He slides down my body and his soft tongue probes my puss, warm and gentle at first. It's so welcome, like coming home, and I sigh and lean back onto the blanket, putting one hand into his hair to hold him against me. He's tasting me, lapping me up, and I can feel the wetness flowing from me into that warm mouth.
I'm gazing into the depths of the sky, and I can see the ghost of the moon, and the first stars in the peachy sky. Meanwhile I can feel my orgasm swimming up to meet me, just out of reach - it slides away as he changes position, comes back into view.... my breathing is fast.... If he keeps that up I'll come, I think, as his tongue flicks over my clit rapidy.
But there's something I want more.
I wriggle down so that his face is level with mine, and its wet and glistening. He grins, asks me if he's doing it right. I pull him into a kiss and push those shorts over the cheeks of his bum, as far down his thighs as I can reach. His cock is hard and huge, the tip of it exposed and wet with anticipation. I place one thigh casually over his back to pull him closer, and I use his cock to rub myself with, slowly, up and down, feeling that elusive orgasm swimming towards me again. I hold his cock at the entrance to my pussy and pull him into me, slowly, with the leg that's holding him captive.
He's watching me, waiting for me to be ready, and when this signal comes he slides inside me obediently, as slowly as he can manage. He waits inside me for a second, his eyes gazing at my face, before starting a rhythmic pumping.
I feel my body thrill at this - it's good - and I'm moving my hips in time with his. After a few moments he lifts my calves up around his shoulders, and moves into me again, deeper this time, so that I can feel the pressure in the pit of my stomach, feel him filling me up totally, stretching me....
The pumping becomes more urgent - I'm pushing myself against his hard body with a slap at each thrust, and he is sweating, his face contorted with concentration, until he gives a gasp and a grunt into my throat, and I can feel the spasms rocking him. I hold his body against me while he bucks and shudders, then the perfect delight of his slipperyness inside me.
I feel his cock slipping inside me until I lose it altogether, then he raises his head and kisses me tenderly for a long minute. He seems reluctant to stop, then suddenly looks up and says, "Now you."
He is suddenly between my thighs again, which feel hot and tender, like I've been running in the hot sun. When his tongue touches me, it's like a slap - the shock - the feeling of the contact again, I'm ready. My body arches involuntarily and I'm pushing my pussy into his face. He's lapping at me again, tasting his juice and mine together, his face rubbing into me insistently, pushing me closer and closer to the orgasm that was there all the time, just waiting for this moment. I feel two fingers sliding into my pussy, which is wide open for him, while his tongue moves steadily over my hot skin. Then that insisent nibbling again, he's concentrating on my clit, and the rhythm is steady and quick enough and suddenly there it is.... I'm rocked with spasms, violent, my whole body shaking and my come flows out to him, so much that it feels like I'm peeing in his face. I've forgotten to breathe for several seconds and I'm gasping for air, gripping his head in my hands.
Slowly, my feet come back down to earth and find contact with the dry grass. Somehow we have wriggled right off the blanket and we are halfway down the garden. He is lying next to me, propped up on one elbow, his eyes regarding me with curiosity.
My dress is twisted up under my shoulders, wide open, exposing my flushed skin. His shorts are round his knees, his work boots stayed on the whole time. The sun has gone behind the houses and it's cool, a breeze ruffling his short hair.
At last he stands, and when he turns round I can see his white bum, and the pattern of the grass on his tanned thigh. He pulls up his shorts and turns again to give me broad grin, before heading off back to his own garden, and the bucket, and the ladder....
And suddenly, I realise, if it weren't for me lying ravaged on my parched garden, dripping with hot sex and passion, we'd be right back where we started.