August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over

Backyard Sunbathing


[This is a work of erotic fiction and is meant for mature readers only.]

Ellen was startled after she opened the sliding glass door and and saw Greg, naked, sitting on the couch. Completely naked, not even boxer shorts. His arms were spread to the sides and resting across the top of the couch. Just a naked guy hanging out on the sofa.

A small laugh leapt out of her mouth. A smile spread across her face as she said, “Wow… I was not expecting this.”

Greg was very pleased at her reaction. “I like to surprise you.”

As Ellen closed the sliding glass door to their backyard, a thought came to her, and she voiced it with a frown: “Wait. Were you watching porn?”

The question surprised him. “What? No. No, I wasn’t. I swear. I was watching you.”

Which surprised her, and her frown deepened. “Watching me? In the backyard?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Because it’s creepy, that’s why. Are you a Peeping Tom now?”

“Why is it creepy that I was watching my own wife?”

“Because it’s weird. I didn’t know you were doing it.”

He stood and walked to her, his semi-hard cock swaying. His eyes traveled from her knees up her body, the appreciation obvious. He stopped close to her, his face gentle, as he said, “Honey, you looked so good out there. It didn’t feel creepy at all. I loved watching you. You look so hot in your bikini.” He looked down at her swimsuit-covered breasts.

Ellen sighed, and her frown eased a bit. “I don’t know. It’s just… you’ve never done that before. Watched me without me knowing it.”

Greg’s head lifted as he returned to make eye contact with her. “Not true. I’ve watched you sleeping before. I’ve told you that. You look so lovely, so beautiful, when you’re sleeping.” His palm touched her cheek lightly. “I love watching you, honey.”

“But sleeping is different. We’re together. We’re in the privacy of our bedroom. It’s not like now. Not like when I’m out there in the open, alone.”

“Thank goodness for our tall bushes, though. The neighbors would’ve loved to see this.” His eyes traveled down her body, appreciating her again, then back up to her face. “Do you like being watched a little bit?”

“What? No.”

“Not even a small part of you likes it?” His hand slid from her cheek, down her neck, to the bright yellow string of the bikini top. His thumb and forefinger pinched the yellow string. They slid down it, like a fireman sliding down a pole. His pinching finger and thumb were stopped by the triangle of the bikini that covered her breast.

His hand’s trip down the bikini string had distracted her from quickly answering his question. That, and she wondered if maybe a small part of her did enjoy being watched. Then she found her voice: “No. Not even a small part. I like being watched when I know it’s happening. Like when I’m stripping for you. But not when I don’t know it’s happening.”

“Not even when it’s your own husband?” His fingertips went down the bikini triangle covering her breast in a slow glide. Both of them watched his fingers glide on the striped fabric.

She waited until his fingertips reached the bottom swell, then said, “That is better, yeah. But it’s still kinda creepy.”

“I’m sorry.” His hand left her breast and lightly touched her chin to raise up her head. He kissed her, just a light touch of his lips on hers. “I’m sorry for doing that. I won’t do it again. I’ll tell you next time before I do it.”

Ellen frowned as she thought that over.

“Because I hope there will be a next time. I love that you sunbathe in the backyard. Out there on your blanket on the grass. Out there in your bikini. Your beautiful bikini.” He kissed her again, longer this time, pressing a little harder on her lips.

“You like this one, huh?”

“Sure do. I love all your bikinis.”

“I only have three.”

“So? I love all of them. I love looking at you in them. I love imagining touching you. I love imagining how warm your skin would feel. All warmed up by the sun.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, looking more relaxed. “I like that. That’s much better.”

“Good. Because it’s true. I want to feel your skin now.” He kissed her another time, another long kiss.

Afterward, he walked around her. She felt his fingers tug at the end of the string that was tied at the back of her neck. Felt the knot pop loose. Saw the bright yellow strings rise off her collarbones as he lifted the strings. They fell. The triangles of her bikini top rolled over, like flower petals unfolding. The pale skin of the top of her breasts contrasted with the tanned skin above them. Ellen felt his fingers tug at the end of the string that was tied at the middle of her back. Felt this second knot pop loose. Saw the bikini top fall to the tan carpet. More of the pale skin of her breasts could now be seen, along with her hard nipples. She inhaled a long breath. Goosebumps raised on her flesh.

His fingers arrived at her right hip. Tugging at the string there. Undoing the knot. Her bikini bottoms slackened. She spread her legs open a little wider. His fingers undid the final knot at her left hip, and the deed was done. Undressing was complete. She matched him in nakedness.

She expected him to walk around her and stand in front of her again, so he could leap on her breasts with his hands and mouth. His usual stop after kissing her. Sometimes, he stopped at her neck and nuzzled it, but mostly he went right for her boobs.

Instead, he surprised her by wrapping his arms around her. Hugged her from behind. His forearms pressed against her breasts. His strong, tanned arms covered her pale breasts. His cock slid between her butt cheeks. His chest against her back. His lips lightly touched her ear. A sudden arrival of touch in various places. She shivered at the sudden arrivals of him touching her.

“Nice and warm,” Greg whispered, his breath warm on her ear. “Just as I thought. I imagined doing this as I watched you. I imagined feeling your soft, warm skin. I imagined holding your beautiful tits.” His forearms slid, rubbing against her nipples as they did so. His hands cupped her breasts. “Fuck, I love these.”

She shivered again. From his words tickling her ear, and from his big hands clutching her breasts.

He said, “And I imagined tucking my cock between your cheeks. Nestled right in there. You keeping me nice and warm.”

Ellen wiggled her ass a little, enjoying the warmth of him in return. The warm hardness of him nestled right in there. Just as he had said. It was warm, hard proof of his ache for her. A warm, hard promise of the fucking that was to come.

He said, “You asked me if I watched porn. Why should I do that when I could watch you laying there in your hot bikini with the stripes on it? I touched myself as I watched you. I stroked myself.”

Her breath caught. “Oh God,” she whispered. She visualized the scene from inside their bedroom. As if she were standing behind him. Standing behind him as he looked out of their bedroom window and stared at her sunbathing in the backyard. As he peeped on her and caressed himself. Caressed that cock that was now wonderfully hard and warm between her buns. She found this vision incredibly sexy. A little creepiness remained there, and she found that bit of discomfort titillating. It heightened her reaction to the scene playing out in her mind.

“And I love,” his voice was warm tickles on her ear, “smelling you. Coconut from the suntan oil. Your sweat. Fuck, it’s so hot. Your warm skin. Shiny from the oil and your sweat. So fucking hot.”

More goosebumps on her, more shivering. Ellen gasped, then watched as his left hand released her breast and slid down her stomach, fingers hooking and touching her pussy. So fucking hot, as he had said. His fingers felt wonderful. Another sensation joined in the crowd of sensations. His lips on her ear, his cock in her buns, his fingers toying with her nipple. All of his fingers were quite busy. Busy making her feel wonderful.

“Next time,” he said, “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you before I watch you sunbathing out there. And then you’ll know. You’ll be out there, laying on your blanket on the grass. And you’ll know I’m up in our bedroom watching you and stroking myself.”

Again, the scene played in her mind’s eye. She moaned. Her body went a little more slack against him. He was right there, holding her strongly in his arms. He would never let her fall.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “You like thinking about sunbathing and knowing I’m stroking myself because of you.”

“Yes,” she said. Her voice was soft, as in a confession that she was reluctant to release.

“Yes, what?” he asked.

“Yes, I like that,” she said, her voice still soft. His fingers made it difficult to think.

“Does that turn you on?”


“Yes, what?”

“Yes, that turns me on.”

“Good. Does this turn you on? Me masturbating you from behind you, like you’re doing it to yourself?”

“Yes.” Her voice still soft.

“Does my cock in your ass turn you on?”

“Yes.” Her body slackened more, and his strong arms clenched to support her. The clench of his muscles turned her on even more.

“Good,” he said. “Because I want to fuck you so fucking bad.”

That did it. Destroyed her resolve to try to keep standing. She softened, limp against him. His muscles clenched again. His fingers a flurry on her clitoris and nipples. His breath warm on her ear, entering her ear like a magic spell. His warm chest on her back. The power of his cock between her cheeks. Not fucking her ass, but a hardness held there with her buns. A wisp of a thought as she told herself that she didn’t want that right now, didn’t want him actually inside her ass, that she wanted him to fuck her pussy. Fuck her pussy in one of those relentless poundings that he was capable of.

Her orgasm rushed through her. A rush, a bolt, a shock. Her limp muscles tensed as they regained their strength. She cried out, her voice also finding its strength after being soft during his questioning. Her new-found strength surprised her, wonderful that it was there all along and waiting to arise. Ecstasy played with her strength, coursing all through her and up to her head. A gorgeous sensation to blend with all the others.

She felt flushed and warmed from the orgasm. Newly warmed, like the sunshine warming her as she had bathed in it on the grass of their backyard. This time, she was the sun, warming herself. She smiled, beamed, happiness tingling in her.

“You want to fuck me so fucking bad?” she asked.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he said.

Which made her tingle even more. “Not yet,” she said. “I’m not done feeling this. Let’s stay like this a little longer. I don’t want to leave this yet. Your arms. Your cock. It’s all too fucking good.”

“Mmm.” His lips now against her neck, just below her ear. “Glad to hear that.”

“And you’ll be glad to hear this. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to pound me. I want you to keep going, over and over and over, and pound the fuck out of me.”

She felt him tremble. The effect of her words on him warmed her more. She felt his lips smile against her neck. Felt those lips open. Felt his breath as he said, “I will. And I will love doing it.”



Author: augustmacgregor

I'm a writer of erotica and romantic fiction.

18 thoughts on “Backyard Sunbathing

  1. Now throw her down on that chaise lounge and do what she’s asked. Geez! Such a tease. Enjoyed this one, Gus. He sounds perfect.

    Enjoy your writing time. I have a feeling you’ve put yourself in the right frame of mind. πŸ™‚

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  2. Hot as a scorching summer’s day and a million times more thrilling. I love the exploration of her comfort zones, culminating in delight. Another brilliant work, my friend!


  3. a nice read! πŸ™‚


  4. Wonderfully written and captured in words and emotions, great work! πŸ™‚ Now, it’s time for me to find some relief…where is a man when you need them? πŸ™‚


  5. Very nice August. I should have been here a long time ago.


  6. Nice, very erotic and well done.

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