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,
he thought. Even though his mind said no, his hand slipped around the base of his cock, and he slowly began to stroke it.
"You're so bad," Dez murmured, glancing at him. She didn't think of her own actions as she misbehaved. Her arousal was evident; her nipples tingled, burned from her touch. Her eyes never wavered as she lowered her hands, caressing her slender midriff. She stopped at the edge of her shorts and noticed his eyes, transfixed. Undoing the button, she slipped her fingers inside.
Brad groaned. He could see her fingers moving beneath her shorts, rubbing against her pussy.
Sweet Jesus,
he thought, watching her. His excitement escalated as he stood there with his hard-on. The smooth motions of his fingers quickened as he watched the scene unfold. A drop of pre-cum glistened, and he rubbed his thumb against it. He continued to moan as he pumped his cock faster.
"Mmmmm," Dezerae whimpered softly, dropping to her knees for fear of falling down. Her passion was getting the best of her. She smiled naughtily despite her arousal. She was sure Brad would go wild when she began to lower her shorts. Wiggling, she pulled them down over her hips, giving him a nice view of her bottom. Moisture touched her fingertips as she slid them along her satiny folds. She gently inserted two inside, feeling her tightness, her warmth. Her body rocked rhythmically; her hips moving slowly with her each new thrust.
Brad's heart pounded. He wondered if she knew he was watching. She was giving him the show of a lifetime. In some dark corner of his brain, he felt ashamed he was spying, but he couldn't stop. She was so incredible. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she performed for him.
Man,
he thought,
she's killing me here...
He saw her fingers disappear inside her pussy as she lowered her lovely ass. He watched the gentle lift of her hips as they moved gracefully up and down. Brad almost lost it when he saw her suck on her fingers. He watched her lick them clean until all traces of nectar were gone. He could almost imagine the sweet savory taste of her juices on his lips.
Watching her was a dream come true. He'd never be sorry for these stolen moments. Emotions filled him as he thought of her knowing he was out there. His hand slid up and down his cock in smooth, fluid strides.
Dez was breathing harder as the intensity of her orgasm increased. Loud moans escaped her lips, and she slid her hand back to her mound, wanting release. Her clit was throbbing. Her fingers flicked back and forth, up and over, again and again.
"Mmmmm... Feels so good," she murmured, knowing Brad was taking it all in. She became more enthused as she watched his image in the mirror. She knew he was waiting to see her final moments of pleasure. This gave her intense satisfaction. She fingered her clit faster.
Dezerae could see his hand pumping his cock for all it was worth. He was obviously enjoying her show. She knew he was close, and her eyes never left him as her own climax reached incredible heights. Her body shuddered as she felt release from the very core of her being. "Oh, God," she cried out in sweet surrender. "Mmmmm..."
Her face contorted with ecstasy. Pleasurable sensations soared through her in endless, pulsating waves. The rise and fall of her breasts slowed as a peaceful calm came over her. She smiled blissfully. The burning heat within her body finally subsided.
