Keith was jittery the whole morning, jumping at the slightest sound outside the house. He paced the rooms, moving from kitchen to living room to study and finally I sent him outside to trim the hedges.

He groaned but went obediently. I could see him from the kitchen table where I was nursing a strong cup of coffee with the Sunday papers. Keith was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and his snug Sunday shorts and he looked good from where I was sitting. His exposed arms were muscled and toned from swimming and tennis; his legs were long and well-shaped and supported a cute butt, which was pointed in my direction at the moment as he bent over to trim the hedge. I remembered how it had looked last night after the spanking I had given him, and decided I would have to check him out thoroughly later in the day.

I saw Keith straighten up and stand stiffly, as Danny’s car drove into our driveway. Danny walked slowly over and stopped in front of Keith. He began to speak, and I could see his eyes darting everywhere. I could not hear what was said beyond a murmur of noises, but I could see quite clearly their faces and reactions. Keith nodded a few times, not really saying anything. A moment of awkward silence, during which I held my breath, watching intently. Then Danny held out a hand. For a moment, I thought Keith would not take it. Then I sighed with relief as he held out his own hand shook Danny’s.

A few more exchanges were made, both young men smiled a trifle awkwardly, then Danny turned and went back into his car. We both watched Danny’s car reverse and drive off, then Keith looked straight into the house and held my gaze. I smiled at him, and nodded slightly, showing my approval. He shrugged, then turned back to finish trimming the hedges.

‘Hi,’ Keith said as he came to the study where I was working on my computer. He leaned his shoulders against the door frame, striking a handsome post.

I looked up. ‘Hi. Did it go ok?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, you saw us.’

‘C’mere.’ I pushed back my chair to pull Keith down to my lap, his back against my chest. He gingerly sat down and I kissed his neck. ‘Thank you. I’m proud of you.’

Keith dipped his head, flushing a little. ‘You hungry?’ he asked.

‘Yeah,’ I said into his ear.

‘Shall I fix us some sandwiches?’

My hand tightened around him to prevent him getting up. ‘No,’ I murmured as I nibbled his ear.
He giggled a little. ‘Thought you said you were hungry?’

‘Oh yes, very hungry indeed.’ My hand slid further down his front and fumbled with his shorts. ‘How’s the butt?’ I asked softly.

‘Still sore!’ he growled.

‘Let me see!’

I pushed him off my lap. He laughed a little as I bent him over the desk in front of us and pulled his shorts down.

‘Hey!’ he protested playfully.

‘Let me look. Hands on the desk. I am going to check you out … thoroughly!’ I said as I ran my hands over his bottom, which was slightly pink in only a few places. My fingers traced the line of his crack and he wriggled and gasped. Keith was rather ticklish and I knew all the right spots.
I kneaded the firm cheeks slowly, feeling him relax. I heard Keith sigh and groan as I spread him open and teased him some more. One hand reached round to his front and started to stroke.

‘Still sore, Keith?’ I asked in a low voice.

He leaned his head down onto his hands, raising his butt. ‘Yes,’ he breathed.
‘Too sore for me?’

‘Never too sore for you, Dusty,’ he panted.

‘Thought so.’ I kissed him on his right cheek as I pulled the lube out from a drawer.

Standing up, I quickly got rid of my own pants and then leaned over Keith, my body covering his, meshed together while my arms held him tightly to me. He grunted a little.

‘You ok, darling?’ I asked.

‘’Yes.’ It was barely a whisper.

We stayed still for a long while, just enjoying the sense and touch of bare skin and the growing heat and mounting want. I was in a wonderful place in my life with Keith and I closed my eyes for a moment to savor the thought. I had never known such togetherness; never suspected how special it could be. I thought about all the insecurities we had had about one another during the past couple of years, and marveled that we had come this far.

I began to move slowly against him, feeling a tenderness well up in me as I watched my lover arch his back and rise to meet my thrusts. He craned his neck so that our eyes could meet and I leaned over to claim his waiting mouth.

Then we let the passion take over and simply gave ourselves up to the rhythm of our love.


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