Summertime. Deirdre loved the sultry heat of summertime in her small southern town. It seemed like everything took on a rosy glow and moved more languidly in that season. She loved the feel of the noon-day sun upon her bare back as she sunbathed, such as she was doing now.
She knew that sunbathing was unhealthy. But, hell. Deirdre Chorde had done a
lot
of "unhealthy" things in her lifetime, and sunbathing was the most innocent among them. Her amber-brown eyes skimmed lazily across the pages of the newest
Cosmo
, flipping past the endless articles on how to "satisfy your man." Deirdre was already an expert at pushing her boyfriend Gabe past the limits of ecstasy, anyway. They had always had amazing sex--usually a little rough, a little wild, tossing each other all over the bed underneath the covers.
Deirdre was lost in thought when Gabriel walked across the back yard to stand near her. His cock stiffened as his eyes took in the sight of his girlfriend spread out on that beach blanket, naked except for the tiny bikini bottom she wore. He'd always considered himself lucky that he had a girlfriend with a gorgeous, voluptuous body who happened to enjoy sunbathing topless.
"Hey." His voice was a hoarse whisper, but Deirdre still heard him. She turned her face up to him, and her pink lips broke into a smooth smile.
"Hey, handsome. You always seem to come around at the right times, you know that?" The woman chuckled lightly and put the magazine aside. She wanted him. That was another reason Deirdre liked summer. The season made them
both
horny as hell. Oh, God, she wanted him. She wanted to feel his hands against her neck, her breasts, her thighs . . .She got wet just thinking about it.
"What . . .do you mean by that?" Gabe asked half-jokingly, crossing his arms. He knew
exactly
what she wanted, and he wanted it too--but he fully intended to take his sweet time, making Deirdre wait until she couldn't stand it anymore. A little game of theirs.
Deirdre climbed slowly to her feet, her long, tan legs unfolding themselves in one liquid motion. She pressed herself against Gabe, her breasts pushing against the fabric of his black cotton t-shirt. "You know!" she said just a tad coyly. She ran her index finger down her boyfriend's chest, smiling sweetly.
"Tell me." Gabe whispered.