It was a warm summer’s day and I was minding my own business when out of the blue stood Judith, Barry’s wife. You remember Barry if not you haven�...��t read all my stories have you? She was stood talking to me but I couldn’t hear properly so I invited her in.She came and sat in the garden we were talking and she said Barry had gone to a collectors fayre with their daughter and she was home alone and bored. She was wearing a white summer top and blue trousers, she was blonde a little chubby and. This must be the nude beach they drove by earlier. Remembering back to their drive by the "nude beach" sign, the couple remembered how privately excited they were about the idea. As she was looking over at their nude neighbors, he knelt down behind her. Running his hand up to her neck, he raised his other and started rubbing her shoulders. The sun screen she put on before their departure acted as a lubricant allowing his fingers to slide over her skin. The tension in her shoulders released as. I better get something out of this, this time." Like what?" I said coyly."Like this," she hopped up on the desk and just as skillful as the bra removal, her panties were off and tossed on the floor before I could say "pussy". She spread her stocking clad legs wide, revealing a bald, pink snatch, dripping with arousal. Weak at the knees at the sight of such an adorable, wet pussy, I crouched down and moved close to breath in her ambrosial aroma. The scent of her sweet wetness flowed into my nose. No answer.I tried a little bit of a smile, an earnest but still manly effort, I hoped, that projected reassurance, no threat to his daughter's welfare."How are you, sir?"No answer, but he nodded and gestured to the table. Seated, he remained silent, and I wondered how long he was going to prolong this silliness. He leaned forward. The guy was impressive, I admit that. He wasn't scowling but he wasn't smiling either. The large person who'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere to sit at the adjacent.