Laura made a noise between a gasp and a yell but it only served to fuel Keith’s lust. Hooking fingers into the waistline of her panties he gently slid them off her hips. Laura did most of the talking, a fast nervous chatter, somewhat unlike her. She stood gasping, a dark stain on the navy material of her silky thong. Dusk found Keith in the little workshop above his garage putting the final touches on a garden swing he was assembling. Keith looked into her fluid green eyes for a moment and leaned in to kiss her deeply. But sex was not forth coming. He pushed her down on the swing, his hands caressing her chest as he chased beads of sweat down her flat stomach. Spreading her legs with his foot he bent her over the swing and buried his shaft in her pussy in one fluid motion. Kevin wasn’t listening; the afternoon sun was right behind her, the golden light making the highlights of her blond hair shimmer.
