The mid-afternoon air was hot and muggy when I opened the door from the bedroom out to the back deck. A light breeze cooled the sweat that instantly coated our naked bodies in a thin sheet of salty moisture. He reached around me and quickly squeezed my breasts before leaning down to kiss and nibble at my neck. As he pressed against me, I felt that his cock was already rigid with excitement at the business we were about to undertake. I giggled and pulled away to step gingerly across the deck. With my tender, bare feet I carefully avoided the relentless carpet of leaves, pine needles, cypress cones, and other tree shrapnel littering the boards.
Before I could reach the stairs, he gently pushed me against and over the rail so that I was looking down into the yard. My nipples and breasts were crushed against the rough wood and the sensation sent a gush of wetness to intermingle with the sweat already dripping down my legs. His fingers probed to test the wetness and find my clit. I moaned and shivered despite the heat outside.
“Patience, my love,” I panted at him. (more…)