Crystal snapped the edges of the towel so that it spread out over the lounger, the cloth slowly drifting down until she tugged at the corners to settle it in place just so.
The thrill of red wing blackbirds filled the hot, humid air while she glanced up at the deep blue sky. The news had said it was going to be a scorcher of a day and probably make it up into the triple digits before the thunderstorms rolled in sometime in the afternoon.
The sun and the heat, even the humidity that already had sweat beading across her upper chest and neck were perfect as far as Crystal was concerned.
Without even a glance around the large yard Crystal slipped the gauzy silk robe from her shoulders before carefully folding it. The robe was a bright yellow silk with a Japanese floral pattern print and orange trim, the almost translucent thing having cost more than she cared to think about and she was always careful with it.
Crystal placed the bathrobe carefully on the table next to the lounger and tilted her head up to the sun to enjoy the feel of the warmth against her skin. After a contented sigh she picked up the spray bottle of suntan oil and began to liberally apply it over her entire body.
She already had a deep caramel tan and standing naked in the grass of her backyard there wasn't a single tan line to be seen.
She took extra care covering her areolas and nipples and the inside of her thighs, even making sure that the edges of her labia that poked between her sex were coated having discovered just how painful some sunburns could be compared to others.
Finally, her body glistening from the coat of oil as well as the beads of sweat covering her skin she sat the spray bottle next to the pitcher of ice water and cold glass beaded in moisture. She barely glanced at the glass cylinder next to the pitcher before sitting and laying back on the lounger.
Crystal wasn't a tiny stick thin waif of a girl, with wide, full hips, ample flesh around her waist and stomach, and full DD breasts that swung back and forth as she moved. At just shy of six feet tall, she wasn't obese, but certainly had enough 'cushion'. With her long, sleek black hair, dark brown eyes and oval face she had never had any problems at all attracting attention.
But sometimes it was nice to just be alone.
A crow cawed somewhere in the distance, the sound of grasshoppers and all the other insects in the backyard a constant background hum. After a half hour of laying on her back with the sun soaking into her body Crystal rolled over.
She had no concern at all about being seen and wouldn't have cared even if she was. She loved her body, loved being naked without a shred of body modesty to mar her enjoyment. If there had been a nude beach or even an adult resort within an hours drive she'd be there every weekend.
But there wasn't, and the house she had bought a few years back was definitely on the ass end of nowhere in southern Indiana. Second growth maple, pawpaw, sassafras, hickory, a few oaks, and cornfields completely surrounded her yard. A gravel driveway almost a quarter mile long led to the county road which also happened to be gravel, and then it was another forty five minute drive to get to the glorious bustling hub of commerce and culture of Vincennes.
There wasn't anyone to see, even if Crystal rather enjoyed being seen.
And seeing, of course.
Another thirty minutes and Crystal sat up to take a sip of cold water, her eyes straying to the glass cylinder next to the pitcher and then lay back down after reapplying more sunscreen.
She could feel the slow burn of anticipation, savor the wait just as much as the warmth soaking into her body while she spread her legs with the soles of her feet pressed together to make sure her inner thighs and even her mound were properly kissed by the sun.
The distant sound of a car on the gravel road didn't even cause her to glance in that direction. She had made no effort to place her lounger out of sight of the road, but someone would have only a few seconds to glance into the manicured lawn behind her small ranch to catch a glimpse of her as they drove by.
And there was always the possibility of the mailman on her rural route who would sometimes stop for a half hour or more to enjoy the view.
Crystal's tongue slipped between her lips to run lightly over her upper lip, the position not only helping to ensure an even tan but allowing her labia to part and the warm breeze to blow gently across her vulva.
Her chest began to rise and fall in slow, even breaths, the burning anticipation building. She could feel her nipples getting hard, could feel the gently ache of her clit between her legs, but intentionally kept her hands to the side without touching any part of her glistening body.
Another half hour had slipped past before Crystal sat up again, her eyes lingering a little longer on the glass cylinder before taking a sip of water and rolling over. The coarse cloth of the blanket rasping across her nipples caused a small gasp of pleasure while she lay down and got comfortable with legs spread apart in a wide V and her arms above her head and hands resting on each other.
Crystal began to rock her hips slowly while her chest rose and fell, he eyes closed while she savored the pleasure of her mound pressing down against the slats of the lounger. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the ache growing into a throb, the need and anticipation slowly and steadily building. More sweat beaded her skin, her breathing quickening until she was panting, the slow, deliberate motion of her hips becoming more pronounced until the lounger was creaking with the movement.
Time passed by unnoticed, the heat soaking into her back, the moisture coating her skin and the constant pleasure as she brought herself right to the edge of an orgasm but always slowing, pausing, denying when she was right at the cusp.
Crystal sat up abruptly and quickly turned over before reaching for the glass cylinder. She placed one foot in the grass beside the lounger, the blades slipping and tickling between her toes, the other foot flat on the blanket covered slats, her knees spread wide.
The glass rod was made up of a large ball at one end, the shaft tapering to a smooth rounded point at the opposite end. It looked as clear as the ice still floated in the pitcher, inverted grass and trees tiny reflections inside the glass, but was stinging hot to the touch from the sun having warmed it while lying on the table.
