Italian lemon grove

The lemon grooves overlooked the lake; it was peaceful all by a small boat chugging on the water. The sun was rising to our right over the hills, and we were feeling quite smug.

The trip was to introduce a potential buyer to an old property. The house needed to much work for the buyer yet it had given him an insight into possibilities. He was keen on 2 things, another property we had listed and after a brief purposeful open button incident, a face full of Vicky's cleavage. As was her want, a grey business suit with a silver fleck, a pressed white shirt with 2 or 3 buttons undone (4 on this occasion), no bra and stockings. Pink lipstick became scarlet if she took more than one glance south through a meeting and physical touch increased. There was always an uneven step that required her to steady herself on the buyers shoulder and this time a 4th button had released it's pressure (intended of course). With the client called and arranged for the following day we made use of the pool and the views. We had packed swimmers but hadn't used them. With the owner away over the weekend we wouldn't be disturbed.

The evening started in the pool, lots of kissing which is my thing to be fair, and with much exploring with hands we were both very ready. Every so often the pool pump would start up causing ripples and some turbulence. Vicky soon found the jets. She manoeuvred into a perfect position for clitoral stimulation and she loved it! Breasts swaying in the water and an arched back she would almost cum in the 2 minute cycles which the pump seemed to be on. I watched on for several cycles before I dived below the water to ease my mouth over her pussy when the stimulation paused. I could suck her lips into my mouth whilst probing my tongue into her. I came up for air when needed but knew that I would soon be needed for oral duties again. On my 4th drive she let out a loud muffled groan and soon she shook violently. The jets had come on as I was in place, the extra stimulation on her breasts was enough. She convulsed for more than 5 minutes. She needed time to rest, to allow me to touch her again without her starting off again. It was amazing to see.

Moving to another jet she was able to be higher in the water and with me sat in the poolside she was taking me deep into her throat. She felt amazing, occasionally gagging slightly, swallowing saliva and pre-cum whilst cupping my balls. She slipped a finger just into my arse, then a little deeper as I relaxed a little water is not a good lube but .... Fuck this was good! Soon we were out of the pool, 69 position and her throat taking me whilst a finger was definitely massaging my prostate. I tried relaxing to last longer, this helped but only for a short time. I could feel that this was different my load was going to be bigger. She gagged hard as I began to follow cum from my cock and as she moved back I shot into her face and breasts, she was covered as was I. Gathering breath she straddled me and finished what I had left. "That was intense! I've never experienced that before." My naivety showed.

We showered, dressed and we were heading to lock up and go to the hotel. I stopped her. "What's that?" I was pointing to the lemon grove below the pool. She couldn't see anything so I showed her. She took my hand as I helped her down the steps. "What?" She asked. I pointed out over the water, "The sheer beauty of you in this glorious place." I held her from behind and kissed the nape of her neck. We layed back and waited for the sun to start to rise.The hotel was our next stop. I was drained but in love/lust or both.

I called our buyer the following morning and arranged to visit another property. He told me how lucky I was to be working with Vicky. He clearly didn't know that it was more than work. He enquired if she was married. "No but I hear that she's an animal in bed. She had an interesting past too." I let that just hang in the air.

We drove him to the property in a sporty little number, me in the back like a naughty child and Vicky needing to wiggle her skirt up to be comfortable driving next to him. Stockings showing, buttons low, scarlet lipstick and a huge smile from both. I could only hear some of what was being discussed. I did hear that I should forward the vicarage website to guys personal email address, I agreed immediately.

Over a light lunch he spoke with me when Vicky had made a 15 break away to do something/nothing. "Let me get this right, she sells herself too?", "I would suggest that is phrased as additional services. The details are in your email, as you've seen. Should I arrange something or is she beyond your price?" He looked sideways to meet my eyes. "I'm only in town tonight before flying back to London." I suggested that I confirm availability and call him at the earliest opportunity.

The money was paid and the evening arranged.

Vicky was always horny after meeting a client of the vicarage. Tonight was no exception. I was told no details but as I tied her to the bed with both arms and legs bound with soft red rope, she asked if there was a staff member who would join us. I blindfolded her, dressed to try to hide my erection and went looking.

The instruction to him, a young Italian stud from the kitchen staff was simple. Open the door, only say hello and do as you wish. You have 30 minutes.

At 35 minutes I reentered the room, she was still restrained and blindfolded. She smelt used. "Happy?" She nodded as I became the 3rd of the evening. She was relaxed, loose and wet. I didn't take long, unfortunately.