Summer Passion

Summertime with the weather being right and the breeze being fresh, the best moments between me and him occur.  I want his body as I watch him work, tending to the lawn mowing the grass as I wish he was mowing me. The fan blows on the front porch picking up the slack in between the wind. Fresh lemonade in the pitcher I call his name, "Thomas, would you like a glass?". He shuts his machinery off to come hither. I suck on the straw as he approaches, and with my lips pursed around the tip of it, he just smiles. He knows what's in my eyes as I look him over. His skin being sun kissed and lightly covered with sweat. He is all man, strong hands and build. I want his body pressed against mine, experiencing pure ecstasy in summer bliss. He leans over to whisper in my ear, but picks me up instead. Almost thrown over his shoulder, he carries to the bedroom and lays me down. No underwear in the summer time he goes to work on my pussy, tasting my juices instantly. His hunger for me is intoxicating, while my legs shake from the pleasure I am drunk in passion and peaking in climax over and over again. He has taken my lust and made it his. Getting one last shiver out before he rips my dress off completely. While I am naked and hungry for him, he turns it back to me and decidedly pins me back down only to undress his long throbbing dick. My eyes wide with excitement, he thrusts inside of me and filling in perfectly. Moans turning into screams of euphoria, my optimum excitement has been exceeded. What I thought would be my dominance in his pleasure turned out to be his plan of attack on mine. When he climaxes he pulls out and explodes his manly juice all on my stomach making me laugh and giggle. It was a welcome end to taste and see. Pulling up his pants he goes back to work grinning and satisfied while I go back to sip lemonade on the porch and watch him work.