A Summer Saturday Morning

The mid-morning sun felt good on your naked skin, warm and relaxing. Have to be careful, though, even with the SPF 15 he'd liberally rubbed onto your back, ass, and legs. He had been right, it was going to take some getting used to, living out here in the desert. 10:15, and it was already 96 degrees headed for 105 according to the forecast. The sun, too, felt different, somehow more intense in this climate. Strange. Back in Ohio 96 felt awful; here it didn't. Ten percent humidity compared to 75 percent was why, he'd explained. "This summer you'll think 100 degrees is hot, in a couple of years it'll just be a pleasant day. Your body acclimates to it."

Your reverie was suddenly broken by the sound of him diving into the pool. Maybe I should be helping with the yardwork, you thought, feeling a slight twinge of guilt. But hell no! Hadn't he run that damned lawnmower at six o'clock this morning? Woke you from a sound sleep, too. You grinned. That's okay. He'd missed a great masturbation session while he was out doing the lawn. Up and back across the back yard while your fingers had glided up and back across your swollen clit, almost in time with the sound of the lawnmower going from one end of the yard to the other in the beginning, then faster and faster until you'd exploded in a strong orgasm. The second one had come a few minutes later, just as strong, and as you'd lain there, smiling, you'd become aware that the lawnmower had stopped, and you'd wondered if by chance he'd looked in the bedroom window and watched. Or could he have seen anything from outside? You'd made a mental note to check, to prepare for another such day.

"Better turn over, Hon," he called out. "That's half an hour on that side. And put plenty of sunblock on - wouldn't want to burn the goodies."

Half an hour! Hurriedly you rolled onto your side and sat up. Must have dozed off for a few minutes there, you thought. You reached for the lotion, then decided to hit the pool instead. Jump in, swim over to him, and tantalize him with those goodies. Maybe even tell him what he'd missed this morning. What he could have watched if he'd stayed in bed instead of getting out so early. And then take his hand and guide it to your puss, to feel his strong fingers rubbing what you'd rubbed, God, almost four hours ago already? Yeah. Let him feel what you'd played with earlier. Let him rub your clit while you teased that beautiful cock of his to life. You smiled, got up, and headed for the pool.

***

It hadn't gone as well as you'd planned. Oh, it had started out well, and his fingers had felt good, rubbing your puss. Almost demanding, in fact. And he had been shaping up nicely, too. Another minute and you'd have slipped his swimming suit down, to get better access to his growing cock.
But you'd also cringed a bit when he pulled you closer to him. Your back was tender. You knew you'd really have to watch it, shorter tanning sessions than you were used to. And then the phone had rung, and he'd gotten out of the pool to answer it. Damned office! Why should he have to be on call anyway? And why did they demand he respond so quickly? Nobody was going to look at any of the reports until Monday anyway.

"Gonna have to dial in and have a look, Hon," he'd said. "Nothing major, but I'd better check it out. Think I'll take a shower and a nap when I get done. Don't stay out too long now, okay?"

"Okay," you'd responded as he disappeared into the house. Damn. You'd splashed around in the pool for a while, letting the water cool you down a bit before getting out and heading back to the towel-draped lounge. Quickly you rubbed sunscreen onto your body, paying particular attention to your breasts and genitals. There was an advantage to having your own pool, in that you could get an all-over tan, but you really did have to watch certain areas, especially with a shaven puss. You lay down on the lounge, allowed yourself a very carefully monitored fifteen minutes, and then you got up to head inside.

As you finished gathering up your things you glanced toward the bedroom window. Wouldn't be able to see much through that lace curtain, you decided, even if the mini-blinds were open. You started to turn away when you caught a movement out of the corner of your eye. The curtain and mini-blinds extended just beyond the edge of the window, and you could see into the bathroom between the blinds and the edge of the window. Not a big opening, but enough.

He was standing at the sink, naked now, masturbating. Leaning down and forward a bit, his balls resting on the edge of the countertop. He'd obviously be at it for a few minutes, because he was stroking hard and fast, and you could see the effort reflected in the tenseness of his body. You tried to shift a bit, to somehow improve your view, but it wasn't to be. You had to settle for the angle you had. Thank God he was using his right hand, so you could at least see part of his cock. And thank goodness, too, your angle allowed you to see the end of that beautiful tool of his, for at that moment he came. Thick white globs of cum spurted out into the sink as you watched. You shuddered, remembering the cum that had gushed out, just as strong, just as much, from that very same cock the night before. Hot and salty, spurting with the same force against the roof of your mouth, wave after wave until you'd thought he'd never stop, that if he didn't stop soon you'd surely choke.

He was finished now, and as he reached for a tissue to clean up the sink you realized your hand had found its way to your pussy, and your fingers had begun the effort needed to bring you to your third orgasm of the day.

You smiled. It wasn't going to take much longer. And he was at the window now, watching you.