Backyard Barbecue

I’ve been naughty lately, but it’s not my fault. It’s his. It’s his fault for being so sexy. His fault for having a face so beautiful I can’t help but stare. For having lips I want to kiss all the time. For having a body I want to feel against mine. For being so good in bed that I want him all the time, no matter where we are, no matter the propriety. It’s all his fault and I can accept no responsibility.

My Charles is the perfect man. He’s tall with sandy blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, and dimples that make me melt when he smiles. His skin is bronzed from the sun, making his muscles look all that much better.

And he’s so charming and funny. Everyone wants to be around him. I love to watch him as he entertains. As everyone hangs on his every word. As people make a point to seek out his opinion. I love to watch his dimples form when he laughs. I love to watch the women flirt with him, because I know no matter what they say, he’s coming home with me.

It’s these times that I want him the most. I know I shouldn’t want him at such a public event. I shouldn’t tease him. I shouldn’t make him want me. I just can’t help myself.

Now he’s threatening not to take me to any more parties, because I behaved so badly at the last party we attended. He agreed to take me to his boss’ backyard barbecue, but only after I agreed to behave. I promised not to engage in any of my usual naughty tricks and he took me at my word.

I broke my promise. And I must confess that I knew what I was doing from the beginning. I chose the dress I wore, because I knew it showed off my long, tan legs and was low cut enough to display my ample breasts without being trashy. I wore my raven hair in long loose waves and highlighted my baby blue eyes with just the right amount of eyeliner. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist me.

Charles shook his head when he saw me, but I said very innocently, “I can’t help the way I look. If I turn you on, that’s your problem.”

“You know,” he replied, “you have to be good. This is my boss’ party.”

“I realize that. I’ll be good.”

When he arrived at his boss’ house, it seemed the whole company was there and everyone seemed excited to see him. I let them have him and began mingling, but I kept an eye on him.

And when he excused himself to go the bathroom, I followed him inside. I waited for him outside the bathroom door.

He grinned when he opened the door and saw me. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied innocently.

“Are you sure?”

“Why Charles, are you doubting me?”

“No,” he replied, “but maybe I like it when you’re just a little bad.”

“Well, I can’t be bad today. It’s your boss’ party.”

He attempted to pass me, but I blocked his path.
I ran my hand slowly across the front of his pants.

He inhaled sharply and whispered into my ear, “Why did you have to wear that dress?”

I smiled, “I thought maybe I looked good in it.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “You know you look sexy as hell in it.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, stopping to gently bite his bottom lip. I let go and smiled at him.

His expression was serious and full of desire. “I have to have you.”

I laughed, “But wherever will you have me?”

“Umm…there’s a basement. His wife makes us play cards down there.”

“Lead the way.”

We heard the sliding patio door open and hurried toward the basement to avoid discovery.

As soon as he closed the basement door, Charles kissed me violently, grasping the bannister with one hand and wrapping his other arm around my waist to keep us from toppling down the stairs.

“Get down the stairs,” he ordered.

My legs shook in anticipation as I descended the stairs. He didn’t wait for me to turn around. His hands were under my dress, on my hips, running up my sides until he reached my bra.

I broke away from him and turned around. I unzipped my dress, let it drop to the floor, and stepped out of it. Unclasped my bra. Let it fall to the floor.

I smiled mischievously, “Come here.”

He took his own shirt off and took a step toward me.
I gasped as he squeezed my nipples roughly.

He stuck his hand down my panties, and rubbed my clit with his fingers. I moaned and leaned against him, my breasts touching his bare chest.

“Shh…be a good girl and be quiet.”

I tried, but couldn’t contain myself as his fingers entered me. I moaned louder.

“See, I have to stop now,” he teased as he removed his hand from my panties.

I responded by grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling him toward me. I struggled to unbutton and unzip them, kissing him roughly as I did.

After successfully getting his shorts down, I found his dick under his boxers and began rubbing my hand up and down him.

He groaned and pulled my panties down. He pushed me on top of a nearby folding table. He kissed me with urgency and rubbed my clit. I returned the favor and began giving him a hand job.

With my other hand, I pushed his fingers down further, guided them inside of me and rubbed my own clit as he fingered me.

“Fuck me,” I ordered.

I guided him inside me and yelled out “oh my god” when I felt him fully inside of me.

He reminded me to be quiet. He bent my legs and held my knees as he fucked me. I struggled not to make a sound as the pleasure intensified.

But I couldn’t help myself when he flipped me over and bent me over the table. I screamed with pleasure as he entered me from behind.

He covered my mouth with his hand. I moaned into his hand as he fucked me from behind, each moan louder than the one before, until I came. He let go of my mouth and I enjoyed the waves of pleasure flowing through me. He continued and came himself within a few minutes.

He helped me up and wrapped his arms under my waist. He pressed his forehead against mine and said

“I don’t want to go back.”

“Now Charles,” I teased, “if you don’t go back now, people may start wondering where you are.”

He took a deep breath. ”I know, let’s go.”

We cleaned up and crept up the stairs. We listened for any sounds outside the door before opening it. We successfully snuck outside.

Charles’ boss saw us and asked where we were.

Charles looked guilty, but I was quick to say “We had to get something out of the car.”

His boss accepted the excuse and the party moved on.

I smiled. It was the perfect crime and I’m the perfect criminal.

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