thought. She asked that I delete all of the originals, half of the color shots, and only 2 of the B&W pictures. It's very difficult for me to delete pictures, especially sexy ones, but I did for her.

"Brad, I need to take a shower, then we can do something fun, OK?"

"Sounds great to me, baby."

I took care of the dishes and the pans I used and wiped down the stove and the countertops. Then I went back into the bedroom and I could hear the water running in the shower. And I heard something else...she was singing. I knew she was a music fan, I kind of figured that she would be able to carry a tune, but I didn't realize she was such a good singer. I had a huge smile on my face.

The water turned off and I could just imagine her toweling off. I wanted to do that for her, but the door was locked. Believe me, I checked. She didn't like people interrupting her bathroom time, would be aghast at sharing, and was definitely not one for any kind of wacky bathroom play. Shower fun? Yes. Other stuff? Not so much.

I was sitting on the bed as she exited the bathroom with a towel barely covering her body and with her hair a little damp. I snapped a picture. It was going to be a fun candid shot.

"BRAD! What do you think you're doing?"

I snapped another and it was not going to be a good one. She was walking towards me. She tried to grab my phone and I wouldn't let her. All the while I was snapping picture after picture. We ended up on the bed with her on top of me.

"Dammit, Brad. I mean it. Give me your phone."

"No."

"If you don't give me your phone, I'm going to kick your ass."

I laughed, "You're going to try."

"I'm telling you, I am. I'm small, but I can handle myself."

I giggled again, "OK. Sure."

And with that I flipped her over, took off her towel and pinned her down. I kissed her and she tried to avoid me kissing her, but I did anyway,

"Gimme the phone, Brad." She sounded mad.

"You're not getting my phone, baby. And you're in no position to be demanding."

I let up, but just for a second so I could go down on her. I quickly moved my head in between her legs and put my mouth on her pussy.

"Brad, stop, I just got out of the shower."

I lifted my head and said, "mmmm...that's the best time."

"I can't," and she struggled a little bit.

I held her down and licked her. I licked her little ass and then moved all the way up her slit, just stopping at her clit. I love the slow tease. She stopped her struggle because I knew she wanted this as much as I did.

She was so clean down there, she smelled so good, and when her juices began to flow, she smelled incredible. I was licking her faster now to get every last drop. Then I moved up to her clit, pulled it into my mouth and started sucking. Her hips were moving up and down, telling me what she wanted. I put my finger in her cunt and immediately withdrew it and put it in her ass.

I loved doing that. I loved fingering her ass while she was on the verge of having a huge orgasm. I moaned into her cunt. The vibration of my moaning was sending shock waves to her clit. I kept up the moaning and the sucking and the ass finger fucking.

"Oh my god. Fuck. Brad. Fuck. Oh my god."

Her hips were really bucking now. She was going mad with lust. I looked up to see her face and chest were both flushed red and she was breathing very heavily. If I kept this up I could eat her through many orgasms. And that was my plan.

She had a huge cum. I took my mouth off her clit and focused on licking her slit and fingering her butthole. She was coming down from that high and held my head where it was. I found out that it was a habit of hers to purr like a kitty cat when she was coming down from that big O. It was a signal that she wasn't finished yet.

"Mmmm. Yes, Brad."

I did that for a minute or so. I was savoring her. I was devouring her. I wanted her to get used to having something bigger in her ass, so I slid my middle finger into her cunt to lube it up and slowly slid it into her ass. I know had two of my big fingers in her. I could tell that she was getting comfortable and used to it.

Her hips started their bucking up and down again and this was my signal to put my mouth back on her clit. She was moving up and down ferociously. She was using my mouth as her toy. I was just along for the ride this time.

"Fuck. Fuck. Stay right there. Don't move. Suck me, Brad."

Her hips continued, and then she pulled back.

"Holy shit, Brad. You've got to stop. Please," it came out of her breathlessly.

I knew she was finished.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, my little."

She was lying on the bed totally naked with towel beneath her. The towel was drenched, her hair was matted from sweat, and her chest and face were beat red. I took another picture, this one surreptitiously. She didn't hear me in the second it took to take that totally naked picture. She would never have allowed it. I set my phone down and grabbed the warming lube that I had placed on the end table.

I stood in front of her, generously lubed up my cock, and said, "It's my turn."

The Back Door Man

Lynn was waiting for me, she had that just had a huge orgasm look on her face, and I was in the mood to fuck and fuck hard.

I spread her legs out, lifted them up a little bit, so that they were on my shoulders, and put my cock at her small ass opening. She looked at me with surprise on her face, in anticipation of what I was going to do.

"Relax, baby, I'm going to fuck you there."

And with that I slid the head of cock past her opening. This was always the most difficult part. I waited a few seconds for her to get accustomed to me being in her there. After she relaxed and nodded to me, I knew all bets were off. I put it all the way in her and standing up, I started fucking her ass. It wasn't gentle at all. I need to cum and I needed to fuck and I wanted to pound her little ass.

That may sound selfish, but she had told me on more than one occasion that that was what she wanted to. She fantasized about a big biker dude fucking her hard in the ass, and this was one way to help her in her fantasy.

She was not looking at me; she was looking off to the side. She was feeling my arms and murmuring under her breath. I couldn't make out the words, but she was deep in thought. I thought I was using her and she was actually using me. I kept up the pounding. I was getting off on her getting off on someone else. It made me even hotter for her.

"I want to get on your bike with you and play with your cock. I want you to fuck me. I don't even know your name, Asshole. Take my little ass. Please."

I got into the role, "Who the fuck are you calling, Asshole, Cunt?" I asked as I slapped her across the face. "You take it my little bitch. You like it rough, don't you, slut?"

I picked up the pace. I was slamming into her. I was glad I used a lot of lube.

She wantonly started playing with her clit as I fucked her in the ass.

"Cum in me, Fucker. I want to feel your cum in me."

Lynn's head was moving from side to side as she lived out her fantasy. She was rubbing herself there and spewing out words that were incoherent to me. They were incoherent because I was fucking her so hard and I wanted my cum. I wasn't focused on her orgasm, I was just focused on my cock ramming into her over and over, so I could cum.

"Yes. Take me. Harder."

I grabbed her upper arms and used them for leverage as I took her ass over and over. I put my mouth on her tits and put my bite marks on the tops of them, so that you could see the hickeys when she was showing cleavage. Those things alone made me cum.

I emptied myself into her ass and growled, "I'm cumming in your ass, you slut. Take every drop of it."

"I'm cumming, Fucker. Take me. Cum in my ass," her fingers stopped playing. She was done.

I finished and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me.

"That was hot, Brad. Thank you."