Campbell's breathing quickened as leather straps tightened gently around his wrists and ankles, softly binding him to the warm earth.
Rae smiled down at him encouragingly. He hoped the sight of his nakedness was as exciting to her as hers was to him. Her lush teardrop breasts hung tantalizingly just out of reach of his mouth as she checked to ensure the leather looped around him was properly attached to the metal stakes she had anchored into the ground. Evidently it was. Her half-smile of satisfaction, Campbell thought, should be studied by actresses before love scenes.
Then she leaned in, and his world became her smell of flowers and the softness of her hair on his neck. Her hot, full lips pressed against his own. He closed his eyes as the kiss deepened, almost but not quite opening them in surprise as cool fingers began to stroke his neck and shoulders. She pulled away to breathe, and he opened his eyes then, admiring the flush spread along her collarbones.
She leaned in again, kissing the curve of his neck just above his shoulder, then bit down slightly, the pressure just right, just short of pain. He gasped, and she smiled again. He arched his hips as she trailed her fingers down them, her soft, cool hands teasing the heat of his flesh.
Then her fingers curled around him, slowly, one by one. Slick with warm oil, her hand stroked him firmly, with a gentle squeeze whenever she reached the head. Despite his age, he stiffened quickly, panting as he began to sweat.
Rae was using both hands now, steadily pistoning his impressive length. He thrust into her hand, eager for friction.
Her generous breasts heaved up and down with each motion of her arms. Her biceps stood out tautly.
He closed his eyes as he felt himself building up, then groaned with an ecstatic release of heat and pressure.
It was some time before he came back to awareness, to Rae smiling down at him as she stroked his sweat-slick brow. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," she cooed. "Now it's my turn."