Fun in the Sun

A nice, inoffensive story of consentual adult sex with the slightest
thrill of exhibitionism. It may be too mild for some, but it shouldn't
be to shocking for anybody who reads this newsgroup. If it is, BFD!


	I can't believe I have time to relax! I'm sitting here in the sun,
in a tank top and shorts, feeling those nasty ultraviolet rays warming
my skin. Skin cancer? No way! I don't spend enough time out here to be
at risk. I wonder if I'm even out enough to maintain my vitamin D levels!
Mmmm. It feels so good!
	I close my eyes from my book and tilt my face up to the sun.
	I can hear you walk up quietly, but I don't react. What will it
be? I know you well enough to expect a "sneak attack." Why do guys do
this? (Well, I guess I'm guilty on occasion myself.) Just when I'm
relaxed, reclined, letting the world disappear, somebody insists on
tickling me or dropping ice down my back! With a mental sigh, I brace
myself.
	Ah, yes. Of course. Ice - on my chest (because my back is 
against the lounger). You expect me to jump or scream, but I don't.
I won't. Instead ...
	"Mmmm ... feels good."
	Actually, it _does_ feel good; the cool, wet ice against my
baking skin. As it melts (quickly) and trickles down my cleavage, I
shade my eyes with my hand to look at you, as though I'm not sure who
you are.
	"Oh, hi! It's just you." I say with a smirk. "I thought it was
my other lover." (Oh how I love to tease you!)
	"What `other' lover?" you demand playfully, as you run the 
shrinking ice cube across my chest with your finger. The cold wetness
has caused my nipples to harden, quite obvious through the thin, soft
cotton of my top.
	"You know ...," I chide, "My other lover who does _nice_ things
for me."
	"Oh REALLY? Who is this guy?" 
	My top is getting very wet from my sweat and the melting ice.
A sudden breeze blows across me, causing me to shiver involuntarily. I
see your eyes sparkle with delight as you watch my breasts jiggle and
my nipples grow even harder.
	"BRR! Now I'm cold!" I fib, scowling, but enjoying your pleasure
to my body's reactions. I sit up, placing my feet on either side of the
lounger to rise, but you sit near the foot of the chair, sideways to me,
placing your hand on my bare thigh to keep me seated. 
	I watch your face, your eyes, as you appraise me - my tank top
rolled up to my breasts, my cut-off jeans unzipped and opened to allow
the sun to touch as much of me as possible without actually digging out
a bikini. These are my SHORT shorts. I don't wear them in public. 
Sitting as I am, I know without looking that my bush is quite visible
between my thighs, the denim hiding only the pinkness of my sex. I 
never wear panties with these shorts - that would be a contradiction!
This is the first time you've seen them.
	I knew you would enjoy this view, and your expression and 
straining shorts verify that fact. After a significant pause, during
which I pretend not to notice you staring at my body, you close your
mouth, recompose your face and look up to my eyes.
	"What `other' lover?" you repeat. "I'm nice to you."
	I grin at you like the imp that I am and reply,
	"You're not my `nice' lover, you're my `nasty' lover!"
	"Is that so? What's the difference between nice and nasty here?"
	"Well, while you try to shock me by putting ice down my pants,
or tickling me, my `nice' lover would cool me when I'm hot and caress
me with gentle touches."
	"Hmph! You _like_ having ice on your skin?"
	I nod as you reach into the tumbler of iced tea you're holding
and fish out another piece of ice. I can feel my crotch start to warm 
with anticipation. Playing the game, though, I try to change the
subject....
	"So, how was your ride? How far did you get?" I ask as you begin
tracing the top curve of my breasts above the fabric with the ice.
	"Not more than 10 or 12 miles. Dave's bike got a flat and we didn't
have a spare." You have some trouble keeping your voice even as your eyes
watch my breasts twitch from the cold. My top is now soaked down to
my nipples and the cloth clings tightly to my skin. Another breeze
passes and a delicious shiver runs through me, so I lay back to steady
myself, not really meaning to pull away from your hand.
	"Is there any place else you need to be `cooled'?" You ask as
you retrieve another ice cube.
	I just shrug casually, but I watch intently as you bring your
hand toward my abdomen. As the first drops of water hit my skin, I 
gasp slightly, but I want to feel it - where will you touch it? 
Meanwhile, further `south' I can feel increasing warmth and swelling.
	You take your time, letting drops fall to my skin. The water
begins to pool at my navel, then rivulets roll down my side. I close my 
eyes and enjoy the delicate tickle of the cool drops, as you guide 
them downward. Then ... I feel a light touch ...
	Involuntarily, I jump, but with pleasure, not shock. I
realize it's not ice I feel ... cold, but not that cold. Your fingers -
inside my left thigh, near the crotch. Gently, your touch glides 
upward to the crease, then up and down along the crease. I let a soft
sigh escape. Edging slowly inward, you stroke the skin, then the
curly, trimmed hair of my bush. It dawns on me that my hands are
tightly gripping the arms of the lounger; I'm holding my breath. I
consciously force myself to breathe slowly, deeply. I can't quite
relax my arms, resisting my urge to press against your hand.
As you reach the denim, and a solitary finger slips underneath to
find the wetness, I again catch my breath with a whimper.
	"Oh my!" You are surprised to find how wet I am.
	I open my eyes to check your expression, although I know what
I'll see. Your eyes sparkle with delight and your face is gently 
serious with the hunger growing inside you. I lean forward, take the
beverage from you, take a sip and place the glass on the ground.
Then, with both hands I draw your face to mine and as our lips meet,
I share the cool tea with you. I let you swallow, then I slowly
search your mouth gently with my tongue. Your finger continues to
tease the wet silk under my jeans.
	Suddenly, you thrust your finger up inside me! I gasp and
break our lip-lock. I see a very determined look on your face, and
you see surprise and delight on mine. As you start moving in and out
and around inside me, I lie back and again grip the chair arms. Gawd,
it feels so good! I lie there moaning softly and raising my hips to
you, as you manage to add a second finger to your magic. My eyes
close, my mouth opens, I try to remain quiet while you do your best 
to make me scream! My breath comes in gasps and whimpers.
	I reach for your shirt to pull you to me, wanting to beg
you to take me in the house and fuck me; but you pull back and I
look to find you moving yourself down to lie across the foot of the
lounger. What are you going to do? You position your chest on the
chair, and reach up with your hand to pull me closer to your face!
Oh god! Are you going to eat me out here?? 
	"What are you doing?" I can barely whisper. "Let's go
inside, okay?"
	You shake your head and your lips form "no" ... and then 
you pull aside the thin denim hiding my sex, and your mouth comes
down hard on me. 
	"Hhhuunnhh! Oh god, I can't believe you're doing this!"
	I look around the yard to see if any of the neighbors can see,
but I know there's a six foot privacy fence, and strategically planted
trees to prohibit viewing. But, my god, I have an awful hard time 
being quiet when I'm cumming! What do you want me to do? Die of the
anxiety of being quiet, or make the neighbors think they should call 911??
	"Oh no! Baby! Please, let's go inside! Mmmmm ... please!"
	Your only response is to reach a hand up under my skimpy top
and start pinching my nipple! Flashes of heat and electricity flare
through me! That's it ... I don't care now! Oh god ... let 'em call
the fire department!
	"Unh! Oh shit ... you are WICKED!" I say breathlessly as I
grab a fistful of your thick, silky hair. I bite my lip and try to keep
my moans quiet. With my feet still on the ground, I can easily lift 
and tilt my hips against your face. You tug my shorts down off my ass
so they're scrunched up around my hips, allowing more slack at the
crotch. Your right hand pushes my tank top up, exposing my breasts
and my hard, hard nipples and you play back and forth between them.
Then, you focus more attention on my clit, starting to suck and nibble
on it ... suddenly thrusting two fingers from your other hand into
my dripping cunt!
	"AH!" I cry out, then more softly, "Oh! Mmmm ..."
	Then I realize you don't plan to let me maintain control!
	You start fucking me vigorously with your fingers, sucking
and rubbing my clit, pinching my nipples harder and harder! I'm
holding my breath, fighting the need to cry out ... my eyes are
squeezed so tightly shut, tiny tears start to roll from the corners;
but I can't resist! With one gasp and a long, deep groan, I let the
flood of ecstasy take over. 
	"OH! Hunh! Yyyeesss!" I cry out as softly as I can. I have
no idea how loud I am. All I know is it feels wonderful and I want 
more! 
	"Please, Baby ... come up here ..." I plead, trying 
to get you on top of me.
	You look up at me with the devil in your eyes, then slowly
lift your mouth from my cunt. Your face is glistening with my juice.
	"What do you want?" You ask, knowing perfectly well what the
answer is ... but you insist on hearing it.
	"You know ... please ... I want you."
	"But you `have' me, I'm right here."
	"I want you inside me."
	"I AM inside you ..." you claim with an emphatic thrust of
your fingers, as you work me a bit more intensely.
	My pleading pauses as I moan and writhe during this new wave
of ecstasy. I find myself thrusting against your hand; you now have
three fingers inside me, and your thumb is working my clit with an
amazing precision. Shudders of orgasm flow through me! My breathing 
is limited to gasping and groaning ... and as I peak, a long low
growl escapes my throat.
	"Oh, GOD!" I finally gasp, after catching my breath a bit.
"Damn you ... the way you make me crazy!"
	You laugh softly, "I like making you crazy. Do you want more?"
	I look at you with glazed eyes. 
	"What do you think?"
	I reach down and remove your hand from my cunt (noticing my 
fingers are slightly cramped from their tight grip on the chair arms).
My juice is dripping from your fingers, and I lick the sweetness off
them, as I pull you up to me. This time you cooperate. I know you
want it, too. As I draw your mouth to mine, your body settles onto me,
fitting perfectly. Your bulging crotch presses against my swollen mound,
and you grind against me as our tongues caress. 
	"I want you to fuck me," I whisper when we break our kiss.
	"Do you want to go inside?" 
	"I don't care anymore ... no one can see ... fuck me out here."
	You search my eyes to see if I'm serious. I am. I slide my hands
down to your waist. You lift up enough to allow me access and I unbutton
and unzip your shorts. Your throbbing cock is poking out from the top of
your briefs, and the pre-cum has created quite a spot on your shorts. I
push your pants (both pair) down just far enough to accommodate our needs,
which means about to the bottom of your sweet little ass. 
	With some squirming and struggling, we manage to get my skimpy
shorts down past my knees, so I can spread my legs and take you inside.
	Finally, I feel your hardness press against my wet, open cunt and
enter me with barely any resistance. As horny and lathered as I am, you're
still thick enough to create excellent friction to my tight pussy. We both
let out a sigh as the tension is relieved. Damn ... it feels so good to
have you inside me! 
	You pause there, we both enjoy the "rush" of the first few 
seconds of our union, then you start to slowly slide out and in. My
hands are on your tight butt cheeks, squeezing slightly as you move 
back and forth. I love to feel your ass tighten as you move. I look up at
your face ... your eyes are closed as you focus on the sensations in your 
body, your expression is that strange look of pain and pleasure ... the
intensity of sex is so powerful, I know what you feel is not pain.
	You sense me watching you and you open your eyes. We speak to 
each other without words, declaring our love and passion ... then I lift
my mouth to yours and we kiss deeply again as our hips grind together.
	We make love slowly and sweetly for a long time, till the feelings
intensify to the point of no return. I draw my knees back as far as possible
(somehow my shorts have slipped off completely) and you straighten your arms,
lifting your torso off of me, focusing the intensity and pressure on our
groins. Our sounds become animal ... grunts and groans, gasps, cries ... as
the passion increases and the climax approaches. 
	Suddenly I feel it ... the tingling wave of a powerful orgasm ...
as it begins to build. I look into your eyes just before I roll my head back,
and ...
	"OhGawdYes! OhGawdYes! YES! YES! BABY! ..."
	You thrust harder and harder as I cum, making my climax last as long
as possible ... then just as I start to come down I feel your body tense,
and you groan as you explode inside me! Oh yes! I wrap my legs around you
and lift my hips to you, trying to take you deeper into me, as I feel your
cock pulsing with orgasm. Your entire body is tight, your eyes squeezed shut,
your jaw clenched ... it seems to last a long time. Gradually you start to
relax ... your face, your legs ... then you lay yourself down on me and try
to catch your breath.


	As we reassemble ourselves to decency, it becomes apparent we've 
been out in the sun awhile ... the backs of your legs, my shins and face, are
quite pink and will soon be tender. Time to move indoors and begin smearing 
on tons of lotion.
	Hmmm ... thoughts of luscious indoor activities begin ... =)

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