I pull the kitchen curtain aside and laugh to myself as I watched Sarah try, and fail, to up-end a bucket of sudsy water onto the top of her Jeep; her hand slipping on the bottom, the slow-motion tumble, the shocked splutter and gasp as the floating sponge, then the cold, soapy wave splooshes down on top of her head, and makes its way down. I don't think any even reaches the driveway; she managed to get it all on herself. Utterly drenched, she stands for a moment in the classic robot pose; arms straight and away from her body, leaning forward to keep the wet tee-shirt away from her skin, eyes wide, cursing like a sailor. She sees me watching and laughing and shoots me a dirty look, then gives me the finger for good measure before clomping and sloshing her way to the kitchen door.
I pull the door open and she's standing there glaring, looking like a drowned kitten, and her eyes narrow and I can't help but laugh again.
"I'm not laughing at you baby, I'm laughing with you." I say.
"I'm not laughing. Now shut up and get me a towel, I'm freezing."
I'm still grinning and chuckling as I toss her a towel.
"Yeah, keep it up, funny man." She says, and tries her glare on me again, but her mouth is quirking up at the corners too. She shucks her wet jeans and tee shirt right there in the kitchen, and toga-wraps the towel around herself. "I'm taking a shower."
She dodges my kiss with a laugh and I help her on her way with a swat on the ass that makes her skip down the hall.
She comes out barefoot, in a pair of my boxers and a tight, long-sleeved grey ribbed cotton shirt. I can see her belly button, and the taper of her flat belly beneath the bottom of the shirt, and her hips barely hold up my boxers as she pads into the kitchen still toweling her hair. I pull the towel off of her head and she looks more like a wet kitten than ever, and I laugh again, and kiss her, and smell her clean citrusy smell, and taste the skin on her neck a little. She puts her arms around my neck, reaching up, and sags against me a little, and I put my hands under her shirt and she's warm and smooth and soft. Her cheeks are flushed from the heat, and she tucks her head under my chin and her hair is still wet and dark. She keeps one are around my neck and takes my drink with her free hand, and sips it and makes a face.
"Geesh that's yucky."
She hands it back to me. Starts toweling her hair again.
"It's a Manhattan. It's a classic."
"Classic doesn't mean good."
"You wouldn't know a classic if it bit you on the ass."
"You bite me on the ass, and you're pretty much a classic."
She's laughing and running before she even finishes the sentence, but I catch her around the waist, and swing her off her feet, still laughing. She cracks herself up.
"You're gonna pay for that baby."
Sarah twists in my arms puts her arms around my neck again, tight, and jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist and bites my earlobe.
"You promise?"
I carry her into the bedroom, giggling. Her, not me.
Sarah's feeling feisty, and she won't let go, her strong, slender thighs around my waist, ankles locked together, and I have to drop down onto the bed with her beneath me. Even then, when I get up on my hands and knees, she stays locked to me, belly pressed to mine, and she's laughing while I kiss her mouth and throat, and her arms are tight around my neck and she catches my earlobe in her teeth again and won't let go until her arms get tired, then she lets her shoulders drop to the bed, her legs still around me. She stretches like a cat, head back, arms above her head, and she even purrs a little when I bend my head down and kiss her smooth little belly. She torques her hips around to give me new places to kiss, and runs her fingers into my hair and laughs when I lick her belly button. She still won't let go, so I drop down onto her with my full weight. She doesn't mind being "smooshed" a little, her word, and she fits a hand behind my head, and pulls me in, and I spend some time thoroughly kissing her. Kissing Sarah is like drowning in warm honey, and I go down happily. Her lips are soft and warm and like always I want to bruise them and feel them plump and heat, and she licks my bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth and releases it with a little pop, then delicately, deliberately, licks my lip again, and slips her tongue into my mouth, and this is all there is right now, all there is, and I can feel her heart beating and her hands on my face, and her tongue sweetly lashing mine. Leave us alone.
"Okay, get off me."
I laugh, and roll off. Sarah takes a deep theatrical breath. Smart ass.
I tell her to turn over, and she smiles, and flips over onto her belly, face away from me, and pulls her arms under, elbows in, her little fists tucked up under her chin, and flips her hair up onto the pillow, and settles in. I roll onto my side, facing her, and prop my head up on one hand, and slip my free hand under the bottom hem of her shirt; my palm on her lower back, and run my fingertips up her spine, and over her shoulders under the shirt, and stroke her smooth skin in sweeps and whorls, and Sarah sighs; she's so tactile, and I use my fingernails a little on her ribs and she squirms and giggles again, and I feel chill bumps on her skin, and I smooth them with my palm. I can lean a little and kiss her neck, and lick the shell of her ear, and when I stop stroking her, she wiggles to make me keep going. I trail my fingers crossways over her back, from side to side, starting at her ribs away from me and pulling in, like painting a fence, all the way up to her shoulders, and all the way back down, and Sarah sighs, and when I reach her (my) boxers, I run my palm under the hem, and stroke the smooth skin there too, and I give a little tug, and Sarah lifts her hips to help me slip them down her legs, over her feet, drop them on the floor. Sarah wiggles again, impatient, and I trail my fingertips over her lower back, swirl, stroke, just lightly, then over the smooth little globes of her ass, then back up, scraping with my fingernails a little, Sarah sighs, then down again; my palm warm on her skin, over her ass again, the backs of her thighs, the backs of her knees, just fingertips, it tickles her a little, her calves, ankles, stroking, smooth, warm, palm, fingertips, up, down, swirl, and Sarah is making a little sound like mmmmm and I do this for a long time.
I get up, and Sarah makes a little complaining sound, but I tell her to stay there, and she's too hypnotized to move anyway, her fists still under her chin, elbows tucked in, legs and feet together, toes pointed, and I uncork a little bottle of thick oil that smells like mint and pine, and pull my shirt off, strip off my jeans, and pour a little of the oil into my palms to warm it before gripping her ankles in my hands, and running both palms, gripping hard, up over her calves, sliding on the oil, and this time Sarah moans, and I smile, and I do it again, squeezing the muscles in her calves and pushing up over smooth, smooth skin, and over the backs of her knees with my thumbs, and I spread my fingers and grip and knead the backs of her thighs, straddling her legs, kneeling over her, and I work my hands around her thighs to the front and back in an elipse, and my oily hands slip between her legs to stroke the utterly smooth skin on the inside of her thighs, one, then the other, and Sarah moans again a little, and up until now, it's been one thing, but now it's becoming another.
I lean forward and kiss her little ass cheeks, and Sarah giggles and presses her face into the pillow like she's shy, right, and I grin and do it again. I kiss her lower back and the little dimples at the base of her spine, and pour a little more oil into my palms and stroke my hands over her ass, soft first, then gripping hard, and pressing, and stroking around to her hips, lifting a little, and she lifts her ass to me and I knead the muscles hard and then press my palms down, up on straight arms, and push all the way up her back to her shoulders, the heels of my palms on either side of her spine, pressing down hard, and Sarah moans again, a little sound of pleasure, and the motion when I lean forward brings my cock, still in my thin grey boxers, up against her ass. Sarah feels it and presses back a little, and makes a sound. I rub her shoulders hard, rucking her shirt up around her ribs, and pull down, with my fingers spread, over her ribs and grip her waist, and then do it again, and again, big circles from her shoulders to her waist, and my cock strokes lightly up into the furrow of her ass as I lean forward to reach her shoulders, the thin material still between us.
"That feel good baby?"
"Mmmmm, feelsrlgddddn...."
I laugh, and lean forward to lick her ear, and kiss the back of her neck, and give her a little bite, just where her neck meets her shoulder. Sarah giggles again, she's feeling squirmy, but languorous, and I work my teeth on her neck a little, because I like it when she squirms. I'm still straddling her thighs and I sit back up and slide a little farther down and I reach back with one hand for the oil, and Sarah tightens up her ass. I laugh.
"Jeez kitten, people would think I whip you or something."
"You do whip me." She murmurs.
"I do, don't I."
"Um hm."
I run my hands over her ass, smooth with the oil. I can smell the mint and the juniper-pine scent. I fold a pillow in half and reach under Sarah's belly and raise her up a little so I can slip the pillow beneath her hips, tug it back towards me so the bulk of it is under her hip bones, and her ass is raised up. I lift myself up off of her legs a little and part her thighs just a bit. I stroke her ass. I stroke the inside of her thighs. It's warm in the room.
"What else do I do to you kitten?"
"Hmmm?
"Tell me what else I do to you."
"You do lots of stuff to me."
She's very quiet. Speaking just above a whisper. She moans with pleasure when I hit a good spot. I have to lean down to hear her words.
"Poor baby. I'm rough with my little kitten sometimes?"
"Um hm."
"Tell me. Tell me what I do to you baby."
"Well, sometimes you tie me up." Very quietly, with a little gasp at the end.
"Yes."
"You tie my hands."
"Um hm."
My fingers are moving lightly on her back and ass and inner thighs, and she's speaking very softly.
"You, oh!"
One fingertip, while I was stroking my hand up her thigh, had just lightly grazed her pussy. Just a little slip.
"Sorry baby. What were you saying? What else do I do to you?"
"You hold me down."
"Do I?"
"You do."
"Hmmm. I do sometimes, I admit. But that's not so bad.
"Sometimes..."
Her hips are moving a little, just rocking slightly.
"You make me do things."
"I do? What do I make you do baby?"
"You make me suck your cock. You do. You put it in my mouth, and, oh! And you make me suck it, and...and..."
She loses her thread for a moment when I slip the pads of three oily fingers over her pussy. Very light. Delicate. Over and around and up, and then gone again.
"Go on."
"And sometimes it chokes me a little when you push it in too far, and..."
"Poor kitten."
I lean forward, and kiss her neck and her ear and her cheek. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open, and when I lean over her I can feel her hips moving under me. I kiss along her jaw line, and her temple and her ear again, and I whisper to her like she likes.
"What else do I do to you kitten?"
"You make me touch myself. You make me come for you."
