He sits next to her, barely touching, but their proximity is electrified by desire and the knowledge of how good they are together. She is afraid to let him touch her - knowing that the boundaries would be crossed again and much more difficult to set back in concrete but she wants him so much...

"Let me lick your pussy" he whispers hoarsely in here ear

Her resolve begins to weaken as she remembers how hot he would feel between her legs and how much she wants him how she wants his hands all over her body, inside her and part of her.

She throws caution to the wind and they move into the refuge of the alcove

He tears at her underwear and sits her on the marble bench, her legs wrapped unashamedly around his head. He teases the flesh around her vagina with the warmth of his tongue and she feels her clit begin to throb with anticipation, His tongue begins to flick over her and she can feel every tiny motion he makes. Her back arches as he thrusts harder still and she can feel the waves of orgasm begin to overtake her…

Then she stops,

"What's wrong?" he says
"Nervous" she replies, the voice catches in her throat

They slowly move back to the warmth of the sun chairs but one look into his eyes tells her he does not want to give up yet…

"God, ok - please - lets go back"

They return to the scene of the first tryst and again, he tears at her underwear - even more savagely now as he is determined to make her come. He thrusts his tongue inside her and he feels so warm and so incredible, her clitoris is engorged and she tries to stop the muscles from opening and contracting inside of her

He places his fingers in her cunt and she gasps with the intense pleasure of it all. Then he moves a finger to her ass and she is consumed by him, his tongue on her, inside her all over her, his fingers inside of her, intensifying her nerves with every stroke, She feels her vagina begin to tighten and the wave of elation take over her complete body like a force of nature she has no way of stopping. Then muscle after muscle spasms and her entire being is wrapped up in the experience of her own orgasm.

She slides down from the marble bench, wraps her arms around him and breathes slowly, recollecting herself. She rearranges her attire and they return to the decency of the deck chairs.

That bench will never look the same way again!

And neither will he.