Author: Karl Shawlton Title: Spontaneity 1 Summary: Sexiness in a south London suburb. Chapter 1. Sunny afternoon Keywords: MF cons exhib © 2013. All rights reserved, Karl Shawlton This all happened when I was sharing a house in an unfashionable suburb in south London with some friends. The line-up varied a little, but for several years there were three ever-presents: Dan (that’s me), my girlfriend Kate, and Becky. Now read on. *** Becky had wonderful tits. Not too big, but firm and rounded, and with pert pink nipples which, forever erect, seemed to be doing their best to burst through whatever she was wearing. She frequently went bra-less, much to the delight of male onlookers. And around the house she would wear ripped t-shirts with holes in just the right places. It was a liberal household. The atmosphere was relaxed and, after some months together, we were all sufficiently at ease with one another that no one thought anything of nipping naked across the landing to the shared bathroom. I got into the habit of making tea for the girls in the morning and taking it into their bedrooms. When Becky just rolled over and hid under the duvet, I’d whisk it off her naked body to encourage her to get up. I admit I got a kick out of it, but she was devoted to her fiancé (studying in a college the other side of London), and it was just a bit of fun for us both. We had a yard out the back, just a patch of concrete really, which served partly as a thoroughfare for the three or four guys who worked on the building site behind our house. Still, it was all we had, and at least the house itself sheltered us from the passing traffic on the main road at the front. In the summer we had barbecues there, and would often sit or lie outside to enjoy the sun. Becky was something of a sun-worshipper. I’m not sure she enjoyed lying in the sun for its own sake, but she did like the idea of having a sun-tan. She’d put on a skimpy green bikini and stretch out in the yard with a book. Sometimes I’d join her, to be sociable, but I was more protective of my skin, and couldn’t usually stand it for more than half an hour at a time. Then, one day, when we were both lying outside, she turned towards me. “Do you think anyone would mind”, she asked, “if I took my bikini top off?” Well, you can probably guess what my reply was. “I can’t see anyone objecting,” I said. In fact, there were only the two of us there. The yard was overlooked from the neighbouring house, but we’d never seen anyone there, and supposed it to be empty. So she untied the bikini top and let it fall away from those wonderful breasts. I have to admit that I found it difficult to concentrate on my book from then on. After that, Becky usually went topless in the yard when she sunbathed. Kate came out from time to time, and occasionally unbuttoned her shirt to expose one breast or both, but she wasn’t so keen on soaking up the sun’s rays. And if I remember rightly we were sometimes joined by our fourth housemate at the time, Adrienne, a transient Australian. She, however, kept herself well covered. (There was something of the prude in Adrienne and, although she never said anything, she was obviously not comfortable with our casual exhibitionism.) Becky’s near-nakedness naturally attracted the interest of the building workers when it took place during their working hours. It’s amazing how many of them managed to find an excuse to pop around to the front of the house in order to pass by and ogle her tits. Becky was well aware of their interest, but didn’t mind; on the contrary, she rather liked being the focus of attention. Becky had another trick that I was happy to witness. She always said she wouldn’t go completely nude outside because she wanted to be able to measure how tanned she was by comparing her exposed parts with those protected by her bikini bottoms. So from time to time she would come inside and peel down the front of her bikini pants, affording us a glimpse of her light-brown pubic hair as she assessed the success of her sunbathing. I was, of course, happy to give her a second opinion. For most of these outdoor sessions I’d been wearing just a pair of ragged shorts. Then, one Sunday afternoon, I decided to take the plunge. I stripped off my shorts – eliciting an approving grin from Becky – and let the sun warm my cock and balls. I have to say it felt good, and completely natural. We lay like that for half an hour or so, flicking through sections of the Sunday newspaper. Then Becky decided it was time to apply more sun-tan lotion. I watched as she rubbed it into her arms and legs. She moved on to her face, then the back of her neck, and at last those fantastic tits. I admired the movements of her hand as she massaged the lotion into her breasts, her erect nipples resisting the pressure of her hands. Then she smiled at me: “Danny, could you help me with my back?” Of course, I was by her side like a shot! She handed the bottle of lotion to me and rolled on to her stomach. I poured some of the cream on my hand and started rubbing her back with long, firm strokes. “Mmm, that feels good,” said Becky. “More on the shoulders, please. And rub it in well.” I’d been reclining, rubbing Becky’s back with one hand and supporting myself on the other elbow. Now I decided to take up a better position. Half-kneeeling and half-sitting, I straddled Becky’s bum, with my balls resting in the small of her back. This allowed me use both hands and stroke her back from her shoulders downwards. Becky sighed contendedly as I massaged her shoulders, back and sides. She gave the occasional giggle as she felt my cock twitch once or twice just above her bikini pants. After two or three minutes I paused. “Enough?” I asked. “Yes. Now the front,” she said, teasing me. “What?” I groaned, pretending unwillingness. “I thought you’d done that.” “I missed a couple of bits,” she whispered, innocently. “OK, turn over,” I said. I rose on my knees slightly, giving her room to swivel her body around between my legs. Her bare skin, sliding against my balls, had the inevitable effect, and by the time she lay on her back beneath me, my cock was pointing at the sky. To conceal it – we were in the back yard, after all – I leant forward, pressing it into her stomach. My nipples were inches from hers. Much though I wanted to, there was no way I could rub the sun-tan oil into her boobs in that position. “Becky,” I said, “I can’t do this outdoors. We’ll be arrested.” “I see what you mean,” she said. “Or I feel it. Look, let’s try to get inside.” She wrapped her legs around my thighs and her arms around my neck. I pushed myself to my knees, then to my feet, with Becky still clinging to me, hiding my hard-on but doing nothing to make it go away. I put my hands on Becky’s arse to support her and, clamped together, we staggered towards the French windows, luckily just a few yards away. Once inside, we fell together on to the sofa. Becky pulled away enough to look down at my throbbing prick. “Wow!” she said. “Someone seems to have enjoyed that. We’d better make the most of it, hadn’t we?” With that, she stripped off her bikini bottoms, pushed me back on the sofa, and straddled me, deftly using her hand to guide my willing cock into her moist pussy. I groaned with pleasure as I felt the warmth of her inside body envelop me. I scarcely had to make any effort as she moved herself up and down, at first slowly, then gathering speed. “Ohhhh!” I yelled. “I’m going to come!” I didn’t want it to end; and at the same time I did, looking forward to that brief burst of ecstasy. But in any case, Becky was running the show, and she knew what she wanted. Giving a final downward thrust with her hips, she collapsed with a groan, pressing her lips to mine as I ejaculated inside her. After a minute or so of heavy breathing, Becky raised herself to look at me. We exchanged slightly sheepish grins. “Well,” I said, “that was unexpected.” “Yes,” said Becky. “And, since we’re both happily attached, not to be repeated.” But she winked at me as she said it.