. if I can ever be of service?” he said knowingly,” Anyway be sure to enjoy your leave and your sunbathing Mrs Chiverton!”As I walk down my tran...uil lane, I daydream of sunbathing in my garden; a far younger version of Mr Jones kneels attentively beside my side; applying sun cream to my naked shoulders. His hands glide across my skin, smooth and slow; his fingers bordering onto my breast. Then they move onto tummy before disappearing down into my groin.I sure was hungry for sex. I would have to. She responded by starting to unbutton the remaining buttons of her shirt. I turned around, walked to my chair. By the time I sat down she had closed the door and removed her shirt. She pulled down her jogging pants to reveal red thong panties; I told her she could leave those on. She laid her pants down by the chair and grabbed a pillow off the couch, put it on the floor and knelt in front of me, reaching for my belt. I let her unbuckle my belt and unsnap my pants. I helped her pull them. I started to relax a little and talk, I told him that he was single, that I admired his show because they became real women and could seduce any man, that he had taken many photos of him.He put music on a little tape recorder on the table and turned off most of the lights and asked me to dance.He hesitated a bit and took my hands, stretched me out and I stood up leaving my camera on the couch.She immediately hugged me and I felt her small breasts, I breathed in her woman's perfume and felt her. I pulled a light blanket from my daypack and spread it over thehaybale. I didn't want the rough hay to leave marks on that beautifulskin. Maneuvering her onto her back, (she was heavier than I expected),I gazed down at her chest covered only loosely by the bra. Enough ofthat! I grabbed both shoulder straps and drew them down and off her arms.There before me, clearly visible in the light filtering into the barn,was the first pair of live breasts I had ever seen.My hands again returned to her.