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.