It was a warm summer evening. I was kneeling in the vegetable garden, working away. It felt wonderful to be outside in the late summer sun. I closed my eyes and drifted off, lost in thoughts of nature. Suddenly, I heard someone call out: “Hey Max!” I turned around, not expecting anyone, but saw someone approaching on a bike. It was Julia. She was wearing her cycling outfit, which left little to the imagination. Sophie was a colleague, about ten years younger, athletic, and incredibly slim. Small breasts, but a fantastic ass. I’d fantasized about her sometimes, but nothing had ever happened.
“Hey Sophie,” I said, surprised. She got off her bike, took off her helmet, revealing her dark blonde hair tied up in a bun. She walked toward me, and I stood up. We hugged, and as we did, I caught the sweet scent of her sweat. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Just checking in on you,” she said with a smile. I looked her up and down, letting my thoughts wander. In those clothes, her ass looked even better than in tight jeans, and the snug fabric of her shorts outlined the contours of her vulva. I knelt back down, and Sophie sat beside me. She unzipped her top just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the edge of her small breasts. I got goosebumps but quickly turned my attention back to the garden.
“Wanna help?” I asked, and before I knew it, she leaned forward. Our heads bumped, and we burst out laughing. I planted a kiss on her forehead and said, “Sorry, Sophie, that was clumsy.” She looked at me with her green eyes, the kind I’d gotten lost in before, and I saw a spark—something different. “It’s fine, sweet Max,” she said. Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
I grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her back. “No, Sophie, we shouldn’t. We’re colleagues.” “So what? Not right now, are we?” she replied, unzipping her top completely. I saw her toned stomach and two perfectly round breasts, just a handful each. At work, I’d often wondered about her cup size—probably a small B. I’ve never been much for breasts, but asses? Sophie’s was incredible. “Looking good, Sophie,” I said with a grin, eyeing her half-naked torso. “Like what you see, Max?” she said, a sultry glint in her eyes. When she smiled, a small dimple appeared on her cheeks. I didn’t need to think twice. Before I knew it, I leaned toward her breasts, gently taking a small, round nipple into my mouth, nibbling softly and circling it with my tongue. “Aaah,” Sophie moaned. I moved from her breast to her lips, kissing her deeply. Our tongues met, and we wrapped our arms around each other. For a moment, it was just us in the world.
During that kiss, my cock grew harder and wetter, and Sophie must have felt it. Before I could process it, her hand was between my legs, gently squeezing. I slid my hand into her shorts, feeling her ass—slightly damp with sweat but perfectly round. “Nice ass,” I said with a smile. I was definitely curious for more, but not out here in the open. “Come on, Sophie, let’s find a spot where no one can see us.” She stood up, zipped her top, and we walked toward the edge of the forest.
Along the way, we squeezed each other’s hands and exchanged heated glances. At the forest, we found a secluded spot. I stepped toward Sophie and kissed her deeply. While we made out, she unzipped her top and let her shorts drop. “Do you want to fuck me, Max?” she asked when we paused. “Hell yes, Sophie.” My soaking cock stood straight up as she pulled my pants down.
She knelt before me, naked, and took my dick in her hands, sliding it deep into her mouth. Those gorgeous green eyes looked up at me as I placed my hands on her head, moving with the rhythm of her sucking. She stopped and stood up. I could now fully admire her body—damn, she was hot. A shaved pussy, a toned stomach, small breasts, dark blonde hair, and those stunning green eyes. She turned around, leaned against a tree with her arms, and pushed her perfect ass back. I got the hint and stepped behind her. I guided my cock to her tight, glistening lips, teasing her a few times before sliding in effortlessly. “Oh, Max,” she moaned. She pushed her ass back further, and I grabbed her waist with one hand, her breast with the other, gently massaging it as I moved inside her.
“I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” Sophie said between gasps. “Me too,” I replied. I’d spent nights jerking off to her photos, fantasizing. “And now I’m finally enjoying you. I’m so close, Max.” I thrust a few more times, and she came, squirting. She stood up, and my cock slipped out. She turned around and knelt again.
Sophie took my dick in her mouth, and it didn’t take long before I filled her throat with my warm cum. As I came, she nibbled gently on the tip and swirled her tongue, making the orgasm even more intense.
“Thank you, sweet Sophie,” I said as we got dressed. Her tight cycling outfit clung to her sticky body. Once her shorts were on, I could see the outline of her pussy through the fabric. “Thank you, Max. Let’s do this again soon.” We shared one last kiss, and Sophie hopped on her bike. She pushed her perfect ass back as she rode off, and I watched her disappear. What a night, I thought, grinning as I walked home.
