A few weeks ago a guy I had been chatting to online for a while, Jack, invited me over to his place. He is in his fifties and retired, he got divorced many years ago and has been single ever since. Our interest was sparked by each others pictures; his were a collection of him in the outdoors, mostly with his trousers round his thighs and a proud hard on or semi hard on on show. The ones he liked of me were a few in lingerie and one where I was fully dressed. We both agreed I was not convincing, but when he told me how he wanked over the photos I knew I wanted to meet up with him. I got home early one day and feeling horny. I slowly finished my work but it was hot in my study so I was soon stripped down to just my boxers. My day finished with a usual conference call with my team and by then I was online and had some porn running. My cock was stirring. A message popped up from Jack and I just about managed to fit in some small talk with him. I brought him up to speed on exactly what I was doing and he explained how he had been busy in the garden all day, was hot and sweaty and thinking about treating himself by way of a reward. ‘What kind of reward,’ I typed and hi sreply came back quickly, ‘maybe you should get dressed and come on over?’ I agreed in an instant and even though it was hot, 45 minutes later I was showered and dressed in full lingerie and pulling on my jeans and bike jacket ready to head off. I knew roughly where Jack lived, but his house really impressed me, he buzzed me through his front gate and I parked the bike, leaving my helmet on the seat. As he had told me I walked round the side gate and was amazed at the views, his garden was long and wide; a rich green lawn dotted with trees and flower beds; I recognized it straight away from his photos. It was baking hot and I dropped my bag onto one of the many sun loungers on the large patio, looking around for him. I jumped as a deep voice boomed from above, “Hi, Harry!” I turned to see jack up on a balcony toweling his hair, “Ill be right down!” In a minute he emerged from the sliding door to the kitchen. It felt very formal when we shook hands and he clapped me on the shoulder, “Come on through,” he said cheerfully. He stpped into his flip flops and I followed him round the side of the house, taking in his form as we went; he was much taller than I realised and broad with it; he wore a loose tee shirt and short shorts. I was intrigued as we went through another side gate away from the house and after one more turn I found we were in a walled croutyard, neatly bordered with grass and more patio that surrounded a swimming pool and hot tub. “Wow!” I remarked and he laughed it off with wave of his hand. “This is the true benefit,” he explained of having a rich cheating wife!” He opened a fridge built into a low wall and pulled out two bottles of beer. “You look like you’re roasting,” he said, “I iimagine we are both dying to get your jacket off!” I laughed and it expelled some nerves that I did not know I had. He sat down and gestured for me to take it off. Even though it was still hot and sunny, a coolness blew around me as I unzipped my leathers and pulled my arms free. The effect of the little camisole top was lost due to it clinging to me in sweat, but I puled it loose and straightened it around my little padded bra before turning to him. He smiled approvingly and nodded his head as I leant forwards to lower my jeans too. I reached in and pleased that all six snaps were still in place; I pulled them down to my knees and then clumsily lifted each leg to pull them off fully. When I stood up straight now it gave him the full view of me in stockings, sexy six strap suspender belt that matched my knickers and bra. “Mmmm, what a nice reward,” he said. I twirled for him slowly, “Good enough to wank over?” I asked. “You think you came over so I could wank off?” he chuckled. I smiled and he continued, “Hardly,” he said, “… hardly!” I sat down swigging on my beer, “you are bigger then in your photos,” I told him and he thanked me. “Makes me wonder if that is the same with everything?” He chuckled and turned on his lounger before standing up. I felt my excitement rise as I could see the shape of his member in his shorts. He reached to the shorts at the top of his leg and pulled it outwards. His thick cock tip dropped into view and let the shorts fall back, a very provocative sight; he had enough length for his cock to be visible where it hung, I reached for it immediately. Gingerly I traced my finger tip around his purple helmet and then over the folds of his foreskin, stretched already around the tips girth. It was soft to the touch and I knew that I wanted to see it hard as soon as possible. “You want to see it all?” Jack asked. “Yes please,” I replied and felt embarrassed at my croaky voice and what sounded like a lame answer. At the sides, he pushed his shorts down and now from the top, his thick base was on show. He was skin smooth and he bent a little to slip them down further. I felt my face flush as I was presented with this fine specimen of a cock. It hung softly, but looked imposing at the same time. “Oh Wow,” I said for the second time that day, my cock swelling in the confines of my knickers and I sat up so he was only a couple of inches from my face. He was heavy in my hand as I lifted his cock to get it to my lips. He stiffened at my touch and while he got no thicker, I am sure it grew an inch more. I knew that I was going to have trouble blowing him and I tingled at the prospect. I licked his helmet and all around his tip and he groaned in appreciation. I hoisted him up so I could run my tongue all the way down the underside and took my chance to spy his balls. In perfect relation to his big dick, they sat heavy but tight underneath. Cool as I cupped them I looked forward to learning how much spunk they could produce. I wanked him fro the base while I licked him. Looking at this cock I planted both my hands round him, both my hands juts covered his shaft leaving his fat helmet there for my mouth’s attention. I felt intoxicated with his cock now and I opened up and moved my head forward. Opened wide, my lips still stretched a little as I took him in, the moan that came from him made my own cock push even more on the knickers. I took one hand away and let him slide little by little in between my taut lips. I fetl him twitch and I was excited to know I was hitting his spot. My mouth was filled and I fought the urge to gag relaxing as much as I could and controlling the pace with my hand firmly at his base still. At that he pulled away and I felt disappointed at the sudden loss. “Too soon?” I asked with a croaky voice. “Oh no,” he answered softly, pushing me to lie back down on the sun lounger. He knelt besides me and his hands rubbed over me caressing my stocking covered legs and groping my padded bra. He even slipped his hand under and pinched hard on my nipple. I flinched, I could not remember telling him I liked that!? He finally made it to my hard dick and reached straight in to the knickers to pull it free. “Hmm, nice!” he said as he pulled on it casually. “Oh fuck,” I told him, “ I won’t last long!” He said nothing, but as he continued to slowly wank me he rose up on his legs. He straddled the lounger over my head and bent still so he could wank me. His cock looked even bigger form this angle, standing out form his body as it did. He adjust his hips and managed to point it down for me, I reached up with my neck and licked him some more. IT was impossible to get any purchase on him with my lips though so I brought my arm up as well so I could wank him too. “Oh, god, oh god,” I could hear him moaning and at that moment he slipped. He caught himself from falling, and rested for a moment on me, his hard hot cock pressing into my chest. As if by reflex my hands snaked around him and I clasped his bum cheeks. He lifted slightly and I got my hand ti his cock but could not really do anything with it. He was up now and resting on his elbows, he was waning me once more and it felt great. He was talking to me, I could hear him, but I could not make out the words, but when his hand came back and grabbed his cheek I put two and two together that he was talking about his arse; he pulled his cheek and showed me his hole, puckered and clean like the rest of him. He lifted more, but kept wanking me somehow, now thought I could get a good hold of him again. I wanked him and moved him about so I could get his tip in my mouth once more, he expertly stopped his weight pushing down which saved me from choking! Then the attention on my cock stopped and he froze for a moment. There was no movement at all for what seemed like minutes and then he slowly pulled up form and turned, moved down and then straddled me again this time over my legs. He rested his cock on mine, threading it in under my knickers. I looked pathetically small next to him, but he did not car about that. He wanked his cock and then pressed it to mine, rubbing himself off on me, his hands playing over the silky materials some more. He pressed hard on my and it was getting uncomfortable. He pulled back far and nudged his hard on between my legs. I have no idea how I would have coped, but if he wanted to do me then, I would have let him! Finally he lifted up once more and he gestured for me to take him in hand. I latched my grip around his cock and pulled. He was even harder now it seemed and his breathing was hard. Tell tale twitches rippled across his body and then his cock [pulsed hard in my hand and thick thread of come shot from his tip, up over my silky top. I felt the heat instantly and then another and another squirted from each landing equally impressive across my body. He slipped form my grasp and his hand replaced mine in an instant. He tugged hard with a different pace than I was using and he groaned on as more come flew from his cock. He finally let go and my top was soaked, the last shots landed on my cock too. His cock was still huge though it bobbed gently as it softened. He stood up and told me to finish off too if I wanted. I licked my lips looking at this cock glistening in the evening sun. H emus have read my mind because as I got hold of my cock, he moved above me and dipped his cock to mouth. It touched the round of my mouth still, but now it was soft I was able to suck it in and so I did, savouring the taste of his jizz. At that moment, was hand was run with heat as my come shot at first from my cock and then, caught in my stroke, filled my fist and ran down my shaft. Jack kept himself in place over me, his tip still in my mouth and he leant forward again to play with my cock. This time went for my base and he rubbed at the come there, slowly but surely teasing his finger down my crack with it. In the open air though it soon turned sticky and stopped his playing. “Maybe later,” he said calmly. He shifted from me and as he stood I could not help but notice that he stood proud once more. He saw me looking and wrapped his hand around it, grinning at me. I felt excitement in me again although my cock contradicted that, lying soft as it did. “Are you in a hurry to get on?” Jack asked. “Oh no,” I replied truthfully, though that did not matter, had I been busy I would have soon changed plans! “Oh good,” he said peeling off his tee shirt, “Let’s have a dip shall we?” and he turned and walked down the steps into the water.