My perfect day:
It starts about 6:30 on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Spring or fall. The rental houses are all occupied, no repairs needed, the day job is over for the week. The night before I had applied a heavy rub to a 10 pound pork shoulder and let it rest in the fridge overnight.
As the sun is coming up, I’m loading the charcoal and apple wood chunks into my Weber smoker. I light the charcoal, let the smoker settle down to temp, then put on the shoulder to smoke for the day. About 20 feet away from the smoker is a hammock; I stretch out with a book, relaxing and enjoying the early morning quiet.
About 9 or so, the door opens and my lady comes outside. Her hair is sleep-tousled, she’s wearing flip-flops and one of my work shirts. She sniffs the air, and at smiles as she smells the sweet wood smoke. She comes over to the hammock, leans over and kisses me.
“Good morning,” she says, in her soft, sultry voice. As she bends over, the work shirt opens up, and I see her fantastic, firm breasts. No bra, she prefers to not wear one around the house. The kiss is long, lingering; we break from the kiss and my hand slides under the shirt, but not to crudely grope her. Instead I softly stroke her lower back, gently caressing her.
I see her expression change become mischievous, and her hands begin to move down me. But where my touch was silky soft, hers is stronger: caressing my shoulders, my chest, my stomach… then with a wicked grin she caresses lower and lower.
My hand in turn begins to explore lower. She is wearing the soft cotton bikini panties I love; I love how they enhance the curve of her rump, and I absolutely love the feel of the soft, thin cotton as my fingers explore more private regions.
I hear the neighbors next door… but they’re on the other side of a 6 foot wood privacy fence. My lady hears them as well, and I see a daredevil expression come over her. She giggles as she works my shorts, then my briefs off me. Standing up, she slowly dances in place as she takes her bikini panties off. She eases her way onto the hammock, straddling me while unbuttoning the work shirt.
As she slides me inside her, my hands caress her breasts. She slowly rides me, the hammock gently swinging to and fro. We don’t say a word since we can hear the neighbors talking on the other side of the fence. The thrill of the near-public exposure is intoxicating!
It drives her crazy to stay silent and the pressure beings her closer and closer. She quickly reaches her orgasm: I feel her inner muscles clenching me, and I explode inside her! She collapses onto my chest with me still inside her, but I quickly soften and gently ease out. She lays against me with her eyes closed, the soft sounds of her breathing the only sound she utters.
After a few minutes, she raises her head and kisses me again, then we nestle together, her head on my shoulder, and gently swing in the morning breeze while the BBQ smokes away.