She was decking again. It was her favorite thing to do this time of year. Especially in early spring. She enjoyed the warm temps and the rain. She lived in the city yet enjoyed seclusion within her own backyard that allowed her to go out quite early in the evening without the bother of clothing. The stars blinking above relaxed her, the warm temps made her skin sweat a sexy sheen, and the breeze across her wet nipples aroused her. In addition, she could smell her own mixture of salty sweet bodily fluids. She was hoping for rain tonight, but even if Mother Nature did not indulge her, she wouldn't complain. She loved this time she had all to herself. Moreover she loved the idea that she could get away with this behavior regularly. She thoroughly enjoyed being naked, masturbating, and if she got the opportunity, having sex outside. It was natural to her, and she had done all of them on this deck without incident. Tonight would be no exception.
Having already been lying on the towel for a good half hour now, thinking of him, fantasizing about his arrival she was primed for a sexual encounter. She began tickling, and caressing the skin on her stomach working her hands up, cupping her breasts she brushed them with her fingertips, then pulled at them causing them to pucker. She slowly massaged her way up to her neck, and the muscles behind her head loosened, letting go of all the tension in her day. Was he ever going to arrive? She felt like it was taking forever tonight, but maybe it was because it had been so long since they had seen one another. They had different lives yet were the best of friends who found each other under less than perfect circumstances. Now that they had worked through their biggest challenge they were enjoying each other to the fullest extent. Every inch of each other that is. Their passion was never ending, and it was like they always picked up where they left off.
She had just begun to enjoy the feeling of her fingers inside her when the first drop hit her stomach. Perfect, she thought, let it rain. And it did. A slow, spring rain had drifted in cooling her skin just enough as the heat within rose, and she got closer to cumming. All at once she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. As he walked around the house toward her, he tracked her every move as she lay there arching her back in pleasure and moaned softly. Knowing he had been seen he smiled, and although she could not see it, she knew it when he spoke. "Hey you. Having fun without me?" he asked playfully. "I'm having fun because of you, silly boy, and you know it." She replied, and she had trouble stifling a giggle. She did not stop pleasuring herself, and had actually started panting now knowing he was very close, and watching her. She was thinking about how she would have many more orgasms, and that this was just the beginning of a long, sexy evening together when he reached over and began circling the nipple on the breast closest to him.
His other hand opened up his pants. "Wait." He commanded. So with great difficulty she continued to touch and please herself, but held back her orgasm. He had slid out of his shoes, stripped off his socks, pulled his pants off, removed his shirt slowly, and was gazing at her when she began to groan. "No." He was firm when he spoke. "Wait." He repeated and she struggled to keep herself in check because it was thrilling to give him the control yet pure torture to see his rock hard dick, and not be able to do her own bidding. "Now......" he began slowly, "I want you to do what I tell you.... when I tell you. Got it?" His voice was gentle yet firm, and she could only respond with a very breathless yes.
His control was amazing, she thought, because he was so obviously turned on and she knew he wanted her, yet he could give her command after command and wait. He ordered her to touch this, suck that, feel those, insert this there, and finally after twenty minutes of pleasurable torture he gave her permission to cum. She writhed as the wave of the first orgasm rolled over her, and drifted into a second more powerful one that actually made her cry out. Now, finally, he bent and began touching her and as if the rain knew how they felt, it intensified. He inserted his fingers into her wet and waiting vagina, stoked her clit with his thumb and sucked on her nipples in turn as she begged him to be inside her. "When I'm ready." He stated, to which he received an almost exasperated moan that turned into a whimper as he began to thrust harder with his fingers.
