  Together
Author:
Laney Redman & Byron Anderson
The sun beats on my skin as it makes the
sweat bead up again, despite the fact that I just wiped my face.
The heat is relentless & I want nothing
more than to remove my clothes, but feel it inappropriate. As my
clothes get more drenched by my sweat, the material clings to my
breasts and ass-accenting the curve of each. I struggle to push
the lawn mower but my hands just cannot keep a grip on the
handle. It seems that anytime I get a firm hold, the vibrations
of the motor cause me to once again lose my hold. Lucky for me,
I spy a water sprinkler in the next yard. The water sparkles in
the heat as the mechanism sweeps a graceful arc of relief slowly
forward, then back again. Killing the engine on the mower, I
walk hurriedly to the refreshment I have glimpsed. As I step
into the spray my nipples harden from the icy change of
temperature, but I feel my body cool blissfully. As I stand in
the water, I realize that my white shirt and shorts are showing
the perfect circles of my nipples and the triangular patch of
dark hair barely hidden by my shorts.
I walked through the cool house to the
sliding glass door. The afternoon heat radiated from it as I
opened the curtain slightly. The glass of iced tea I held in my
hand nearly fell to the floor as I saw the woman from next-door
standing in my yard. I could see her lawn mower sitting idle,
and she appeared to be letting the sprinkler cool her off. The
water had made her light weigh white clothing almost
transparent, and her body was fabulous.
I stood there in awe, taking in the heavenly sight with my eyes,
but Heaven was not on my mind as I thought about removing her
clothing and laying her on the wet grass.
I hurried and poured her a glass of tea, then rushed to the door
before slowing down and walking across the lawn toward her.
I could see she was startled at my presence, but I smiled and
offered her the refreshment.
My enjoyment of the icy water was short
lived as I heard someone approach me. I was worried that the
homeowner may be angry about my trespass and prepared myself for
a verbal assault. As I turned to apologize, I found myself
speechless. The person approaching me was not only extremely
attractive, but he also carrying two glasses of tea-hopefully
one was mine. He did offer me a glass, which I accepted
gratefully. As my fingers brushed his, I felt a definite jolt of
sexual electricity. Since I could not find words to speak, I
decided to try the drink he offered. The sweet, cold drink was
delicious and I found myself wondering if he had made the tea
himself or if he was involved with some lucky lady. I thanked
him for the drink and apologized for coming into his yard. He
smiled and I noticed how his eyes seemed to twinkle with his
humor. Buying time, I took another drink and let my eyes wander
over his body. Thankfully, he was shirtless and all I could
think of was how much I wanted to see the rest of his body. He
told me that he had not seen anyone play in a sprinkler since he
was a little boy. I am sure I blushed as I replied that I just
could not resist and that I really hoped I had not bothered him.
I don't even know how I managed to speak since the air seemed
charged with sexual tension. Any other time, I would have
hurried back to the safety of my own yard, but I felt like I
could not even move. I was very aware of how see through my
clothes were and I almost wished I had put on a bra and
panties-almost. I felt his eyes on me and my skin seemed to burn
with a new heat wherever they happened to land.
I stood still; my mind searching for words
to speak to strike up a conversation with this goddess
standing before me,
but all I could think of was her beauty.
I caught myself looking at her body, her nipples pressing
against the soaked material, the slight hint of darkness that
led into her shorts and to a place I lusted to explore with my
mouth.
I looked back into her eyes and quickly composed myself. Had she
seen me staring at her, lusting after her like an uncivilized
creature? I swallowed hard, hoping I had not offended her, but I
could see a seductive smile come to her face. Was she actually
accepting my eyes upon her as a compliment rather than an
insult?
I could feel my stomach
churning, unable to compose myself fully. I smiled and started
to introduce myself properly, but I had been so caught up in her
beauty that I had forgotten about
the
sprinkler. I heard it for a brief moment as it made it’s way
back around, but not in time to react before the cold water
splashed against the naked skin of my back. I was startled and I
jumped, then my foot slid on the wet grass. I found myself
falling, and whether it was merely a reaction or a desire, I was
suddenly clinging to this woman and trying to regain my balance
as the water made its way across the yard.
I was embarrassed, but
only for a moment when I found myself pressed against her body,
my arms around her neck, her arms around my waist… my face only
inches from hers, and my lips so close to hers I could almost
feel them pressed against mine.
I stood frozen, looking into her eyes, wanting to kiss her,
needing to let my tongue explore the warmth of her mouth.
Would she accept my advances so quickly? My instinct was to
apologize and step back, but her arms held me tight, not
releasing me even when it was clear I had regained my balance.
Her eyes smiled at me, and I thought for a moment she felt the
same thing as I did. But did she?
I have no idea how long we stood there staring at one another. I
smiled a little and started to move away, but I didn’t. I could
not let her go, but I did not want to scare her away.
I stood there, waiting and wanting her. I held my breath, unsure
what to do, wanting her to give me a signal that she would
welcome my advances, but would she?
He seemed to have trouble speaking, just
as I was. Finally, he started to talk to me, but at that moment
the cold water of the sprinkler ran across him. He grabbed me
and as his skin touched mine, I lost every thought in my mind.
He was clearly trying to regain the balance he had lost but I
thought for just a moment that he would pull me closer. Had I
been wrong in my interpretation of the way his eyes had seemed
to undress me? Admittedly, there was little material covering
me, so maybe he was just turned off by how scantily I was
dressed. Then, when he grabbed me and kind of fell into me, I
felt a flame of desire burn throughout my body. I kept telling
myself he was just trying to not fall, but his beautiful lips
were so damned close to mine. I wanted nothing more than to lean
in and touch those lips with mine. But I was so uncertain about
the reaction I would get. Finally, I told myself that I was in
HIS yard (almost naked), in HIS arms, (about to forget my
manners) and figured that I had nothing more to lose. After all,
modesty went out the window when I hurriedly put on white
clothes it such blistering heat. When I knew he was not going to
fall, I lifted my chin to him and, standing up on my toes, I put
my mouth to his. He wrapped his arms closer around me and pulled
me into a kiss that threatened to consume every ounce of my
being. His tongue touched mine and I felt a heat that defied any
other moment I had ever experienced. Deeper into his kiss I
fell, until I forgot everything else around us. Icy water
splashed us again as the sprinkler passed, but aside from a
momentary chill, I don't think either of us even realized it. I
did feel my nipples harden further against his bare chest but
did not know if it was from the cold water or the intense desire
he brought forth in me. I felt his hands on my body and almost
cried as he touched me in a way I had needed for so very long.
My mind raced as our tongues met, greeting
each other and exploring one another’s mouths. It was if she had
read my mind, and her brazen advances exited me. I had grown
weary of women who would not yield to their desires and feigned
insult at the slightest sexual advance. My lust and desire had
almost faded from the fallacies of romance not being a prelude
to sex.
But this woman did yield to her wanton lust. She did not hide
behind a shield of etiquette or poise. Oh, there was no doubt
she was a lady, in fact,
more of a lady than those prudish women who looked down their
noses at others they felt were beneath them.
Could she somehow read my mind and see that it was a true lady
that allowed herself to give in to passion when it was offered
to her so quickly?
It mattered not at this point. If there were any questions that
remained in her mind later, I would answer them, but now was not
the time for words.
I held her tight, letting her know my passion for her was
obvious as I let the bulge now straining against the denim of my
jeans press against her hips. I continued to press my mouth to
hers as my hands explored her body, running up and down her
back, moving to her sides, then using my left arm to hold her
tight as my right hand moved to her left breast. She gasped,
sucking the air from my mouth as my hand cupped her breast.
She didn’t pull away, so I continued to let my hand squeeze her
soft breast, feeling her feminine flesh through the wet cotton,
working my way slowly to her hard nipple before gently but
firmly pressing it between my thumb and finger.
Another gasp drew my mouth even closer to hers, and her hands
began to move to my waist, her wet flesh burning into mine as
the cool water
rolled down my body.
There was no modesty I cared about as I reached down and pulled
her shirt over her head.
She stood before me, statuesque and elegant, allowing me a
moment to take in her naked beauty as the sun bathed her skin.
If cars passing on the street could see us, I did not care. Her
beauty was only enhanced by the drops of water as the sun
reflected and refracted off of them, making her body sparkle
like a vision only seen in a dream.
No, modesty would not be a consideration, nor would etiquette of
any kind. This was a primal lust that would not be caged by
man-made walls. I
would be hers, and she would be mine on the wet grass beneath
our feet.
I could have stared at her beauty for hours and not be left
wanting for more, but the desire growing inside of me was
evident, and was manifesting itself. I took her in my arms again
and drew her close, my lips pressing hard against hers, her
naked breasts pressing against my bare chest, her magnificent
nipples pushing against my flesh now rather than being denied
the sensation her top had imposed.
I wanted her now, this second, and I could barely hold back as
the water once again bathed our bodies as we shared a kiss that
defied explanation by mere words.
His body responded to my kisses with an
intensity that seemed unreal. I felt that he was tearing my soul
out of my body as his mouth overtook mine in another throaty
kiss. His hands roamed my body and I could feel my inhibitions
vanish in the desperation of his touch. He had long since
removed my shirt and although I was almost naked for the
neighborhood to see, my only thought was of him. I felt his
rough, calloused hands on breasts; his fingers pulling at my
nipples and I wondered if I would explode the second his hands
found the only area on my body still covered by clothing. His
hips ground into mine and I knew that his passion was equal to
mine, his intent as obvious. I briefly wondered if we would just
collapse onto the grass and let our animal urges overtake us.
Luckily, there seemed to be no one home on this lazy weekday. We
appeared to have the world to ourselves, and that was fine with
me. His kisses became more demanding, more powerful and he
sucked my lower lip into his mouth and began to nibble it. I
wanted to curse him as he had found the weakness in my body that
would allow him to do as he pleased while I begged for more.
Abruptly, he pulled away from my mouth and began to lower me to
the wet, cool grass. No bed had ever seemed so soft or welcoming
and my mind raced with anticipation of what could happen. He
stretched out of top of me, letting his weight pin me to the
Earth below. He took my face in his hands and lowered his mouth
to mine-just close enough to flick my lips with his tongue.
Mercilessly teasing me, he increased my desire to the point I
wanted to beg for him to do more. I whimpered as he continued,
my eyes pleaded with him to take me. Finally, after what seemed
like an eternity, his mouth covered mine and I surrendered to
his embrace. He moved his hands back down to my breasts as he
slid off of me. He did not break our kiss and I felt myself
writhing on the ground as he pulled and pinched at my nipples.
When he took one into his mouth, he began to suckle as if I were
life, and he was dying. His intensity almost drove me over the
edge and my mind blurred. There was nothing but him. The water
continued to drench us but I don't think he knew it anymore than
I did.
She offered no resistance as I laid her on
the grass and sucked her nipple deep into my mouth. Her flesh
still tasted salty, the water from the sprinkler not quite
washing away the flavor from her perspiration. The flavor was
intoxicating, and I knew I wanted to taste more of her.
My left hand made its way down her tummy, one finger momentarily
teasing her belly button before continuing its journey to the
waistband of her shorts. I continued to suck one her nipple,
letting my tongue circle the tender areola as I slid my hand
inside of her shorts. She moaned slightly as I stroked the small
patch of hair like it was a tiny kitten, moving my hand ever so
slightly as I let it inch closer to the most private regions of
her body.
I wanted to wait, to linger, to kiss and embrace every inch of
her, but the excitement of being seen by others had taken my
lust to a new height I had never known, and I had to have her
now.
I moved slightly and kissed my way down her smooth tummy,
allowing both of my hands to reach her shorts and pull them over
her hips to her knees. My lips and tongue made their way to her
belly button, teasing it and sliding my tongue in and out of it
as my arms stretched to push her shorts to her ankles.
Her legs moved, pushing her shorts free as my hands slid up her
inner thighs, gently squeezing and caressing the tender flesh as
my tongue continued to toy with the sensitive skin inside the
tiny hole of her belly button. My muscles tightened when I felt
her hands move to the button on my jeans. I knew the bulge
between my legs was obvious, and I groaned with pleasure when
she began rubbing it through the wet denim with one hand, her
other hand releasing the button and working carefully at the
zipper.
I waited, still rubbing and caressing her thighs, just letting
the edge of my fingers brush against the tender lips of her
pussy. I could smell her, the aroma filling my nostrils with the
fragrance of love, but I would wait until she had freed me from
the denim cage that held me captive before I allowed myself to
fully embrace her tenderness.
I was barely aware of his removing the
last part of the clothing that protected my body from his. All I
could think of was his hands on my flesh, leading me deeper into
the seduction he had begun. Or had I started it? At this point I
neither knew nor cared. I just wanted him so badly that I was
not even concerned that I was laying beside him, naked, in his
front yard. Desperate with lust, I began to fumble with his
jeans, trying to get to the part of him that I could feel
beneath the denim. It seemed that he would burst through the
material if I did not move fast enough. I wanted so badly to
feel him, to taste him, to have him fill me completely. It
seemed an eternity but I managed to unfasten his jeans and I
pulled them down quickly. His cock was not only huge, but seemed
to pulse with a life of its own. For a moment I worried that I
would not be able to take him into me easily, but I honestly I
did not care of he tore me to shreds-I had to have him inside
me. I reached towards him and felt his heat sear at my skin. As
I stroked his cock, he let out a growl in his eagerness. I moved
my hand slowly, yet deliberately back and forth, pulling him
towards me, needing him like I have never needed anything
before. We were lost in our own world of sensual desire and
while I knew the sprinkler was on, I could not even feel the
water that surely covered us. My back arched under his touch as
he slid his hand to my knees and opened my legs. Moving it back
up my inner thigh, I moaned in frustration because I craved his
touch. His fingers brushed against my lips and I held my breath
as I felt them slide into the folds of skin that were getting
wetter and more needful by the second. He effortlessly entered
me with his fingers as I cried out in relief. I pulled at his
cock harder and with more intent, wanting him to overtake me, to
break down the last wall of my inhibitions. He kissed me deeply
as his fingers probed my most sacred and sinful place.
 The heat from within her
made the warmth of the hot summer sun pale in comparison. The
moisture she had created overpowered the water from the
sprinkler as it repeatedly bathed us in rhythmic patterns.
I struggled to shred the last of the denim from my legs, paying
no attention to the car that passed and honked its horn,
undoubtedly at us, serving as a brief reminder that the rest of
the world still existed, and providing yet another surge of
adrenaline and passion at the thought of being seen.
I wanted to protect her, to take her inside and hide this
precious treasure I had found from the rest of the world, but to
take her here, on the grass and in plain view of others somehow
made me feel as if I were showing her beauty to the world and
making them feel envy and jealousy at wanting what I had.
No, I would not hide her, but rather I would put her on a
pedestal and worship her, and demand that anyone that would dare
approach her do the same or suffer my wrath. No woman would
judge her in any way, but rather strive to become her. No man
would criticize her, but rather desire her and long to be with
her, to touch her, to feel her, to give their life to be me for
one brief moment.
Yes,
I would adore her as the goddess she was, and I would take her
here for the entire world to see.
I moved carefully, trying not to let my excitement cause me to
be careless as I lifted my leg and knelt over her, one leg
resting on either side of her head in the wet grass as my
fingers continued to explore her inner beauty. Once I had
positioned myself carefully over her, I removed my fingers and
quickly let my mouth engulf her tender lips.
I sucked on them
gently as my tongue moved up and down, my tasted buds coming to
life as the sweet drops of moisture tantalized them. The taste
was almost more than I could bear, and as I felt the warmth of
her mouth surround my throbbing shaft, I sucked her flesh into
my mouth and let my tongue enter her.
She moaned and her body began to spasm slightly as my tongue
penetrated her, licking and exploring her inner depths,
occasionally finding the swollen flesh of her clit. Her juices
were offered to me willingly, and I groaned with pleasure as she
began to take me deep into her mouth, her hand grasping the base
of my shaft as she did.
Another spray of water mixed with the sweat from my body and ran
along my limbs like small waterfalls onto her flesh, but I
barely noticed the sensation as I began to drink from her.
Again and again the water came and went, and I could feel the
embrace of her tongue on my shaft as she sucked and stroked me
in unison with my own tongue. The pleasure was intense, but now
my pleasure was becoming focused on my most sacred desire. I had
to let her fill me with her wine.
I moved my hand to her ass and squeezed it firmly, then let my
fingers make their way to the small opening beneath my mouth. I
could feel her body shiver and her suction increase as I circled
the small hole, gently pressing and probing the soft flesh.
I would penetrate her with my finger, and make her offer me the
sweet nectar my soul desired.
At some point I vaguely heard a car pass,
the driver honking the horn but it may as well have been on
another planet. As my lover changed positions and hovered over
me, I began to crave what he offered. He allowed to head of his
cock to touch my lips and I opened them greedily. I felt like I
had been starving as he lowered himself into my mouth and I
hungrily accepted him. I could taste the salty sweat of him,
mixed in with the true essence of his being. I sucked him as I
used one hand to pump his juice into my throat. His mouth was
ravaging me and his tongue seemed to be possessed as he consumed
my body. Shockwaves ran through me as my mind spun and I became
lost in his mouth and his cock. I sucked him like he was my
connection to life and I lusted after him like a wanton slut.
The last of my reservations melted under his touch and I opened
my throat to allow him to slide deeper into my body, wanting him
to touch my soul.
I could feel his heartbeat in my mouth as he began to move up,
then down, using my mouth like he would use the rest of me. I
felt his balls on my face so I reached for them, massaging them
in my hands. I wanted to taste all of him so I gently pushed him
away until my mouth was free to lick and suck gently on the pair
of salty treats I had found. Taking turns, I suckled one while I
massaged the other until I took them both into my mouth. Running
my tongue over his skin, I felt him tighten under my touch. I
explored every inch of him, tasting his flesh. My hands were
working his cock like my pussy would soon. He was rock hard in
my hands; I felt his juice seep out of him. I licked my way to
the tip of his head, not wanting to let even a drop of him fall
anywhere except inside me. I moved back down, gave his balls a
last kiss and kept moving downward. I flicked my tongue on his
ass, trying to gauge his reaction and he buried his face into
me. He was using his fingers and his tongue on me. I wanted him
to use me as he chose.
 Her body was sacred to me now, but nothing
was prohibited. My finger probed her ass, lubricated by a
mixture of sweat and saliva as I slid it deep inside of her.
Her mouth was heightening my own pleasure, but my concentration
was on making her fill my own mouth with the nectar of love.
Like a man possessed, I had to bring her to an orgasm and let
her fill me. I sucked harder and let my tongue attack her clit
as I carefully inserted a second finger deep into her. She
squealed as I probed her deeply, making her give me the liquid
of my heart’s desire.
My fingers moved quickly as I drew more of her soft flesh into
my mouth, sucking harder and torturing her clit with my tongue,
willing her to cum for me, almost demanding it and refusing to
accept any less from her. I had to have her fill me. I needed to
drink from her, and I would not stop until I did.
I let my teeth scrape gently over her clit, making her body
quiver, then moved my lips over the swollen flesh and began
concentrating all of my passion on it, my fingers still probing
and thrusting into her from behind.
I would not miss my opportunity to delight in her feminine
spray, but I would entice it further, forcing her to release
herself to me, prohibiting her from holding back one precious
drop.
The water enveloped us again and again, but I barely noticed it
as I felt her body begin to tighten beneath me. I could feel her
moans against my cock more than hear them, and I knew she would
not be able to hold out much longer.
I probed her deeper, fucking her wonderful ass with my fingers
as I once again enveloped her sweet pussy with my mouth. I drove
my fingers in hard
and deep, lifting her hips from the ground as her nectar began
to flow.
I sucked harder, drawing her first burst of liquid deep into my
throat, relishing each precious drop as I felt it’s warmth
travel down into my stomach, filling my body as it seemed to
course through my veins, filling every inch of my being.
She flowed into my mouth for what seemed like hours of pure
bliss, yet at the same time the moment passed far too quickly,
and I found myself wanting more.
I started attacking her now sensitive clit again and fucked her
ass more furiously, wanting her to cum again, needing her to
fill me once more. I had to have more of her inside of me, more
of her nectar flowing into my throat.
I could feel her moan and felt her body writhe on the wet grass.
Was she trying to pull away, or was it simply that her desire
was being satisfied? I could not tell as I had already entered
my own world now. Nothing mattered, nothing else existed except
my desire to taste her again, and my needs were met quickly as
her second orgasm began to take over.
Once again I drank from her, taking her liquid deep within me.
Her oasis was life to my soul, and my soul drank from her pool
of life with ferocity unknown to mortal man.
I could not think, not feel, not exist in this world as I became
lost in her precious flood. Nothing else mattered except my
effort to quench my
unquenchable thirst. For what seemed like hours I desperately
searched for every last drop of her that I could, and when she
was spent, I felt her body twist beneath mine.
I did not want to stop, but would she allow me to drink from her
once again, or did she have something else in mind now?
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