Lost & Naked

Tommy stepped onto the patio for a smoke and almost dropped it. A girl stood in the dew-soaked grass, bare-ass naked, looking lost. Dark hair stuck to her shoulders, and she didn't cover a thing. "Hey, uh... you okay out there?" he called. She turned. No panic, no screech. Just a small shrug and a half-smile like she'd wandered onto the wrong set. Tommy coughed, flicked the cigarette away, and grabbed the towel off the lounge chair. He held it out. She stepped closer, breasts swaying with each step, nipples tight from the morning chill. He wrapped the cloth around her shoulders. Fingers brushed skin—hers warm despite the cool air, his suddenly clumsy. She didn't back off. The towel slipped, caught on one hip, exposing a smooth strip of stomach and the soft rise beneath. He felt himself twitch in his sweats. "Name's Tommy," he managed. "Alexia," she answered, voice low. The towel fell the rest of the way. She didn't retrieve it. Next thing he knew she'd dropped to her knees on the damp boards, tugging his waistband down. His cock sprang free, already half-hard. She took him in one smooth motion, lips stretching around the head, tongue flattening underneath. A quick suck, a wet pop, then she swallowed him deeper. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. Tommy's hand found the back of her head. He thrust once, twice, the sounds filthy in the quiet yard. Alexia moaned around him, fingers digging into his thighs, taking him until her nose pressed his stomach. Somewhere a neighbor's dog barked. Tommy laughed, breath hitching. "Jesus, you're gonna get us arrested." She just hummed, throat vibrating, eyes glassy with tears but gleaming with something playful. He hauled her up, spun her, bent her over the railing. She arched, ass presented, pussy already slick enough that it glistened. One shove and he buried himself. She clenched, a sharp gasp leaving her as he started a steady rhythm—skin slapping, the railing creaking, her moans getting louder with every thrust. He reached around, rubbed her clit in tight circles until she shook. She came first, legs buckling, inner walls fluttering around him. That tipped Tommy over; he pulled out at the last second, stroking once before painting white stripes across her lower back and the curve of her ass. They stayed like that a moment, breathing hard. Alexia looked over her shoulder, smirking. "Still think I wandered in by accident?" Tommy wiped sweat from his brow and grinned back. "Lady, you can trespass any time."