Our back yard is a haven for us, an oasis in an otherwise hectic and demanding world. It is not huge but does allow for a rock waterfall tumbling lazily into a small pond, then into a swimming pool with rocks and plants around giving a natural look. The separate hot tub is also natural and seems like a hot springs in the woods. We have worked hard on the yard and the sweet smell of the deep green lawn with the scents of your brightly colored flowers mixed with the sounds of the flowing water and the small flitting finches makes it all worth while.
Today it is just before noon. We pause to rest, sitting on the thick lawn surveying the gently curving line of pansies we’ve just planted which add more color to the contrasting greens and browns and bright, rich petals. It is warm and the sky is cloudless and clear blue, every once in awhile there is a breath of a soft summer breeze. Perfect. I glance over at you and you smile back. You are lovely.
You lean back on your elbows, head up, left leg outstretched and right knee bent. Your shoulder length blonde hair mussed a bit from your efforts and a stray wisp covers one eye. The other sparkles blue and gazes first at me, then the flowers as you appear lost in thought. Your full lips separate some and your white teeth show, covered now as you slowly lick your lips, a bead of sweat having just coursed down your cheek to your mouth. The sheen of sweat covers your skin adding a glow to you, poised there before me. Your tube top has always been such a tease to me, just there but almost not, your breasts firm, round, not large but full enough to move tantalizingly as you work. Your flat stomach curves down to your very short, fringed denim shorts. Daisy Duke would be envious. You fill them in such an erotic way. The top is just a bit loose and they are so short the crotch is little more than a band to cover your thong. You are wearing flip flops to complete the ensemble. A streak of dirt is angled just over your left eyebrow and your arms and legs are sprinkled with dirt from our planting. Your rich tan and lean, firm curves always cause me to catch my breath just a little when I see you and today is no exception. I have tried to match you in sensuality and sexuality in my appearance and physique but I’m never sure how close I come to hitting the mark. You have always told me my trim but muscled body excites you and I smile, trusting you to your word.
You sit up now, knees apart, feet crossed at the ankles, upright with a curious smile curling your lips. You reach over to the small metal table on the deck and grab one of the glasses of iced lemonade we brought out earlier. You bring the glass to your face and let the cool dew on the side of the glass caress your cheek. You smile again.
“Want some?”
With that you slowly tip the glass and the cool sweet liquid runs down your neck and first between your breasts, then courses over them both, soaking your top.
“Uh ohhh!”
A grin mischievously crosses your face.
“…guess I made a mess.”
You set the glass aside, get up and stand in front of me. I look up at your soaked tube top and the shorts now drenched in lemonade and grin back. Crossing your arms a smooth movement ends as your top is rolled off over your head and dropped to the grass. Your breasts are wonderful, full, wet from sweat and lemonade, nipples hardening in the slight breeze. You jut out a hip and grasp both breasts and press them together and then up toward your mouth. Your tongue just reaches first one nipple, then the other, licking the mixed liquids.