It happened on one of those really hot August nights. My husband George and I both moved restlessly, unable to sleep, the sheets twisting damply around us. I turned my pillow over, hoping that the underside would be cooler. But it wasn’t.
“I’ve got an idea,” George finally said. “It’s too hot to sleep. I’m going outside to turn on the sprinkler. Wanna go play?”
The idea sounded wonderful, so I quickly agreed. Minutes later we were out in the backyard, scampering through the cool, fine spray, giggling like children to a chorus of crickets. The oversize T shirt that I had worn to bed was quickly soaking wet, just as George’s pajama bottoms were. Sudden inspiration caused us to shed our wet clothes and run back and forth through the sprinkler naked. The light, cool mist felt marvelous against my skin.
Arms spread wide, I stood directly in the soft shower, letting the water gather in droplets on my skin. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up to feel the mist against my cheeks. A moment later George moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned into him, dropping my hands to my abdomen. When I felt him nuzzle my neck, I turned my head upward to allow him to continue his gentle exploration. I couldn’t have said whether the shiver that ran through my body was caused by the cool water or George’s lips on my neck.
We stood there for long moments surrounded by the dancing water as he gently nibbled his way down my neck to the curve of my shoulder. With my back pressed tightly against him, I felt the hardness pressing against the cleft of my ass. When I arched my back slightly I felt the exhalation of his moan against my neck. His hands slid slowly upward from my waist to cup and lift my breasts. His thumbs skimmed my nipples, already hard from the cool water. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the smooth roundness of my breasts. I shivered, but remained still under his tantalizing touch.
There was something so sensual, so erotic, about standing naked in the night with the water washing over me that I gave myself up to the sensations I felt. George must have felt me relax. He moved his hips slightly, rubbing his hot cock against my receptive buttocks. I responded with another arch of my back. His hard cock then slid along the cleavage, hugged by the cheeks of my ass. We moved slowly against each other. At the same unhurried pace, his hand moved down my body.
George’s fingertips traced a circle around my navel before continuing their downward path. My breath quickened when his fingers encountered, then tangled in the hair at the juncture of my thighs. I gasped when he finally touched the sensitive nub at the top of my slit. He teased my clit lightly, gently rubbing it until I moaned and trembled.
His fingers delved lightly into the folds of my cunt, moving skillfully through the dampness. He moaned when he encountered the evidence of my arousal. He slid both hands to my hips, gripping me, urging me to arch more deeply. Then, bending his knees slightly, George angled his hips so that his hard cock slid between my pussy lips. I quickly sucked in my breath, then exhaled a soft moan. He continued to glide against me, not entering my pussy. At the height of each thrust, the head of his cock kissed my clit, sending spears of pleasure arching through me. Each thrust brought me another wave closer to my climax, the pressure building inside me almost unbearably. Then, suddenly, I was consumed by my orgasm. I cried out at the first strong pulse. I gasped and shuddered while wave after wave gripped me. When I quieted, he backed away. Then he turned me to face him.
He kissed me then. The deep, wet, soft kiss quickly sent desire spiraling back through me. He took me by the hand and led me to a lounge chair, where I lay down. I felt wonderful languid from my orgasm, yet tingling in anticipation of further lovemaking. I closed my eyes and sighed.
The sound of the sprinkler changed to that of a bottle of soda that had been shaken before opening as George unscrewed the sprinkler head. He came back to me soaked, his hair dripping. Our eyes had long since become accustomed to the light of the half moon, so when I opened my eyes I could see that he was smiling a sexy, masculine grin. I smiled back at him.
Still holding the hose, he knelt beside the lawn chair. He kissed me again. I reached over to grasp his erection, and he moaned into my mouth. I moved my hand over his silken prick, slowly stroking. He moved his hips in response, fucking my hand. I swallowed his next moan of pleasure with a soulful kiss.
Drawing a deep breath, George backed away from me. With his free hand he urged my thighs apart, opening and exposing my pussy to the night air. What he did next was wonderfully and completely unexpected. I gasped and nearly jumped out of the chair at the sudden rush of cold water on my cunt. Pausing to direct the stream of water away from me, he eased me back to a reclining position. I tensed, breathing fast and hard, waiting for him to do it again. At the next surge of cold water, I cried out. Again, he redirected the flow. This time he replaced the stream with his mouth. His lips and tongue were an incredibly warm contrast to the cold water. He nibbled at the lips of my cunt, drawing them into his mouth and sucking on them. His tongue flicked fast against my clit. I raised my hips in a silent plea to George to increase the pressure. But he backed away from me.
I started to protest, but my complaint changed to a cry of delight when I felt the rushing cold stream on my snatch again. This time George held the nozzle quite close to my pussy for long moments. The cold stream and the pulsing variations of the water pressure drove me wild. I felt as if I were going to come any moment. Then he again stopped. I was panting by then, nearly out of my mind in my desire to reach the final climax of the pleasure raking my body. George waited a moment before continuing, allowing me to gain a measure of control. Again, I luxuriated in the striking contrast of hot and cold as he replaced the water with his mouth and tongue. My clit by then was so sensitive that the mere touch of the tip of his tongue set me off thrashing and moaning. I was on the edge of orgasm when he stopped again.
One last time, George held the hose so that it nearly touched my cunt, almost fucking me with the jet of water. Then he moved it ever so slightly, so that the water pulsed against my clit. Within moments I was in the grasp of an incredibly intense orgasm that left me weak and shaking in its wake. Long minutes passed before I was aware of the world around me the croaking cries of crickets, accompanied by the sighing of the wind in the trees. I inhaled George’s scent, a lingering cologne, mixed with the musk of his sweat. I luxuriated in the touch of the gentle breeze on my wet skin.
George was still kneeling beside me, watching. I smiled at him and slowly rose from the lawn chair. Then l knelt in front of him. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, filling his mouth with slow thrusts of my tongue. He moaned, and I felt him tremble. I was eager to return the pleasure he had just given me. I urged him to lie back in the cool grass. He relaxed and clasped his hands behind his head, waiting to see what I was going to do for him.
I picked up the hose from where he had dropped it. I used my thumb to reduce the flow to a needle fine mist and sprayed it over his body. George leaped, but then forced himself to relax and enjoy it. I began by leaning over him and running my tongue across his lips. He moaned, opening his mouth for me to deepen the kiss. Instead, I lightly licked the corners of his mouth. Then I nibbled on his lower lip, and drew it into my mouth. I kissed his chin, then nibbled and licked my way down under his jaw and along his throat. He groaned and moved restlessly under my touch.
Continuing downward, I laved his nipple with my tongue. Like mine had been earlier, George’s nipples were already erect and hard and ultra sensitive from the cold spray. He groaned again, instinctively moving his hips in response. I continued to lick and nibble at his nipple as my hand crawled down his body. He sucked in his breath when he felt my fingertips lightly touch him at the base of his cock. Keeping my touch purposely light, I gently teased him with the tips of my fingers. The feather light touch seemed to inflame George. He cried out and arched his back.
My mouth left his nipple to follow the path down his body that my fingers had taken. He whispered an ecstatic oath when he felt my tongue delve into the indentation of his navel and swirl around. I continued to eat my way down his body. When my lips reached the base of his prick, I began to softly nibble my way up to the head. I heard him whisper yet another passionate expletive at the pleasure my mouth was giving him. When I reached the head of his prick, I teased the small opening at the tip with swift flicks of my tongue. He thrust his hips upward and urged me to get all of that swelling prick into my salivating mouth.
I traced around the ridge that ran under the head with my tongue, then took a long, catlike lick along the entire shaft. George hissed. I moved between his legs and urged them apart, then began to softly nuzzle his balls with my nose and lips. He cried out when he felt me take them gently into my mouth and softly suckle them. Grasping his cock, I slowly stroked him while my mouth continued its gentle play. His prick was incredibly hard now, like steel wrapped in the hot silk of his skin. I could no longer deny myself the pleasure of tasting his prick fully, so I took the cockhead into my mouth.
Bit by bit, he entered the wet warmth of my mouth. When the head kissed the back of my throat, I pressed it in even further, almost swallowing it. I could hear George whispering dirty words and moaning. The emptiness I felt when I pulled back until he had almost withdrawn was rewarded by the wonderful sensation of taking him into my mouth again. Then, once more, I resumed fucking him with my mouth slowly, lingeringly, oh so exquisitely.
When I felt him trying to sit up, I knew instinctively what George wanted most. I moved around and over him to straddle him backwards, head to toe. As I leaned over his body to take his cock back in my mouth, he reached up and spread the wet lips of my cunt. As he began to nibble at me, I moaned around his cock. It was sweet to feel his lips and tongue on my pussy and clit as I sucked his engorged, reddish prick. In the mutual giving and receiving of pleasure, each of us heightened the other’s sensations. Nothing could have been more erotic, more sensual, than this. The entire world now was reduced to the sensations coursing through our bodies.
George drew my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking luxuriously on the aroused flesh. In response, I took his cock deep into my mouth and sucked hard. He moaned against me, an erotic vibration that sent tremors through me and left me trembling. Gently, he rolled the nub of my clit between his lips, then teased it with the tip of his tongue. When I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and began to move it up and down to the same rapid rhythm as my sucking mouth, I tasted a small and spicy spurt of his warm pre come.
Nearing to his climax, George was moaning against me almost constantly now. The vibrating rumble of his moans drove me wild as I moved my hips to press my hot pussy even tighter around his tongue. His gasp drew a rush of air over me, brought me to the edge of orgasm. Engulfed by his own desire, he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth.
Suddenly, we both leaped over the edge. I felt George’s cock throb, and then tasted the first hot pulse of his come. When he poured his release into my mouth, I arched my back and convulsed against him as the intense waves of my orgasm tore through me. We both cried and shuddered and moaned, pleasure raking us both. Finally, we grew still.
I rolled over on my back in the grass. It felt cool beneath me. Silently, we watched the stars, reaching out to occasionally touch, caress. We dozed. Then, much later, we hooked up the sprinkler again and ran back and forth through the spray.
M.K., Rome, Georgia