Summer Lovers
Not my best writing, but the heat got me thinking smutty things. ;)
Sandy woke from his slumber, tangled in the expensive sheets that covered him and irritated by the summer heat. His tanned skin was covered in a sticky sweat that soaked into the sheets underneath him. The air was thick and muggy, even inside the house, and he longed for a cool breeze to bring him some comfort. He rolled over expecting to find the familiar form of Kirsten next to him and was surprised to find an empty space. He used the excuse to stretch out his toned body, taking a moment to admire his own physique, glad he had kept up the surfing all these years.
He pulled himself up to sitting, throwing his legs off the edge of the bed and standing upright. He wore only boxer shorts and even those felt restricting during the hot nights. His eyes lingered on the bathroom door, imagining the cold water of the shower running over his body. Maybe Kirsten could be persuaded to take a late night shower?
He wandered down the hallway and through the house, guessing that she would have retreated to the kitchen. He was right. He saw her immediately - well, only her legs, which poked out from behind the open refrigerator door, keeping her upper body hidden as she leaned in to cool down her body. Her slender legs were pale in the dark kitchen and his eyes traced them down to the tiles of the kitchen floor and back up to the top of her thighs.
Kirsten heard him sigh and peered around the refrigerator door, her body heating up as Sandy’s eyes burned her. She was wearing only a tank top and knickers, and Sandy felt his dick twitch as his eyes soaked up every inch of bare skin that she flashed. Her hair was tied back, free from the back of her neck, a few loose strands swept across her forehead and stuck there by the beads of sweat. She saw him shift his body weight and her eyes swept down his body to his boxers which were starting to bulge. She arched a single eyebrow.
Sandy didn’t speak as he approached her. Kirsten watched him as he walked behind her, his arms slipping around her as he reached for a bottle of cold water. Kirsten’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his warm breath on her neck and his hardening cock against her ass. He pressed it purposely against her, his spare hand running around the top of her thigh. His thumb teased its way under the edge of her knickers, caressing the coarse hairs that were hidden under the cotton.
Sandy lifted the sports cap of the water bottle with his teeth and took a gulp, appreciating the ice cold liquid that ran down his throat and cooled his inside. He tipped the bottle slightly, watching as a few small droplets of water fell onto Kirsten’s shoulder and trickled down her back. Kirsten shivered, closing her eyes. Sandy swallowed another mouthful of water and pressed his cold lips immediately against the back of Kirsten’s neck. Kirsten sighed under the cold pressure. Her hands gripped the shelves of the refrigerator as she knew she was completely under his control.
She pushed her ass backwards into his groin, rubbing it against his cock, urging it to harden a little more. Sandy’s mouth moved to her ear and he nibbled lightly. Kirsten let out a small moan of delight. Sandy’s hand now cupped her sex, rubbing his fingers against her knickers and feeling the warm wetness soak through the thin material.
He moved his hand away suddenly and freed his other of the water bottle, running both hands over her hips before lifting the tank top over her head. He ran his hands down the soft skin of her back, dropping his head to leave a trail of kisses down her spine. When he reached the top of her knickers he paused, knowing the wait would tease her, before stripping her of her knickers and continuing the trail over her butt cheeks. He heard her sigh with enjoyment as his hands rubbed her thighs.
The refrigerator rattled as Kirsten’s hands flailed uncontrollably as Sandy inserted two fingers into her vagina without warning, rubbing her g-spot. His tongue ran lightly over her anus. Kirsten felt her knees shake.
Without just as much warning, Sandy took his fingers away and stood up behind her, leaving a gap between their bodies, teasing her again. Kirsten tried to catch her breath, spying something in the refrigerator that brought a smile to her face. She reached into the ice box and popped an ice cube into her mouth. She turned to face her husband, smiling with her mouth closed as she hid her secret from him.
Kirsten ran the tips of her nails down his chest, slipping her fingers under the elastic of his boxers and stripping him of them easily. His dick was still hard and she grabbed hold of it, stroking it slowly. Sandy bent forwards to kiss her and Kirsten dodged his lips, smiling secretively. She dropped her head to his chest and started to kiss a trail down his stomach. Sandy gasped in surprise at the ice cold kisses that she left on his body. She knelt before him, his erect dick in front of her. She didn’t hesitate before wrapping her lips around his manhood and sucking him, the ice cube sliding up and down his shaft. She heard him curse under his breath.
She blew him until he was almost ready to come, before taking her mouth away. The ice cube had melted in her mouth and she swallowed the cold water that remained. She stood up to face Sandy, who moved towards her immediately, crashing her against the open refrigerator. Kirsten could feel his hard cock rubbing against her sex, eager to enter her. Sandy wrapped his hand around her waist and lifted her up, pinning her against the refrigerator. He thrust his cock into her and Kirsten’s body slammed against the contents of the refrigerator. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
It didn’t take long for both of them to come together. As Kirsten’s walls tightened around Sandy’s cock, he pushed even harder and exploded inside of her. They cried out simultaneously before slumping together. Kirsten kept her legs locked around Sandy’s waist, running her hands through his hair as she steadied her breathing. Their eyes locked on each other and Kirsten dropped her head to finally embrace him in a deep kiss. She rested her forehead against his and their noses rubbed together.
“What are you doing up so late?” Kirsten asked.
“I wondered if you wanted to share a cold shower with me?” Sandy grinned. Kirsten shared his smile.
“I think that sounds like a great idea.”
Sandy woke from his slumber, tangled in the expensive sheets that covered him and irritated by the summer heat. His tanned skin was covered in a sticky sweat that soaked into the sheets underneath him. The air was thick and muggy, even inside the house, and he longed for a cool breeze to bring him some comfort. He rolled over expecting to find the familiar form of Kirsten next to him and was surprised to find an empty space. He used the excuse to stretch out his toned body, taking a moment to admire his own physique, glad he had kept up the surfing all these years.
He pulled himself up to sitting, throwing his legs off the edge of the bed and standing upright. He wore only boxer shorts and even those felt restricting during the hot nights. His eyes lingered on the bathroom door, imagining the cold water of the shower running over his body. Maybe Kirsten could be persuaded to take a late night shower?
He wandered down the hallway and through the house, guessing that she would have retreated to the kitchen. He was right. He saw her immediately - well, only her legs, which poked out from behind the open refrigerator door, keeping her upper body hidden as she leaned in to cool down her body. Her slender legs were pale in the dark kitchen and his eyes traced them down to the tiles of the kitchen floor and back up to the top of her thighs.
Kirsten heard him sigh and peered around the refrigerator door, her body heating up as Sandy’s eyes burned her. She was wearing only a tank top and knickers, and Sandy felt his dick twitch as his eyes soaked up every inch of bare skin that she flashed. Her hair was tied back, free from the back of her neck, a few loose strands swept across her forehead and stuck there by the beads of sweat. She saw him shift his body weight and her eyes swept down his body to his boxers which were starting to bulge. She arched a single eyebrow.
Sandy didn’t speak as he approached her. Kirsten watched him as he walked behind her, his arms slipping around her as he reached for a bottle of cold water. Kirsten’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his warm breath on her neck and his hardening cock against her ass. He pressed it purposely against her, his spare hand running around the top of her thigh. His thumb teased its way under the edge of her knickers, caressing the coarse hairs that were hidden under the cotton.
Sandy lifted the sports cap of the water bottle with his teeth and took a gulp, appreciating the ice cold liquid that ran down his throat and cooled his inside. He tipped the bottle slightly, watching as a few small droplets of water fell onto Kirsten’s shoulder and trickled down her back. Kirsten shivered, closing her eyes. Sandy swallowed another mouthful of water and pressed his cold lips immediately against the back of Kirsten’s neck. Kirsten sighed under the cold pressure. Her hands gripped the shelves of the refrigerator as she knew she was completely under his control.
She pushed her ass backwards into his groin, rubbing it against his cock, urging it to harden a little more. Sandy’s mouth moved to her ear and he nibbled lightly. Kirsten let out a small moan of delight. Sandy’s hand now cupped her sex, rubbing his fingers against her knickers and feeling the warm wetness soak through the thin material.
He moved his hand away suddenly and freed his other of the water bottle, running both hands over her hips before lifting the tank top over her head. He ran his hands down the soft skin of her back, dropping his head to leave a trail of kisses down her spine. When he reached the top of her knickers he paused, knowing the wait would tease her, before stripping her of her knickers and continuing the trail over her butt cheeks. He heard her sigh with enjoyment as his hands rubbed her thighs.
The refrigerator rattled as Kirsten’s hands flailed uncontrollably as Sandy inserted two fingers into her vagina without warning, rubbing her g-spot. His tongue ran lightly over her anus. Kirsten felt her knees shake.
Without just as much warning, Sandy took his fingers away and stood up behind her, leaving a gap between their bodies, teasing her again. Kirsten tried to catch her breath, spying something in the refrigerator that brought a smile to her face. She reached into the ice box and popped an ice cube into her mouth. She turned to face her husband, smiling with her mouth closed as she hid her secret from him.
Kirsten ran the tips of her nails down his chest, slipping her fingers under the elastic of his boxers and stripping him of them easily. His dick was still hard and she grabbed hold of it, stroking it slowly. Sandy bent forwards to kiss her and Kirsten dodged his lips, smiling secretively. She dropped her head to his chest and started to kiss a trail down his stomach. Sandy gasped in surprise at the ice cold kisses that she left on his body. She knelt before him, his erect dick in front of her. She didn’t hesitate before wrapping her lips around his manhood and sucking him, the ice cube sliding up and down his shaft. She heard him curse under his breath.
She blew him until he was almost ready to come, before taking her mouth away. The ice cube had melted in her mouth and she swallowed the cold water that remained. She stood up to face Sandy, who moved towards her immediately, crashing her against the open refrigerator. Kirsten could feel his hard cock rubbing against her sex, eager to enter her. Sandy wrapped his hand around her waist and lifted her up, pinning her against the refrigerator. He thrust his cock into her and Kirsten’s body slammed against the contents of the refrigerator. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
It didn’t take long for both of them to come together. As Kirsten’s walls tightened around Sandy’s cock, he pushed even harder and exploded inside of her. They cried out simultaneously before slumping together. Kirsten kept her legs locked around Sandy’s waist, running her hands through his hair as she steadied her breathing. Their eyes locked on each other and Kirsten dropped her head to finally embrace him in a deep kiss. She rested her forehead against his and their noses rubbed together.
“What are you doing up so late?” Kirsten asked.
“I wondered if you wanted to share a cold shower with me?” Sandy grinned. Kirsten shared his smile.
“I think that sounds like a great idea.”