"Just where do you think you're going?" Said Heather with passion.
"To the bathroom." Said David softly
"No, you're not," Heather said. "Not before you cut this bush"
David closed the front door with a gentle push and slowly strolled over to Heather. David passionately kissed Heather, then he pulled out some hedge cutters.
"No, no," Heather said erotically "take off that shirt, and use these." She pulls out a pair of scissors from her tool bag. David pulls his shirt over his head slowly, while Heather stares and bites her lip. He takes the scissors off her.
"With pleasure, Mrs. Neves" he winks. He casually strolls over to the bush and begins to cut it.
"I'm going to get us a drink, I'll be back in a sec." Said Heather, she wonders into the kitchen and pours some lemonade into a jug. She grabs two cups and strolls back outside. 'Where is he?' She thinks, she puts the lemonade on the doorstep and walks forward a few steps.
"Where is he?" She whispers. Suddenly, David hugs Heather from behind, he slowly moves his hands from her hips to her breasts and grabs them, Heather moans. She moves her hands behind her back and runs her hands down Davids chest and grabs his erection. Heather feels Davids smile on her neck as he kisses it.
"Maybe we should take this inside." He breathes on her neck. He slaps her arse and grasps her hand. He runs through the house towards the bedroom, dragging Heather with him.
"Bathroom. Now." He growls. Heather walks into the bathroom and David follows. She stops and he slowly lifts her top over her head and it drops to the floor. He unhooks her bra and the straps fall down her shoulders and along her arms and it falls to the floor.
"Turn around." He breathes on the back of her neck. Slowly, Heather turns and sees David on his knees, he unbuttons her jeans and uunzips them, he pulls them off her and kisses her thighs, she bites her lip. He stands and unbuttons his jeans, and they hang from his hips. He walks over to the shower and opens the doors.
"Get in." He says impatiently. Heather gets in. David unzips his jeans and they fall to the floor, he pulls down his boxers to reveal his erected ion. David steps into the shower.
"We better get these off." David says while tugging Heathers panties, he rips them off and chucks them onto the bathroom floor. David closes the doors and turns the shower on.
"Pass me the shampoo." Demands David, Heather reaches over and grabs the shampoo, David smacks her arse, she passes him the shampoo and he puts it into his hands and starts to massage it into her hair and scalp. He slowly works down her neck and over her collar bones, then massages her breasts. He then slowly moves down her hips and her outer thighs, moving down then back up her inner thighs. He stops. He pins her against the wall and tenderly kisses her collar bones, she wraps her legs around his waist. He positions the head of his erection at the entrance of her pussy, he slams into her.
"Ohhh!" She cries, he slowly eases back and slams into her again. She moans. He repeatedly slams into her while fondling her breast with one hand, and supporting her with the other. Her body convulses around him, she comes, loudly calling out his name. David follows after another thrust.
"Fuck, Heather, I love you." David says with exhaustion, then Heather collapses on him, he carries her to the bedroom and goes back into the bathroom, turns the shower off, and comes back in with two towels.
"Here," he says, "dry yourself" and they begin to dry themselves.