A note from the author: Summer's Day is another story featuring Dezerae and Ante. Brad is also introduced, her sexy neighbor next door. This tale is filled with naughtiness, voyeurism, oral and amazing hot sex. Enjoy~
©By Katerina Val-Kyrie
The day was balmy, not unusual for sunny California. Dezerae leaned against her patio door, basking in the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun. She closed her eyes for just a moment, enjoying the heat that enveloped her body. Wisps of blonde hair touched her face as a gentle breeze soft caressed her.
Brushing the strands away, she looked at her watch noting the time.
What could be keeping Ante?
she wondered. It's not like him to be late.
* * *
Unlike Dezerae's afternoon, Ante's was hectic. He overslept, and when he went to shower, he found there was no hot water. All his cursing didn't change the fact that he needed a cold shower anyway. Thanks to thoughts of Dez, he'd awakened in quite a state.
Ante jumped in the shower stall, hoping to ease his discomfort. He wasn't prepared as the icy flow hit his flesh in a torrent. He grimaced from the sheer agony and cursed again. "Christ, that's cold! Bloody Hell, I can't get outta here fast enough!" He made a mental note to get the water tank checked immediately as he shivered and scrubbed.
After drying himself off briskly, he hurried to find some clothes. In his haste, he tripped over his sleeping cat. Pandemonium set in as Buddy ran through the house pell-mell, screeching in protest. "Damn animal," Ante grumbled as he picked himself up off the floor. In spite of his bad luck, he started to chuckle. He wanted to stay in good spirits for his afternoon with Dezerae. The picnic basket was packed and ready to go. He only needed to shave and get some clothes on.
Fully dressed, he studied his image in the bathroom mirror. His facial features were well defined, and he sported a small cleft in the center of his chin. Blue eyes stared back at him as he carefully ran the razor across his stubbly cheeks. He finished quickly and tested for remaining stubble with his fingertips. His skin was smooth from the blade's sharp edge. Satisfied, he washed his face, patted it dry and applied his favorite aftershave.
With one last glance, he was finally ready. Ante grabbed the basket, bid his 'wounded' cat farewell and ran out the door.
* * *
While Dez waited for Ante in the warm sun, her neighbor admired her from his yard. She looked so sexy in her shorts that he had to have a closer look. It wasn't his nature to spy on women, but it was hard not to with Dezerae.
"Girl, you're easy on the eyes," Brad murmured softly, his voice barely audible. Appreciatively, he took in her shoulder length hair, shimmering gold in the sunlight. He thought of how soft it would feel running through his fingers. Silk entered his mind. Her tall, slender frame was equally pleasing. Long legs gave her most of her height and were indeed a sight to behold. She had lovely features. Her skin was flawless, like that of a porcelain doll. He was captivated and would never tire of watching her.
His thoughts were of Dez as he walked toward her back patio. He didn't want to disrupt her quiet moment, but he had to see her. Much to his dismay, she went inside just as he arrived, closing the door behind her.
"Damn!" Brad swore, his voice falling on deaf ears. He stood there, wondering if he should knock—wondering what the hell he would say if he did. He decided against it. He was about to leave when he saw her admiring herself in the living room mirror. Mesmerized, he hid in the shadows of a nearby bush. He watched intently, his eyes glued to her every move.
Mmmmm... Is that my neighbor hiding behind the bushes? What the heck is he doing?
Dezerae wondered.
Doesn't he realize I can see him in my full-length mirror?
Although Brad hid, she could still see his handsome reflection. She drank him in, remembering the first time they'd met. She had stared like a school girl and liked what she saw. Again—she liked what she saw. His face was pleasant, his chiseled features setting off dark, mysterious eyes. Lips, full and sensual were framed by a shapely goatee. Her gaze drifted downward. For a man in his forties, his lean body was toned and muscular. She couldn't help but admire him, sleek and tanned from the summer sun.
"My, my, you are full of surprises," Dez said quietly. "A peeping Tom! I never would have guessed you'd behave that way." Smiling, she began to have naughty thoughts.
* * *
Ante cursed, impatient with the delay in traffic. Road construction caused a lineup, stopping all vehicles ahead of him. Grumbling, he tapped his foot on the floorboards. He was hot, agitated and it showed. He hated waiting. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his dark blond hair, not caring that he'd messed it.
"Damn! What else can go wrong today?" he muttered, looking in his bent rearview mirror. As soon as he said it, he noticed the tag of his shirt in the glass reflection. To his chagrin, he was wearing it backward. Wryly, he did a quick check to make sure his shorts were on the right way.
Finally traffic began to move. He floored the accelerator, wanting to waste no more time.
* * *
Dezerae yearned for a bit of forbidden excitement. Perhaps it wouldn't be so wrong...
With the knowledge that he was watching, she stood in front of the mirror and began to explore her body. Her hands slipped under her top, caressing the fullness of her breasts. Dez rubbed her fingers against her nipples, feeling them harden beneath her touch. A soft moan escaped her lips as she started to feel aroused. She lifted her top, her breasts free from confinement.
"Oh—My—God—" Brad uttered, clearly in shock. He was awestruck by what he was seeing. He had not expected this, but there was no way in hell he was turning back now. He never imagined he'd be able to see her this way. Nice—perfect, creamy globes with the pinkest nipples he'd ever seen. A tiny tattoo also caught his eye. He only wished he could see it closer.
He stood, riveted. He watched her cup her breasts, squeezing them in her hands. Red marks appeared as her fingers slowly raked across her flesh. "Oh, Dezerae," he whispered under his breath. He imagined tasting them, planting soft kisses everywhere... With a mind of its own, his rigid member strained against his jeans. Brad couldn't help himself. He unzipped his fly, releasing it.
I can't believe I'm doing this,