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Summer Fun
by Karly Ross |
| Summer Fun © 1998 Karly Ross. All Rights Reserved. Do not reproduce or distribute without the expressed written consent of the author. |
| It had been the hottest summer I could ever remember, day after day of unbearable heat with barely a palpable breeze. The grass in the yard was burnt to a crisp. The flowers had long since died. The air seemed to weigh down our bodies as we languished on the couch in front of two or three fans. We were all miserable, but Ranger, my 12-year-old stepson was especially miserable. His overactive, preadolescent body had a hard time sitting still and the weather was cramping his on-the-go style. But there weren't any real solutions to dealing with the heat. Air conditioning was too costly, the pool was too far away from our little, country house, and a vacation to the North Pole just wasn't viable. On one particularly brutal afternoon, Ranger saw a commercial for the latest, high-tech water guns. They were purported to shoot over twenty feet and hold several pounds of water. He wouldn't rest until he had one. His argument being, we could all get these giant soaking machines and be cool at last. It was obvious we weren't going to hear the end of it. It wasn't long before we were the proud owners of three gigantic water guns equipped with shoulder straps. Soon we were chasing each other around the yard, screaming, laughing, and drenched from head to foot. It was a great time, but I couldn't help noticing my husband's blue eyes fixed on my damp form. I wondered what Seth found so interesting on my sopping body. I looked down and realized my nipples were poking hard and fast against my T-shirt. In all the excitement of the water gun fight, I had failed to notice the effect the ice-cold tap water was having on my body. I bit my lip and quickly excused myself before Ranger noticed my predicament as well. I left Seth to explain why I had left just when we seemed to be having the best time of the summer. Seth padded into the bathroom a few minutes later. I looked up at him from where I stood towel drying my hair. Even soaking wet, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly handsome he was standing there with a puddle forming around his feet. His long brown hair fell in damp strands around his face. I smiled as he started to strip off the clothes that hugged his long, lean body. I watched as the muscles flexed and twitched in his arms and chest as he lifted the wet shirt over his head. I longed to wrap my arms around his waist and toy with him for hours. I ached to seduce him, knowing it wouldn't be hard, the bulge in his boxers a tell-tale sign of his own needs. Unfortunately, Ranger was already impatient with us for hogging up the bathroom and for taking time away from the video games we promised to play with him. I knew there was no chance of tormenting Seth, at least not until Ranger was asleep for the evening. A long sigh escaped my lips as Seth kissed me on the nose and headed out of the bathroom wrapped in a fuzzy blue towel. "Later, babe." He said over his shoulder. Yeah, tell that to my cunt, I wanted to say. Instead I went back to toweling my hair and settled for fantasizing about the "later" Seth had alluded to before heading upstairs. **** When we laid in bed that evening, Seth mentioned the fun we had that afternoon with the water guns. "Yeah, it was a good time. I'm sorry my nipples ended the fun. I just didn't want to give the kid too much of a show." I said, poking Seth in the ribs. "No, save the shows for me, hot stuff." He said as he pulled me into an intimate embrace. "A show just for me. An incredibly beautiful woman in a wet T-shirt, every man's dream come true." He began to toy with my breasts. Thank goodness for men of their word, I thought as I gave into Seth's seductions, letting him make good on his promise to satisfy my sexual hunger. *** The next afternoon seemed even hotter than the day before. The thermometer read 97 even after the sun began to descend in the sky. I tried laying in the hammock to take advantage of the shade falling from the old oak tree in the backyard. It seemed futile. I couldn't even concentrate on the steamy Black Lace novel I was reading. I was already hot, but not in the ways I had hoped I would be. I rolled over and turned on the radio, hoping to find another distraction. When I looked up, Seth was leaning against the side of the house. I wasn't sure how long he had been standing there. He smiled at me. It was a smile I recognized, the one that said, "Want to play?" It was enticing, irresistible, completely seductive. I was glad Ranger was at a friend's for the afternoon. Seth's look had sex written all over it, and I planned to take advantage of it. "I see that look of yours. What are you planning?" I asked. "Me? Planning? You must be mistaken, lovely lady," he said, producing two of the water guns from behind the shrubs next to the house. "I was merely considering watering the plants." He tried to look coy. "Oh, the dead ones?" I asked. "I think you are going to have to do better than that, Seth." I slid out of the hammock and walked over to him. Before I could even get my water gun out of his hand he had hit me square in the left breast with a cold spray of water. I squealed with surprise. "You'll pay for that one, lover." I pumped the gun and fired a round straight at Seth's crotch. "Two can play this game." We exchanged cold streams of water, Seth's aimed at my breasts, mine at his member. The powerful spray splashed roughly against our clothes. Soon my dark nipples were visible through the white T-shirt that covered my braless breasts. Seth flashed a lascivious smile which told me he had more in store than just a water gun fight. He eyed my breasts hungrily as he continued to hit them with forceful sprays from his water gun. It was easy to imagine the water gun as an extension of Seth's own sexuality. I was turned on as I imagined the water as a spray of semen from a mammoth-sized penis. The thought made my panties wet with more than just water. Streams of orgasmic juices seemed to splash over my chest as I placed my gun on the ground and began to rub the wet fabric that covered my ample bosom. Seth licked his lips and continued to shoot his "load" against my awakening flesh. The damp, translucent fabric framed my dark nipples as I caressed, cupped, and toyed with my breasts. "Now this is the kind of show I was picturing last night." "You ain't seen nothing yet, lover." I said as I peeled the heavy wet shirt over my head. "It won't be long before those shorts look like a tent." I giggled, eyeing the bulge growing between Seth's legs. "That's my plan." "I knew you had a plan." I whispered, inching closer to where Seth was standing. A hot, sultry song began to ooze from the radio. My body began to move in time to the music, hips swirling, hands traveling over the curves of my body. I began to mimic the seductive strip tease dances Seth loved to watch. I slid down my shorts and panties and stood naked in front of Seth. He sprayed my exposed body with a long, hard stream of water. I pounded against my skin. It teased and tantalized my breasts and inched its way between my legs, splashing against my clit. I spread my legs and enjoyed it hitting my slit. My face slipped into a frown as the water emptied from Seth's water gun in one final blast that ended in a trickle. My body was on fire, a fire begging to be extinguished. Seth laughed, "Oh poor baby, what's wrong?" He came and stood in front of me, his body almost touching mine. "You seem troubled," an irrepressible smile danced across his face. A frown turned to a pout as Seth began his own torment. He stood there so close but not quite touching me. The balance of power had shifted. It seemed like an eternity before he lifted his hands to my breasts. A moan escaped from deep within my throat. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him. I felt his cock press hard against me through the thin fabric of his shorts; the sensation make me tremble. His lips moved over my body with an urgent kisses. I surrendered to his powerful embrace as his arms wrapped around me and drew my body hard against him. I could feel his cock pressing against me as I reached down and pulled it out of Seth's shorts. His member was completely erect. The veins protruded on the long, thick shaft as I stroked it with my fingers. Seth pulled a towel from the clothesline and spread it out on the ground by his feet. I knelt before him and took the head of his penis into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over the tip, tasting the delicious drop that had formed there. My mouth watered as I took as much of Seth's huge prick as I could. I felt it hit against the back of my throat as I relaxed the muscles and took in just a bit more of his cock. I stroked the base of his shaft as Seth thrust in and out. His fingers entwined in my hair as he held my head firmly with his hands. Seth began to stroke his cock as it slipped from my lips. My fingers ran over the soft flesh of his balls as I watched his fingers work up and down the glistening shaft. He pushed me back against the towel; hovering over me, his cock pointed aggressively at my cunt. Slowly he lowered himself down to where I laid on the towel. He slid his cock across my belly and down over my mound. He separated my pussy lips with his fingers and rubbed his prick against my wet slit. I moaned as he entered me with just the tip and then slowly thrust the long expanse inside my vagina, filling me up. His thrusts came harder and harder and with it, my moans became louder and louder until they echoed in the narrow valley around our house. I felt my cunt began to clamp down on Seth's cock as my body began to spasm with climax. The bucking motion of my hips sparked Seth's own release; his hot juices shot inside my hungry pussy, prolonging my orgasm. When it was over, we laid side by side on the towel with the sun pouring down on our bodies. The heat of the day and the heat of sex had made our flesh bead with sweat. Seth pulled the third water gun from behind a bush and we took turns spraying each other with cool streams of water. "Who knew a child's toy would lead to some of the hottest sex of our lives," I said as we slipped inside the house to enjoy the rest of the lazy afternoon. "Who knew." |
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