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I thought I heard his voice. It seemed to come to me on the whispers of the hot summer sun. I stopped, and turned my head, hoping to catch the faint sound of it yet again. But no, I heard nothing.
I lay back in my lounger. I was alone, waiting, wondering. The times in between sometimes seem so much longer, than they had before. Perhaps it is the getting to know each other better, and realizing more each time what we are missing when we are apart. Sometimes I want to tie a rope around time and stop it while he is here. And it passes so quickly, almost at the speed of light. And then comes the time in between, yet again, and that is where my rope ended up. It drags interminably.
I was enjoying the privacy that was now afforded by my new deck and 6 foot privacy fence. There were times when I had the intense desire to be positively wicked in my backyard now. But it just isn't as much fun, you know, being wicked as 'one' as it is being a wicked, and naughty twosome. The sun was very hot today. I had decided to come out and wait for him to arrive, and enjoy the sun, while we still had some summer sun left. I knew it wouldn't be long now, and the heat of the sun would be cooling rapidly, the sky would be a cooler blue, and grayer, as was typical of Indiana weather. But today, I had luscious sunshine, and white fluffy clouds to keep me company.
I had turned over onto my tummy, and released the clasp at the back of my bikini top. The sides had fallen forward, and I could feel the sun heating up my pale skin, which was oh-so-slow to tan, and burnt so very easily. I loved lying in the sunshine. Sometimes I feel like I must have been a gecko in a previously lifetime, just lazing my days away in the sunshine. What could be sweeter?
I lie in the sun for the longest time. I could feel the heat seeping into my bones, my joints, my very marrow. I could feel my body temperature rising, and not just due to the external air temperature that surrounded me. I couldn't keep my thoughts from straying to wonderfully, fantastic and sensual thoughts about you. I can't help but remember the way it feels when your fingers stroke slowly over my skin. Your skin on your fingers is just a tiny bit rough, you know, so that when you stroke the skin behind my knees, your touch is so much more exciting and stimulating. It is as if you can elicit the most extraordinarily sexual feelings from my skin, and nerve endings. I wonder if it is emotion, or do you have an electric cattle prod hidden somewhere?
Just remembering how sensual it feels, having your hands touching my body, stroking my skin, caresses my breasts, my thighs… It makes me want you more than ever. I can close my eyes and imagine that you are with me right now. I can feel your body heat as you seat yourself on the lounger next to me. Your hands are warm, a little rough in texture as usual, but I do so love the way that little bit of rough skin can make my skin sing. You can play me like a symphony orchestra. Your hands stroke the strings of my body, and I moan and groan in my passionate response, singing a love song back to you.
You touch my shoulder first. You knead the skin there, feeling the muscles tensing at first, then relaxing to your clever hands. Slowly, you work your way down, over my back, until your reach the base of my spine. You ease back up, this time your hands move to the sides of my body. You move my arms out of the way, and your fingers touch the sides of my breasts. I start to raise up, but you gently tell me no… and continue to tease the sensitive flesh of my breasts. Finally, I raise up, and your hands move that last little bit needed, and my breasts fill your eager, questing hands. I gasp, and moan. You shush me… reminding me that even though the neighbors can't see, they can hear. I bite my lower lip, to keep my sexual cries a secret from the world. But it is so hard, to not shout my feelings to the world.
Finally, you tell me turn over. I do so, slowly, my top falling away completely. I expose my white breasts, with their very eager, peaked pink nipples to the sun. You quickly cover them with your hands. Instantly, you begin squeezing my round, sensitive tits, and they plump up even firmer for your loving touch. You laugh, and say that by doing this, you are being my sunscreen. I smile as you continue to lavish your attention on my breasts, and I ask 'what SPF do you provide?'
You say, with a smile and a laugh, 'just enough to keep you hot, but not burning.'
I long to kiss you. Your kisses make me so hot. Our lips meeting, opening, and tongues caressing lightly, testing. And when your mouth leaves mine, I love it when you move down and kiss my breasts. You suckle me, as if seeking sustenance. I can feel your suck into my womb sometimes, so deeply can you pull and tug. Not just at my flesh, but the pulling and tugging occurs on my soul also. That is what makes me miss you so.
I am so hot, here alone. I can hardly stand it. I wish you were here! Why can't time pass any faster when you are not here, and slower when you are here?
I grab my top and towel, as I push myself up off the lounger. The sun is still so hot. What a hot day this is! I wander over to our other new addition to the family… the hot tub. You like it hot, I like it cool. I adjust the water, cooling it off with some additional colder water. I set the jets to whirling and swirling the water. Hmm, I love the swirling, bubbling water. The bubbles do feel so delicious, to certain parts of my body.
I give a quick glance around, even though no one can see in. I see the cat sitting at the picture window that leads onto the patio. She gives me a forlorn look, but I still don't let her out. After all, she was the cause of my first foray into outdoors nudism. But I do have that privacy fence, I have to remind myself. I hook my thumbs in the bottoms of my suit, and in one quick move, not pausing to think, I take my bikini bottoms off. I nearly run and hop into the tub. I make a good splash with my hurried movements. I ease down into the water. I position my towel to cushion my neck, and lean back and close my eyes.
The air around me is still hot. I am shielded though from the direct sunlight. I scooch down in the water until my breasts are partly concealed. I can feel the jetting water touching me in all the right places. I shiver as the water tickles my nerve endings. I move a bit, and the water jets directly in between my wide spread thighs. I can not stop my hand my stroking down over my breasts, across my stomach, and finally over my smooth, bare pussy. My fingers move and spread the skin of my shaven pussy aside, and… Dear God, I scream a bit as the jetting water skims over my exposed clit. I can't stop the cry that left my lips. I move my hips in rhythmic response to the feelings that coursing water is sending through my body. I begin to touch my clit now with my fingers. How I wish it were your fingers on my pussy, on my clit! Your touch makes me crazy. Your fingers make me go over the top, every time. My wetness is washed away by the streaming, coursing and jetting water. I am seeking the surcease that you bring me, and I can not seem to reach it sometimes, without you, here beside me, with me, inside of me.
Suddenly the water changes. I open my eyes. You are here! Beside me, in the tub. You whisper that you have been watching me from inside the house. I gasp, but you quickly move me in the water, until I am astride your lap. Oh my, I laugh. I can see that you were busy inside the house, watching me wasn't all you were doing. I reach down, and take your rock hard cock in my hands. You shiver at my touch. I lean over and kiss you lightly. Your hand comes up and grabs the curls at the back of neck. You pull me closer for a harder, wetter kiss. I catch your moan of desire with my mouth as I stroke your cock, hand over hand, faster and faster. Your other hand cups and squeezes my breast. And then, you say, no more! In one move, you lift me and impale me with your hard cock. My body though accepts your own instantly, eagerly, wantonly.
Soon, my hips rock to the side, back, forward, matching your movements. I lean back in the water, and float on the jetting water. Your hands quickly cover my breasts, and squeeze me firmly. I can feel my nipples peaking, hardening to your touch. You stop and pull me back up. I can feel you thrusting harder, deeper, more intensely. My head falls forward onto your shoulder as I feel my body climaxing around yours. I can not stop biting your shoulder, and then I feel your body following, and climaxing deep inside of me.
You hold me for the longest time. We are still interlocked together. I don't want to leave you, and you don't want to leave my body. But finally you slide me off your lap. I smile as you help me out of the tub, my legs are still so wobbly from our passion. I whisper 'welcome home.' You kiss me lightly, and say "I'm glad to be home."
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