The heat was glorious. I’d been lying there on the sun lounger for about half an hour, and had ditched the bikini completely after the first 10 minutes. There’s something deeply sensual about the sun and a light gentle breeze on bare skin, so my thoughts had turned to my latest lover and what he had done to me, for me, when I saw him last. I guess that’s why I didn’t notice the door to my courtyard opening or the sounds of footsteps. The first time I knew that I’d forgotten to hang up the “do not disturb” sign was when a finger trailed its way from my ankle up to my knee and a voice politely asked “is everything okay here ma’am?” What a shock. I was just about to whip the cap off my face (the lazy girl’s sun visor) and sit bolt upright when I paused... The voice was nice and deep, this was a fantasy coming true, and if I didn’t find him handsome the moment would be ruined... So I didn’t react with shock. I didn’t see who it was.I grinned under my cap, arched my back slowly to push my breasts up, and murmured “everything’s perfect, thank you...” And I let my slightly bent right leg bend more and fall open. If he wanted an invitation, it wasn’t going to get much clearer than that. I’m not sure if he would have been expecting an already excited pussy, swollen and glistening in the morning sun. But hey - what can a woman do? The body does what it does once the mind starts replaying a particularly good fuck... Anyway, where were we? “Ah, I see. Everything is indeed perfect...” and his fingers moved over to the splayed open leg. His fingers caressed the top of my foot, which sent a jolt of pleasure right through me. They trailed up my leg, ever so slowly, and at the top of my inner thigh, touched my pussy ever so lightly. A brush of the back of a finger, then gone. I groaned quietly. This was mean! I felt knees press down on the sun lounger and suddenly both my legs were hoisted up onto his shoulders as his strong arms slipped under my hips and lifted me up to the height where his face would be. He didn’t touch me. He held me still in his strong hands and blew a slow warm breath over me. Bloody hell. That lifting my hips up move alone was so hot I thought I’d gush all over his face. Instead my hands gripped the side of the sun lounger as hard as they could, and as I lifted my hips up, straining towards him, I whispered “please... please...” The magic word did the trick. I felt a warm mouth totally envelope my pussy - this was no stingy attempt, it was one of those generous, slow slow lapping tongue treatments. He was clearly paying attention to my breathing - and when it caught - because he perfectly timed the switch from the teasing lick to a hard urgent clit sucking. Oh. My. God. My mind was away, god knows where - the only things I was conscious of were my hands gripping that bloody sun lounger and the urgency of keeping my hips pushed high up to that sucking, sucking, mouth. It was exquisite. My body made a most inelegant sound as I came noisily in his mouth. And went boneless. Totally boneless. He lowered my hips back down as he slipped off the sun lounger, lent down to have a cheeky quick suck on a nipple, and wished me a pleasant stay as his footsteps took him back to the courtyard door and away. It was another several minutes before I could move at all.