A Show For Him

As I laid down on the warm rocks to dry off before heading back to the house I was also acutely aware of one more feeling. It's funny, but I found that I missed having him there watching me. I wondered if he would ever appear again.

On my journey back to the house I half expected my admirer to spring out of the bushes at any moment. Of course that didn't happen. Upon entering our home my mind turned to what I would say to Bill. Should I be completely honest with him and tell him? Usually that is what I would have naturally done. However, I rationalized that I had done nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like I had snuck around and had an affair. I thought that maybe the best course to take would be to just see where things went from here. Who knew? Maybe he would never return for a repeat performance.

That night in bed Bill leaned over to give me a kiss goodnight. After the sensual afternoon that I had just experienced, he was pleasantly surprised when I reached up and pulled him down hard against my lips. As out tongues danced wetly against each others Bill's hand went up underneath my pajama top. I writhed beneath him and moaned softly against his lips as my hands pushed his pajama bottom down.

Now it was my turn to be pleasantly surprised. Bill was already rock hard! I lifted my hips as he swept my panties off hurriedly. We were both practically growling as he placed a knee between my legs and pressed against my sex. I clutched frantically at him to pull him over the top of me.

He plunged inside of me with one powerful thrust. I had to bury my mouth against his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. I could feel and hear Bill's heavy panting at my ear as he began moving in and out of me. I couldn't remember ever wanting to feel him fill me more than I did at that very moment. I was so wet that the sound of our lovemaking filled the room.

Unfortunately, when you are both at such a high fevered pitch the end came upon us very quickly. There were no complaints here, though! My orgasm exploded inside of me just a faction before I felt Bill's body tensing and he erupted deep in my womb -- filling me with his warm seed.

We were both still breathing heavily as the world began to swim back into focus. I didn't know what to say. What explanation could I give for the animal-like way in which we had just coupled? Luckily, Bill saved me from saying anything at all. He looked down into my eyes and simply said, "I love you, sweetheart."

What more WAS there to say? I told him that I loved him dearly and we fell asleep in each others arms. God, I love that man!

During the rest of the summer I continued to visit my Sanctuary at least three times per week. On at least four other occasions I noticed that he was there. He was always crouched down in the same location. Who knows? Maybe he had been present more often and had another hiding place that I hadn't discovered. In any event, he never made any movement to encroach upon the pool area. He seemed to be content to remain hidden and just watch me as I swam or sunbathed in the nude.

It's funny, but for something that I never would have dared doing a few months earlier, after a while cavorting about naked for an audience started to seem almost natural. That's not to say that I didn't find it incredibly sexy to be watched. Each time that I knew he was there I felt so sensual and yes, aroused. On those occasions the day would always end with Bill and I making love. It seemed that our lovemaking on those nights was always wilder and much more intense.

Two weeks ago I had to take my mother to the doctor's for a checkup. By the time that I arrived back at home it was already mid-afternoon. It was later than I would usually start out on my trek to my little oases. I thought about not going at all, but at the last moment I found my feet heading off to the path through the woods.

I knew that I wouldn't have enough time for my usual activities before I would have to get back home. After all, I still had a family that would be expecting dinner. I may have become slightly addicted to my newfound exhibitionism, but my family was still the most important thing in my life. However, the simple enjoyment of walking through all of that unspoiled beauty was too much to resist.

It was an especially hot afternoon as I made my way to the Sanctuary. I looked forward to arriving so that I could at least splash some of the cool water on my face. I was so lost in thought imagining how nice it would feel when that cold water touched my skin that I was part way down the side of the hill around the pool when I noticed that someone else was already there. It was him!

I froze in my tracks as I looked down at the scene before me. I realized that he must have decided that I wasn't coming today because it was so late. My eyes widened as I looked at his naked form as he stood below the little waterfall. Instinctively, I squatted down so that he wouldn't see me. I smiled to myself when the thought hit me that I might be concealing myself behind the very same bush that he always used when he was spying on me.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I watched him from the privacy of my hiding place. With the water pouring down over his head, he must not have heard me approaching because he certainly didn't look the least bit self conscious. I felt a delicious wave of pleasure as I watched him in this very private moment.

The sunshine glistened off of his wet body as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair. The water cascaded down his body and my eyes were immediately drawn to his muscular thighs. Nicely sculpted thighs have always been a huge turn-on for me. He certainly didn't disappoint me in that department!

The heat, combined with my growing excitement, was causing sweat to break out on my forehead and run down my face. I considered making my way down to the water's edge and joining him. However, he had never made any move to invade my privacy while I was the one on display, so the least I could do was afford him the same courtesy. I contented myself with just watching from behind the bush.

As he turned around under the spray my breath caught in my throat. His manhood was now on complete display. There, between those exquisite thighs, his member swung back and forth lewdly as he moved beneath the water. His hands reached down to his penis as he washed himself off. I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the confinement of my bra and I snaked my hand inside the opening at the top of my blouse. I wondered if he touched himself while he had watched me. Another delicious thrill ran through me at that thought!

All too soon, he stepped out from beneath the water and headed to where his clothes were piled. In that instant when his back was turned to me, I quietly got up and went back up over the top of the ridge and started making my way back to the house. My mind was whirling with thoughts of what I had just witnessed and I again wondered if I should tell Bill anything about it. Nothing had really happened, I rationalized. So, what was so bad that I needed to tell him about? This had probably been just a freak accident and it would probably never happen again. I decided to stay silent.

That night as we climbed into bed I was again so turned on by the events of the day. I slid over to rest my head on Bill's shoulder and cuddle as I customarily do. As we laid there just enjoying the warmth and comfort of being in each others arms I slowly worked my hand down his body. Bill certainly didn't object when my hand found its way inside the fly of his pajamas!

Once again I was surprised to find how hard he was so soon. My fingers wrapped themselves around his thick shaft and I heard him moan in pleasure as my hand began to slowly stroke him. Bill reached down and unsnapped his pajama bottom, then lifted his hips as I assisted him in removing them completely. He reached to remove my pajama top, but I gently pushed his hand away.

I don't know if it was because of any guilt that I felt over what I had done that day or what it was, but I wanted tonight to be just about pleasuring Bill. I turned my head and began softly kissing his chest as my hand continued to slowly stroke his length. Ever so slowly I started kissing lower and lower. I heard Bill give a deep moan and he grew even harder in my hand.

I think he might have been surprised at what his little wife was doing because this was an activity that I only rarely did -- usually on one of those special occasions. My lips finally reached his hardness and I slowly kissed along the side of the shaft. I heard Bill moaning my name softly as my tongue circled the swollen head. I tasted the saltiness of his precum on my lips and I greedily lapped it up.

Pulling the skin down tightly with my hand, I took the entire head into my warm, wet mouth. Bill's breathing had become much heavier and it gave me a thrill to know that I was pleasing him so much. I bobbed my head up and down over the top couple of inches of his manhood. I don't profess to being one of those experts that can swallow an entire seven inches, but I don't think that Bill minded one little bit as my hand stroked him in time to the movements of my lips.

I felt Bill's hands in my hair, but he made no move to force me to take him any deeper. He was twisting and moaning on the bed as I hungrily kept up my oral assault. It wasn't long before I could hear his breathing become even more labored and he whispered my name to warn me that he was so close. I never even considered removing my mouth. If anything, I intensified my ministrations until I felt his body go rigid and he filled my mouth with load after load of his hot seed.

I managed to swallow most of it and I kept him inside my mouth after he had cum. My hand stroked his manhood slowly until I felt it starting to deflate. I quickly wiped off the places where some of his precious fluid had escaped my lips and moved up next to him again. To my surprised, Bill turned and kissed me! He had never done that before after I had done that to him and it made me feel so loved and beautiful.

Tonight it wasn't important to seek any more pleasure for myself. For a woman, sexual satisfaction is not always dependant on penetration or orgasm. His kisses and his arms holding me tight, along with the knowledge that he still found me so desirable, was all the satisfaction that any woman could ever want. We fell asleep in each others arms and I again thought about how lucky I was as sleep overtook me.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning on the day of our twenty-eighth anniversary when I finally headed out of the back door towards the path in the woods. The sun felt warm on my face as I breathed in the fresh morning air. My pace was faster this morning because I knew that I wanted to be back at the house by at least two so that Bill and I could have some time together to enjoy our special day.

I wondered briefly whether he would be at the Sanctuary today. I had spotted him once since that day when our roles had been reversed. I even went out later than usual one day in the hopes of a repeat performance, but sadly he hadn't been there that day.

My legs strained with the effort of my quickened pace, but the burning in my thighs felt kind of nice. Since starting my hiking adventures I had lost almost twenty pounds that I had thought would be with me for the rest of my life. My legs were much more toned and I was happy to note that my bottom did not sag quite as much as it did before. I still may not have been a calendar-girl model candidate, but I had gained a new found pride in my body that had been lacking for far too many years.

Twenty-five minutes after I had left the house I found myself cresting the hill surrounding the pool. "That's a new record, Sam," I thought to myself. I made my way down to the water's edge and kicked off my hiking boots and socks. I loved the feel of the sun-baked stones on my bare feet. I sat down and took a few minutes to soak in the exquisite scenery before me.

The elm and maple trees were in full bloom and I had noticed that the raspberries looked good enough to pick. Aside from the sound of the water tinkling down over the waterfall, the only other sound came from the twittering of the birds in the trees. This place was far enough away from any road that the sounds of automobile traffic did not penetrate my oases.

When I felt sufficiently recovered from my long hike out here, I went over to where I had dropped my backpack. I took my water bottle out of the bag and took a long cool drink. As I walked back towards the water's edge once again I snuck a glance up the hillside. I felt my pulse quicken when I saw the he was there!

Without another glance in his direction my fingers moved to the buttons of my blouse. I never tired of the feeling of the sunshine and air hitting my skin as I slowly exposed myself. I finished unbuttoning my blouse and slid it from my shoulders. I folded it neatly before placing it on the ground.

Next, my fingers busied themselves undoing the button of my shorts. I lowered the zipper and gave a little shimmy as I pushed them down over my hips. I neatly folded my shorts and they too joined my blouse on the rocks nearby. I took a moment to stand there in just my bra and panties -- savoring the delicious feeling of doing something so wicked.

Finally, I reached behind my back and released my bra. I felt the straps slipping from my shoulders and I tossed the flimsy garment over to the pile that I had already started. I wasted no time in hooking my fingers in the waistband of my panties and letting them drop to the ground as well. I kicked them over to join my other clothes and I was once again standing completely naked in the brilliant sunshine beneath the gaze of my hidden admirer.

I thought about going into the water, but I didn't quite feel like getting all wet just yet. I sat down upon the warm, flat rocks and just let the warm sun caress my skin. I leaned back, with my arms behind me and let him have a completely unobstructed view of my body. I knew that the position of my arms would cause my breasts to push outward proudly. It was such a turn-on to be displaying myself so wantonly on the day of my anniversary. "Well, Bill, you had your chance this morning," I thought.

As I sat there I decided to be a little bolder today. I slowly uncrossed my ankles and let my legs open slightly. I had been sure to seat myself so that he he would have a perfect view of me. I knew that he might not be able to make out too much detail from his perch, but it still made me feel so wicked to be exposing myself in this new way.

My shoulders soon tired of holding myself up in this position. I pulled my pile of clothes over to act as a pillow and I laid back full length of the warm stones. My mind went back to that afternoon when I had been the one spying on him. I remembered how arousing it was to watch him in such a completely unguarded moment and how I had touched myself from the privacy of my hiding place. I wondered if he might be touching himself at this very moment.

Maybe it was the heat going to my head or maybe it was the arousal that I felt at the thought that my admirer might be touching himself as I lay on full display before him, but I was surprised by what I did next.

Without really thinking about it, I moved my hands up the sides of my breasts. I let my fingertips move around the bottom sides of each mound and gave a gentle squeeze. I couldn't believe that I was actually doing this! My hands moved to the tops of my breasts and my heart pounded as my fingers moved up each slope until I was gently touching my hard nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rolled my nipples and I could feel myself moistening down below.

At this point I believe that the last of my common sense left me. I felt beautiful and my body was demanding the attention that it had been denied this morning. My hands moved down my body to the insides of my thighs. My hands pushed my legs wider apart and I knew that even at the distance he was from me, he almost assuredly could make out how excited I now was.

My right hand moved between my legs and my middle finger dragged itself up along my moist slit. I let out another moan and was surprised at just how wet I had become. My finger continued its journey up and down my sex. My hips began to involuntarily rock as I pleasured myself before my admirer.

I finally pushed my middle finger against my opening and gasped as it slid inside me easily. My juices were flowing copiously as my index finger joined in the action as well. I raised my left hand to once again caress my breasts and I let myself give way to the sensation that were rushing through my body.

When I could stand it no longer, I removed my fingers from inside my body and massaged my swollen clit. Back and forth they moved as I moaned over and over. My hips were undulating as my body demanded the release that I could feel building inside. My left hand moved up so that the backs of my fingers were touching my lips in some subconscious effort to hide myself and my lewd behavior.

When my orgasm hit me I let out a loud moan that must have been clearly audible throughout my Sanctuary. My body shook at the power of my release and my brain must have short circuited because I don't really remember anything of the next few minutes.

As the world began to come into focus again I suddenly felt very embarrassed over what I had just done. I quickly glanced up the hillside, but there was no sign of my visitor anymore. I was grateful for that at least. How long had he been there? What must he think of me now?

I got up from my place on the rocks and glanced at my watch. I knew that I had to get a move on if I was going to get back to the house by two. My body was lightly covered in sweat, so I decided that I would duck under the waterfall briefly before setting out for home. I gingerly made my way across the ledge and winced as I stepped underneath the cool flow of water.

I closed my eyes and let the water pour over me. I shook my head in disbelief over the wanton display that I had just participated in. I was so lost in thought that I gave a jump when I spotted movement out of the side of my eye.

It was him!

He had a small smile on his face as he confidently stepped under the spray with me. I barely had time to register that he was rock hard as his arms moved around me and pressed me to him. His lips were on mine while my brain struggled to process this latest development.

He broke the kiss and said huskily, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

I reached up and took that silly orange baseball cap off of his head and tossed it into the water. "I love you, Bill. Happy anniversary."

He smiled and said, "Happy anniversary to you too my gorgeous wife! Did you think that I had forgotten?"

I replied, "That's what I love about you -- I never know WHAT to expect from you."

Bill laughed and said, "Nor I, you."

I tried to bring his lips back down to mine, but he turned away and said with a chuckle, "Wait! I have to get my hat before it gets ruined."

"You're going nowhere, mister," I replied, "I have other plans for you right now."

With that, he took me in his arms and the rest of the afternoon was given over to exploring new sexual heights that I had never dreamed were possible. But I think that is a story that we are going to keep just between the two of us.