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How about a hot, and by hot I mean erotic, summer flash fiction story to get you going?
All Summer Long
We were not in Alabama and far from seventeen. But, as Kid Rock screeched All Summer Long on the radio, I got ideas. Sweat beaded on my husband’s reddish-tan chest, running over tight abdominal muscles, soaking into the band of his paint and dirt covered work shorts which hung low on his waist. He caught me looking.
Smiling in a rather crooked way, he huffed, “The yard can wait.”
He turned with a grunt, grabbed the ice water I’d gotten him and disappeared behind the one closed garage door.
When I stepped inside, he grabbed my arm and turned me into him, his hand covering my mouth. As I struggled for air, his free hand worked around my tank to pull my bra free. After it fell, I felt the cold rush of his ice water over my chest.
My screech was stifled by the tight grip of his hand. Backing up on instinct, I felt his erection hard against my ass. The heat of the day radiated from his skin against my back as I watched my nipples pebble under my white tank top.
“Cooled down?” His voice was deep, his breath hot across my ear. I shivered.
I could only nod.
He grabbed at my breasts. Desire pooled deep in my stomach.
“Bend,” he demanded. I obeyed, laying over the front of his car. His free hand yanked my shorts and panties down over my nearing sun-burnt thighs. Then, I heard his pants hit the ground as well. Seconds later, I felt his knuckles and the head of his cock at my wet opening. As I imagined his big hand tight around his erection, my inner walls expanded around him.
A door slammed in the distance. My heart started hammering even harder.
“Come,” he hissed. The sudden invasion coupled with his anxious pace and fear of being caught, built the tension inside me from a fire to a near explosion.
His fingers moved between me and the car. Separating my folds and gathering my moisture there, they finally landed on my throbbing clit. Rapid thrusts pushed my engorged nub hard against the pads of his fingers. My taut inner muscles gave way to sparks of release, like fireworks shooting through my body. His hand at my mouth silenced my scream of pleasure. His chest fell to mine, and I heard his own quiet groans in my ear. His hot seed spilling into me set off another round tremors inside my body.
No sooner had our heat crescendoed than he pushed me down to kneeling behind the car—my wet nipples pressed against my hot thighs, my shorts still around my ankles, his legs against my bare ass. I heard his zipper seconds before I heard my neighbor’s voice.
“You got any energy left to help me a minute?”
I bit my lip not to giggle as the evidence of our moment trickled onto my thigh and I plotted future summer sexcapades.
THE END
A Few Summer Drink Recipes Just For Fun!
Sex in the Driveway. This version includes 1oz Blue Curacao, 1oz Peach Shcnapps, 2oz citrus vodka in a ice filled collins glass, where you then fill up the remaining space with Sprite. I'm not a big peach person, but I did enjoy my first drink with blue curacao on a recent cruise.
Sex in the Driveway. This version includes 1oz Blue Curacao, 1oz Peach Shcnapps, 2oz citrus vodka in a ice filled collins glass, where you then fill up the remaining space with Sprite. I'm not a big peach person, but I did enjoy my first drink with blue curacao on a recent cruise.
