"When will it get soft again?" "When I get a chance to cum", I told her honestly. She thought about this a moment then asked, "So you need to masturba...e?" "Yeah, pretty much." Her next question floored me, "Can I watch?" Without thinking I countered with, "Only if I can watch you after." "Fair is fair." I wrapped my hand around my raging cock and slowly started to pump it. I knew that I wasn't going to last too long with as worked up as I was and having the object of months worth of fantasies. He reached around her thigh, his own breathing deep, using his fingers to pull her panties to the side. They moaned together as his cock began rubbing directly against her warm, wet slit. She gasped and leaned her head back as she got closer and closer to the release she craved. He found her neck with his lips and his teeth, kissing and nibbling on her neck hungrily. She moaned again, so close. Slowly, he drew his hips back, his cock sliding down her slit until the tip was nestled against her. I had a hard-on that you could of chipped a tooth with and I struggled in getting those damned tiles on on to the back porch. As I entered her house she was standing by a wrought iron cocktail cart.(Remember those?) She poured two Jack Daniels on the rocks and came over to me. I jokingly asked where did she want me to start on the landscaping. Laughingly she said "I have a special job for you". With that we clinked glassed, took a gulp, and we proceed to kiss deep and passionate, the. She climbed up on top and sat down to eat lunch. When she saw him coming up the trail, she took off her shirt and bra and started to dig through her backpack for her bikini top. Her breast were moist from the strenuous hike and her nipples were hard from thinking about him. She made sure to look for her top long enough for him to get a good look at her, then she started putting on her bikini top. Then she looked up at him and waved. "Are you ready for lunch" she asked. He said he was and moved.