4 comments/ 59943 views/ 4 favorites A Summer Heat By: Stephen7Redo Three mornings into their vacation, Mary Ann changed into still another new bathing suit. Donnie had seen her in two new ones already this week. When Mary Ann came downstairs and entered the beach house living room, Donnie's reaction did not disappoint her. "Whoa!" Donnie blurted out as he looked up over his laptop. "You like, huh?" Mary Ann pranced up in front of the couch, doing a short pose, her bare toes curling in the pile rug. "Uh, yeah!" Donnie smiled. He could not believe how much of his lovely wife this new suit revealed. It barely covered her more than ample bosom. "You look absolutely scrumptious." Mary Ann had felt fairly sexy as she was looking at herself in the mirror just a moment ago. Now she felt deliciously sexy getting this wonderful attention from her husband. "So you really like it?" Mary Ann asked once more. "The suit, oh yea, that, too." Donnie joked, meaning it about the suit, but knowing he loved how good it made her look. He got up off the couch and went to her. "Of course, you may want to apply some extra lotion to the new areas of skin that are going to be exposed with this latest suit." "Maybe I'll let you do all the lotioning when the time comes, studly." They embraced and kissed. The morning was starting off well they both thought to themselves. * * * * * The rest of the morning was very relaxing as they waded in the warm ocean, hunted for seashells and now sat on the beach. Mary Ann finished the book she had started on the drive down and had started another one. Donnie tried to read the book he had started this morning, but the distractions overwhelmed him. Mostly it was the lovely lady next to him. Even without that tantalizing new suit, she did wonders for his male libido. Of course, every now and then a bouncy young woman or two happened by that took his eyes away from the pages of his paperback. Donnie knew Mary Ann had noticed his roving eye, but his playful kisses and equally roving hands upon her body every so often seemed to make everything all right. At least he got no verbal complaints from her all morning. On one particular occasion though, maybe after accomplishing the feat of reading a straight ten pages, he noticed someone new moving down toward the shore. He sat up, without moving his book away from his face and watched as a young woman stopped at the edge of the water, just down the sand from where he and Mary Ann sat. He watched as the woman slipped the pack she carried off her back and produced a blanket which she proceeded to unfold and spread on the hot sand. Then without warning, she pulled her simple cotton cover dress over her head. Donnie felt his breath go with that dress, as his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. Then he realized just what he was doing. He inched the book up further in front of his face and took a glance over in the direction of his wife. The coast was clear. Mary Ann was completely engrossed in her own book. He turned his gaze back down toward the shore. What a sight! Having doffed the white cotton sheath of a dress this young lady revealed the smallest of bikinis. At least the smallest Donnie had ever seen. Maybe it was much more noticeable because her body was amply and finely proportioned. It was hard not to look at this woman and not think beauty. Her rounded shoulders slid into full breasts held in place by two very small patches of black material. As he watched her turn he saw her particularly firm buttocks slightly spilled out of the bottom of her suit, almost with a casual sexiness. She circled her blanket, straightened the wrinkles and gently curled herself to the ground, cross-legged. Donnie continued to watch over the top edge of his paperback. The young woman yawned and stretched out under the golden rays of the near midday sun. That sun appeared to caress every luxurious inch of her exposed skin. He surmised she had either been at the beach for some time already or had gotten a head start on that deep tan back home at the local pool or tanning salon. As he continued to watch, the lady stranger reached into her pack and pulled out a book of her own. She sat there, still cross-legged, and opened to her bookmark. His own book forgotten by now, Donnie felt a twinge of guilt, enough of one to crook his eyes over to look at his wife again. He was afraid to make any sound that would alert her to his momentary lapse of husbandly judgment. Yet, he was certain the guilty beat of his racing heart must have been audible to her and nearly anyone within just a few yards of him sitting in his short beach chair. Feeling what he assumed was that small measure of guilt didn't corral his temptations though. He averted his eyes back down over his paperback and on down the sand to the young woman. She had lain back while he had glanced away. As she continued to read, her left hand rose and lay across her bare stomach. With her head turned away from him he looked down over her body and watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath. To say her top was amply filled was an understatement, he thought to himself. The girl may have been petite, but proportionally, her chest was extraordinarily well displayed in that snug bikini top of hers. Suddenly, she sat up. Donnie jerked at the suddenness, his book nearly falling out of his sweaty hand. But he continued to watch as she splayed open her own book on the blanket and then she reached behind her back with both hands to pull on the tie of her top. For a brief moment he could see the barer crescents of the sides of her breasts as she loosened it. In one fluid motion, she took the ties in a single hand, swung her legs around and laid flat on her stomach. The hand released the top and she lay there bared but not exposed. He closed his eyes tight. What kind of husband was he? It was but for a second, an unreal fantasy being borne out in front of him. Only somehow he wondered in that brief moment if his direct stare on her chest had actually caused her to move and rearrange as she just had. It was a ridiculous thought, but one that teased at his testosterone-filled ego a bit. When he felt he could open his eyes to reality, he shifted his gaze again back over to Mary Ann. Coincidentally or truly on purpose, his sights settled right on her breasts. He smiled at his obvious weakness. 'Okay I'm a breast man!' He admitted to the lecherous man inside his head. Even without looking back down the beach he knew his girl was much fuller up top than the young thing lying on the sand. That stranger just looked so big because the rest of her was so small. But as he continued to stare over at his wife, he knew one thing; the valley between those beautiful features of hers was a place he was always eager to visit. As if on cue, Mary Ann's hand raised and adjusted her shoulder strap. He jumped involuntarily again, this time he did drop his book. "What's the matter? Too much suntan lotion on your fingers?" Mary Ann's question came to him as an added shock. "Huh?" He raised his gaze and caught hers as she stared at him over her shades. "What, oh no, just kind of dozed I guess." 'Man, what a lie.' He was not being that bad, but he knew he was making it worse fibbing like that. He could feel the blood fill his cheeks as he knew he was blushing. Maybe she wouldn't notice, what with the tan he had gotten already this week and the glare of the sun on them both. "Getting old and needing your midday nap I guess." Mary Ann retorted. "That and having had a woman wear this old body out night after night since we've been here." Donnie shot back. He tossed some sand up with his toes and it fell across her shins. "Oh right, must be more like you sneaking out in the middle of the night or sneaking a woman in, I sure don't seem to be all worn out like that. Maybe we ought to curtail our late night activities if it's going to cause you to sleep during our valuable beach time." Mary Ann leaned down and scraped the sand off her skin where it stuck to the tanning oil. Donnie's jaw dropped once again, this time at the sight of his wife's very ample cleavage on display. Bent over like that, with her swimsuit gaping generously, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Yep, my baby can still get me going! Donnie heard that little voice speak again inside his head. "Since when have I complained about not getting enough sleep in exchange for our catching up on our lovin'? I'll keep my yawns to myself over here and if I nap a bit, it will only benefit you tonight." He kicked up more sand. "Yea, yea. As usual all talk." She ignored the sand on her legs this time. "Just let me read these last few chapters in peace and we'll see about lunch." She went back to her book. Donnie just grinned and went back to his own. Not five minutes had elapsed when he found he could not help himself. He looked back up over his book and down toward the shore. There she still lay on her blanket, only now her hands were gliding swiftly over her back and sides. He realized she was applying suntan lotion. He watched as she reached back with both hands and tugged on her bikini bottom. It pulled up tight between her cheeks. She applied another generous amount of lotion to the lighter but still somewhat tanned skin back there. She tossed the bottle back into her backpack and then settled down onto the blanket once again. She closed her eyes this time. Donnie just stared, thinking that the sun seemed almost to worship her body, instead of the other way around. She lay there soaking up its offered radiant heat. The sight was nearly enough to make him realize maybe he was letting this young woman get to him more than he should. He shook his head, smiled and looked back at his wife. Busted! Mary Ann had her book in her lap and her arms crossed atop it. They looked at each other in silence for a moment. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" She accused her husband. "What?" He did not fake innocence very well, either in tone or facial expression, not around Mary Ann especially. "Why don't you just go on down and help her apply that lotion of hers." Mary Ann nodded down toward the girl. "Looks as if right now, with all that skin of hers showing, your hands could cover more of her body than her bikini does." "Aw, come on that's not fair, I, well, I..." He couldn't think of a better come back. Mary Ann just shook her head, smiled and went back to reading her book. Donnie smiled, shook his head in shame and went back to his own paperback. Whether it was the verbal scolding or the book he read got much better, he didn't look back down the sand for some time. When he did, the young lady was gone. It was just as well he thought, 'better to admire the woman I can really be with rather than dote on about a bikini-clad girl I'd never see again'. After lunch they were back in their beach chairs soaking up some more sun. Donnie had turned his chair around to watch one of several matches at the closest of the six or so sand volleyball courts. Volleyball was a very popular sport at this particular beach and Donnie loved to play himself. He had played in school and always volunteered for any pick up game around the neighborhood, church or anywhere the chance arose. It was incredible how all these people playing today looked like they were in such good shape. He knew, from his time of playing on the soft sand, that it helped you build muscle tone in your legs. However, he never remembered girls or guys having bodies like this in his day. He liked to think he was toned like that back then. Not that he had gotten all that flabby in his mid-forties, he told himself. He still worked out regularly. It was just different being on the beach all the time though. He could tell it in looking at the young guys playing here today. Some of them must have lived at the beach. He watched as a rather tall guy went up for a spike. He admired the extension the guy got, just as he slammed it. Thunk! Something hit him in the back of the head. It was another volleyball. It glanced off and landed between him and Mary Ann. Donnie rubbed the back of his head with one hand and scooped up the ball with the other. As he turned to see where the errant ball had come from, he saw a young woman come running over from the next net area. To his surprise it was the same girl he had been eyeing very keenly only a couple of hours ago. Whether from the adrenaline pumping over the fever of the action around him or the renewed excitement he felt upon seeing this young girl again, he stood and tossed the ball up. With the familiar flick of thumbs and wrist, he set it perfectly over to the approaching girl. She caught it above her head. "Hey, thanks." She hollered back and smiled at Donnie. He watched as she trotted back through the sand. He could not help but notice her bottom rock back and forth, as she ran. It was somewhat difficult not to notice her in that tiny bikini she barely wore. His attention now not so curiously changed from the one court to the other. The guy with the incredible spike had strength and style, but this girl had, well, okay he admitted to himself more attractive qualities. He knew there was something else, too. He just could not put his finger on it. Yes, she did look good but he also quickly learned she actually played very well. He watched the game for only a couple of minutes and seriously thought it was a better group of players overall than the first anyway. Of course, it still did not hurt one of the better players was the very same petite young lady he had had a fixation on earlier. He watched her, and her short frame -- five-one at best -- giving even most of the taller guys a run for their money. Of course, he did catch a lot of them spending too much time staring at her body rather than worrying about returning her volleys. When she would jump or dive after the ball in that skimpy bikini all the guys tended to freeze for just a fraction of a second as her top bounced back into place. Not real noticeable, but obvious to one man that had been distracted for a much longer period of time. He smiled both inside and out. "Think your eyes are getting a good workout there?" Mary Ann's voice called out to him. "What, oh - no I'm just watching the action." He acknowledged, barely turning back to look at Mary Ann. She knew what he was doing. "Oh, I can see the action you're eyeballing." She said as she nodded toward the volleyball court and the obviously buxom young woman. "Come on. Okay so I looked in her direction a little bit." He turned all the way around to look at his wife now. "But I still would rather look in your direction any day." He rubbed a hand up her leg, leaned over, and blew her a kiss. "Think you can sweet talk your way out of having been caught again, huh?" "I can only give it my best try." He said blowing her another kiss. Then he sat up straight. "Besides I don't think you've been a little miss innocent yourself this afternoon. You can't tell me you haven't done a little peeking. I saw your eyes stray over the top of that book more than once. And it wasn't in my direction." "Who me?" Mary Ann batted her eyes and smiled. "Yea, you. You little hussy." "Okay guilty as charged. So what? There's a tanned hard body or two out here worth looking at," Mary Ann smirked, "present company included." "Now look who's talking their way out of trouble." Donnie grinned and shoveled sand with his toes onto her ankles. "I wish you'd stop that." Mary Ann said as she brushed off what she could with her toes. Then she sat up straighter in her own chair. "Why, you," Donnie got ready to grab for Mary Ann, when he saw out of the corner of his eye someone coming up to their blanket. He turned back and saw it was the young woman who had caused all this talk to begin with. "Excuse me, my name is Lisa." She held out her hand to Donnie. He hesitated, seeing the small hand in front of him. He finally reached up and took hers in his large palm and shook. "I'm Don." He said and stood, his over six-foot frame keenly overwhelmed her. The smile he received was almost as warm as the touch of her fingers. The trance lasted several seconds. "Oh, and this is my wife, Mary Ann." He turned aside and motioned to his half-smiling wife. Lisa reached down and shook Mary Ann's outstretched hand. "Hi, nice to meet you, Mary Ann." Lisa turned and looked back up at Donnie. "The guys and I were wondering if you would like to join us for a game. I noticed how you set the ball back to me earlier. It looked like you've definitely played the game before." Lisa spoke, the beaming youthful smile never leaving her face. "Well, I don't know --" Donnie stammered. "May I borrow your husband for just a little while, Mary Ann?" Lisa asked as she turned and looked down at her. "Oh, go ahead Donnie," Mary Ann answered for him. "You know you want to." She turned to look at Lisa. "Lisa, he has played before. He played in high school and college. He's also done his time on this beach and others, too." Donnie looked back over his shoulder at Mary Ann and shrugged. He was by no means expecting something like this. Mary Ann shrugged hers and grinned back at him. He looked back down at the young woman. "Okay, maybe a game or two." "Well, great then 'Donnie', come play with us." She grabbed for his hand and before he knew it, she led him on over to the playing area. Mary Ann watched her husband walk off with the girl. She knew this would make his vacation. Probably make him feel young again. Not just being asked by an obviously more than attractive young thing to join her, but being around all those young people and playing a sport he loved. She watched as her 'old guy' fit right into the rotation. Within the first volley he bumped it up, was set and slammed a shot with such force, it literally knocked one of the opposing guys back. He came back to high fives all around. He looked over at Mary Ann and smiled. Mary Ann smiled and watched him play on. She was happy, indeed happy for her husband. He was playing one of his favorite sports and actually hanging in there with the young kids at that. Actually, she was feeling a little younger today herself. She really had noticed the flattering glances she was getting from the young comely guys that strolled by. Maybe the two of them were still not so old after all. * * * * * After three grueling matches, Donnie had had enough. He and Lisa walked back over to the blanket where Mary Ann now lay on her stomach reading her book. Donnie practically fell down, sprawling out on the blanket. "Whew, what a workout." Donnie said a little winded. "Your husband here can still kill'em, Mary Ann." The girl said as she knelt down on the lower edge of their blanket. "I figured he could. Of course, now it will take a week's worth of rubdowns to work the soreness out of those tired muscles, ones that haven't been used in some time." She said looking down at Donnie's sweaty, panting body. "And I'll love every minute of it." He sat up a little and pulled on Mary Ann's arm enough so they could kiss. "Where are you guys vacationing from?" Lisa asked as she settled herself down into a cross-legged position on their blanket. "Just a few hours northwest of here, in Northern Virginia." Mary Ann answered for them both. She really was not sure Donnie was able to answer, as hard as he was breathing. "Oh, is it anywhere near I-81 or I-66?" Lisa asked. "We live just east of there." "I've been up through there more than a few times going home to visit my parents in Ohio." Lisa said in her deep but bubbly voice. "I'm here on a break from summer school at college. I'm trying to rush through my first two years, hoping to get my Engineering degree a little quicker." A Summer Heat "Hey, Lisa!" A male voice called out from across the sand. "Come on we're going to play another match." Lisa waved back. "Come on Donnie, let's go do it again." Lisa said as she reached for Donnie's hand and stood. "No, oh no. That's enough for one day. You go ahead." He pulled his hand back. "Aw come on, just one more match." Lisa pleaded. "I think you better try and do without me. I'm not getting off this blanket for a while longer. You wore this old body out." Donnie settled back in a prone position beside his wife. "Okay, but we'll miss your kills. See ya!" Lisa bounded back up the sand. "Sweet girl." Mary Ann commented. "Yea, sweet, pretty and too full of energy." Donnie added, as his eyes closed trying to relax. "And you wish you could have that sweet, pretty, young energy all over you, don't you?" Mary Ann chided. "What?" Donnie quickly opened his eyes and looked up at her through the glare of the sun. "What are you talking about? I don't need sweet young stuff like that when I have the spicy hot stuff right here." He reached over and tweaked her through her suit. "Hey!" Mary Ann shoved his hand away. "You better be glad you didn't say 'old' stuff. You wouldn't have had any 'stuff' for an awful long time if you had." "If anybody is old right now, it's me." He rolled over onto his stomach. "Oh, that hurts." As he rubbed the soreness in his hip he heard excited voices start calling out behind them. Donnie could tell immediately it was not from the excitement of the game. He looked back over and saw Lisa rolling around in the sand holding onto her leg. At first, he wasn't sure what was happening. She was definitely in some kind of pain though. Mary Ann noticed, too. "Donnie, hurry and go see what's wrong." She pushed him up. Donnie stumbled up and ran over to the commotion. "Lisa, what's the matter?" Donnie said as he knelt down beside her. "Oh, it hurts, it hurts," Lisa repeated as she rocked back and forth, grasping her left calf. "Did you sprain something? What happened?" Donnie looked at her face and saw the grimace of pain. "No, man," one of the guys said, "She went to dive and just doubled over in the sand grabbing her leg." "Lisa, what's wrong?" Donnie asked again, grasping her shoulders. "No, no, it's a cramp. Oh, and it's a bad one. Oooow." Lisa curled up in a ball. "Here, let me help." Donnie said as he grasped her leg and tried to straighten it. "Oww, oh no stop." Lisa protested. "Wait, sit still. You have to stretch it out to get rid of it." Donnie held onto her leg and did just that. "I used to get some really awful cramps. Try and relax it." He knelt above her and leaned his body into her foot. He stretched the muscle and got the immediate pain to stop. "Oh, God that feels better already." Lisa lay back in the sand. "Oh, but it is still ready to tighten back. I can feel it." "Come on. Let's get you back over to the blanket." Mary Ann said walking up beside them. "Donnie, pick her up and bring her over." Her husband did as she asked without thinking. He scooped the young woman up in his arms. Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her across the sand. Once back down the beach Mary Ann helped Lisa down on the blanket. "Here, sit down right here." Mary Ann spread the blanket out further and Lisa, with the help of Donnie, lowered herself onto it. "Thanks. Thank you so much." Lisa spoke trying to calm her breathing. "That hurt so much. It still hurts actually, almost as if it wants to cramp again." "Tell you what," Mary Ann said as she knelt down on the blanket, "why don't you turn over and let Donnie rub the cramp out for you. He is good at that. I should know, he's done it for me often enough." Donnie looked at Mary Ann with a questioning look. He had a moment to think this time. He felt rather awkward having already massaged this skimpy bikini-clad young woman's leg once and then wrapped his arm around all that bare skin as he carried her over here. Plus he really couldn't remember the last time Mary Ann had had a cramp. What was she doing? Mary Ann returned his look though with a nod toward Lisa, letting him know that she meant it. "Yea, sure, I can do that." Donnie said as he crawled around to Lisa's legs. "Let me see if I can get rid of that nasty knot." Mary Ann helped Lisa get comfortable on her stomach. Donnie took her leg in his hands again, but this time let his palms massage the tightness that was most definitely still there. His fingers could feel that balled up muscle. "Ow! Yea, right there." Lisa groaned. "Can you feel it?" "Yep, it's tight alright." Donnie said as he rubbed harder. "Here," Mary Ann opened their cooler and pulled out a bottle of water, "let's get some liquids in you." "Thanks." Lisa took the bottle, leaned her head back and gulped down a cold swig. "Ahhh, that feels good, both the drink and the rubbing. Oh yes, right there." Donnie felt Lisa's calf and it seemed as if it was loosening up and he thought maybe he should stop. Only in that same instant, without thinking about what he was doing, Donnie let his eyes roam up the woman's tanned and muscular thighs. He then looked upon her taut, bikini covered, bottom. A small part of him actually had the urge to slide his hands up just a little farther. Just as quickly as the thought came to him though, it went. Guilty, he looked up to see if Mary Ann had noticed him looking at Lisa that way. Mary Ann was not paying any attention to him. The girls were deep into womanly gossip already. That was the only thing he would call the kind of conversation they were having. They talked on as if he was not even there... Lisa said to Mary Ann and smiled devilishly. "Isn't he gorgeous?" "What?" Mary Ann asked. "That hunk walking up the beach there, he is an absolute babe!" Mary Ann followed the direction of Lisa's outstretched arm pointing down the beach. She saw him. He did look like very handsome and like a 'hunk'. "Come on, Lisa. I'm married." She replied. "So, it doesn't mean you can't look!" Lisa nudged Mary Ann in the side as she glanced at the young man strolling closer toward them. Mary Ann lingered in her gaze. He indeed he was attractive; very attractive actually. He had short black hair, and chiseled features. "Look at his stomach. What do they call it, a washboard?" Mary Ann commented. "That or a six pack. And I could drink that up pretty quick, umm-mmm-umm!" Lisa added. "Oh you're bad." Mary Ann said. Donnie was enjoying the conversation himself, but he thought it time to let them both know the cramp appeared gone and his sports trainer duties were complete. "Uh, girls? I can hear every word you're saying." Donnie said almost reluctantly let Lisa's leg rest back on the blanket. Both women giggled like schoolgirls. Of course, one of them still was, he realized. Seeing his wife laughing and enjoying herself made Donnie feel good. Maybe Mary Ann was getting a chance to feel younger on this vacation of theirs. "Does that feel better?" He asked Lisa. "Oh, yea, that feels a lot better." Lisa said as she rolled back over. Guilt trip number two, or was it actually fourteen, came over him as his stare fixed on the girl's chest. He watched in what had to be true slow motion as the perspiration dripped down this young lady's cleavage. He felt himself swallow. Then he quickly looked up at Mary Ann. She was grinning, but her eyes were on Lisa as they continued to talk. Had she caught him or not? "Oh well, I better be off. Have a date tonight and need to get a shower and do something with this hair." He finally heard Lisa say. "You know, you guys have really made my day." She scooted up on her knees and rubbed her hands down her thighs. "I've loved every minute of our conversation Mary Ann. And Don, Donnie, I so thank you for my little rubdown. I feel great." She bounded up and her bikini top bounced with her. "And we've enjoyed sharing our annual vacation with you, my dear." Mary Ann acknowledged. "I loved our little chat and I know Donnie enjoyed playing volleyball with you." She looked up at her husband and winked. He grinned back at her and gave her a goofy frown. She was teasing him again. "Yes, it made for a pleasant day." Donnie added, then gave his wife an exaggerated wink right back. "And I'm glad you're feeling better." "Okay, you two be good." "You too, young lady." Mary Ann said. "You take care." Donnie called out to her trying not to follow her swaying black bikini bottom, but failing. He grinned broadly. Lisa walked up the beach and beyond sight. The sun-soaked lovers gathered up their beach belongings and walked back to their beach house arm in arm. They held on to one another all the way up the steps. All the way to the raised, enclosed deck out back that looked out over the water. "This has been such a beautiful day," Mary Ann said as she sat down on the deck lounger, "I enjoyed being able to sun and relax." "I enjoyed it, too." Donnie said as he put the cooler down and stood up to stretch. "There were some really hot babes out there today." "Why you --" she threw her beach towel at him. Donnie caught the towel in midair. "Wait, you didn't let me finish," he said, holding the towel and patting his perspiring face with it. "Of course every time one of those youngsters walked by I knew none could compare to my babe. You've got it all, dear. And you are extra hot today in that new suit of yours. Mm-mm-mm." "Just shut up and get me something to drink, you sick little boy." Mary Ann said as she lay back on the chaise. "Would you like me to put some lotion on that redness on your back first?" Donnie asked with a warm voice. "Yes, please. I would love some." She responded by trying to make her voice sound younger and batting her eyelashes. "Is this more like the other babes acted for you on the beach, Donnie-boy? Huh?" "Now look who's being sick. Act your age woman." Donnie sat down on the lounger behind her. Donnie warmed some lotion in his hands then slid them across her back, strongly applying the thick aloe lotion. "Mmm, rub it in just right now." Mary Ann told him. Donnie leaned in and rubbed a bit more firmly. As he did he got a nice view over her shoulder. "You know, you really do have beautiful breasts." "Well, are we working or fantasizing back there?" Mary Ann asked, looking back into his eyes. "A lot of both at the moment, I suppose." Donnie answered as he massaged her shoulders. "They do look a bit red on top too from this angle. You might want to lotion them up. This aloe stuff works wonders." "Well indeed. Of course, I'm sure you'll volunteer to lotion them." "I would be honored to nurse your breasts for you, my dear." Donnie said. "What?" Mary Ann practically spat out. "What?" Donnie replied, taken back at her sudden reaction. "Did you just hear yourself?" "Yea, I said I'd put lotion on your sunburned breasts. So? I've done it before." Mary Ann bellowed with laughter. She realized her husband really had not understood what he had told her. "No, not like the way you offered a second ago. You offered to 'nurse' my breasts for me. 'Nurse'?" She said again, raising her eyebrow. "What? Oh geez, no I didn't." Donnie sat there with another dollop of lotion in one hand. "Did I?" Mary Ann nodded as she continued to laugh. "Huh, must really have other things on my mind that even I didn't realize." Donnie grinned and knew the more he stared at his lovely wife in this lovely swimsuit, those 'things' were going to come to the forefront of his brain and elsewhere momentarily. He shrugged. They were up on the deck shielded from the beach and neighbors. "Well, do you want them lotioned or not?" Mary Ann calmed her laughter to a mere giggle and answered him by swerving her body around and thrusting her chest out toward him. "Okay then, let's do this." He smeared the generous handful of soothing lotion across her cleavage. "Mmmm, that feels even better than on my back. What strong hands you have there beach boy." She batted her green eyes at him again. "Well, miss, I could make it feel even better, by doing this," his hands went to her shoulder straps before she could say a word. In one swift move, the top of her suit was down. His circling palms spread the lotion across the rest of her breasts. Then he lowered his head and settled his mouth over one already peaked nipple. He teased it. It caused her to groan. Donnie stopped, shook his head and chuckled. "What's so funny?" Mary Ann asked. "Me. I'm so desperate and depraved when it comes to you." He smacked his lips and made an awful face. "I am even licking the lotion off you...and it really tastes awful." Mary Ann started laughing again herself, her whole body shaking. Her full breasts jiggled. Donnie wanted to be aroused by the sight, any other time he would have been. But the awful taste in his mouth precluded any thought of being sexy at that moment. "Look, I'm going to have to wash this taste out of my mouth. I'm sorry." Donnie sat there straddling the lounger, still smacking his lips. "That's all right I'm really thirsty myself." She grasped his cheeks in her palms and kissed him. Pulling away she smacked her lips. "Ugh, you're right. That stuff is awful. You better go get those drinks." "Right, be back with two cool drinks." Donnie stood and tried to wipe some of the lotion off his lips with his sandy suntan lotion covered arm. "Oh yuck. Worse! Forgot I still had lotion on my arms. Ugh!" Mary Ann leaned back in the lounger and laughed out loud again as she watched him spit and sputtered all the way back inside the beach house. She sat for a second or two before she pulled her suit back up, got up, and walked over to the edge of the deck. She leaned on the railing and stared out into the ocean. The warm breeze tossed her brown bangs as she looked up at the sky. Off in the distance, not so far out, she could see big dark clouds building. They would be getting some rain tonight, she thought. "It's beautiful out there isn't it?" Mary Ann said sensing Donnie come walking up behind her. Donnie walked up to her with glasses of iced tea in his hands and looked down at her white bathing suit, formed to her smooth body. "It's beautiful right here on the deck, too," he said as he stepped up beside Mary Ann and handed her the glass. Then with the free hand, he reached up and lightly stroked the material covering the side of her right breast. "Should you be doing that?" She words responded, while her body responded by leaning back into him. Her bottom rubbed his trunks. "Why not?" Donnie said as he placed his glass on the railing and moved to caress her other breast. "We're supposed to be getting ready for dinner, aren't we?" She said as she shimmied back against him gently, feeling him respond. Mary Ann turned and looked at Donnie's tall frame standing before her. Her eyes slowly looked up and down his body, where only a pair of black and red swim trunks broke the muscular lines. Although he had just come from the air-conditioned beach house, it was still a humid high ninety's out there. The walk across the deck had caused him to already build up another good sweat. The moisture glistened off his chest, shoulders and arms. The sight made her girlishly want to drool. She liked the feeling. "What?" Donnie said as he caught her ogling. "You like what you see," he leaned down and pecked her cheek, "a half-naked man waiting on you hand foot?" "Actually if the other half were naked, I'd be laughing out loud." She could not resist the jab. "Ooh, good one," he said. He took her hand and placed it on the front of his trunks. "But what do you really think of the 'other half'?" She knew she had done it now. He was aroused. And she could feel him still growing under her palm. "You know, that lotion just might have another use. I might be willing to take care of this for you," she purred up at him as she gave him a squeeze. She knew he was getting more excited by the second. She also thought she ought to let him off the hook finally. She knew her suit and her actions had been teasing the devil out of him all afternoon. "How about it?" Mary Ann smiled up at him. "I thought we were going to get ready for dinner." He answered understanding her intentions, but not believing it was going anywhere. "We will lover. But I thought you could use something else first." She said this time with a lusty grin and her hand rubbing up and down his ever stiffening manhood. Then she pushed by him and went to the lounger where she sat and reached into her beach bag. She pulled out the bottle of tanning oil. "Actually, I think this stuff will work a little better for my purpose. It gets a lot warmer and is less greasy." "Oh well, if you insist." He turned around and walked over to her. Very calmly, Mary Ann caught his waistband with her fingers and slid down his swim trunks. As he stood there before her, his shorts down at his knees, her hands began to tremble as she poured a generous amount of oil into her palm. With her hands oiled she eyed the manly body presented to her and reached up and coated his strong chest with the handful of oil. Methodically and slowly she massaged down to his stomach and then on down around his thighs. Her husband reacted very physically with an obvious appreciation to the caress of her hands. His manhood grew to the point it was practically hitting her in the chin. She paused, looked up into his eyes and with half parted lips she kissed him there. Donnie shuddered in response. "You have that loving touch, dear." Donnie complemented her. "I know. But you like anything I do that involves this thing." She confidently responded and tapped his manhood with an oiled fingertip. "I do, oh, I do." He had been more ready than he had realized. The stimulation of the day and the moment had begum to overwhelm him. Mary Ann watched their reflection in the glass doors as her hands slicked up and around his body again once again. She finally came back down to the hardened shaft that was staring her in the face. Just as her hand slipped smoothly around it... "Hey, anybody home back here?" The voice came from down below their deck. Donnie fell to his knees and let out a frustrated groan. "Is that Lisa?" he asked in a whisper. "Don't answer her," Mary Ann said as she held her oily fingers against him, "just ignore her." "Donnie. Mary Ann. You guys back here?" The female voice rang out again. Donnie pushed Mary Ann's hands away. "I can't do this. We'll just see what she wants, send her on her way, then go upstairs and finish what you've started." "I've started?" Mary Ann retorted with a raise of her eyebrow as she looked up past his erection. Donnie ignored the last and went to the railing, taking his blushing interrupted lust with him. He pulled up his trunks as he walked. By the time he was standing waist level with the wooden top rail, Lisa had come up the steps in front of him. "So this is where you guys are," she said as she bounced up onto the deck, "I rang the doorbell several times, but I guess you couldn't hear it out here." She stood with her hands on her hips, looking first at Donnie then over at Mary Ann. Mary Ann looked at her and thought, 'At least she's dressed this time'. The tiny bikini she wore this morning had done little to cover her perfect figure. What she had on still left little to the imagination now, but it did cover more. Her denim shorts were short and the white crop top, although hugging them snugly, was pushed out well from her midriff by those very pert breasts. Then she saw Donnie's eyes looking Lisa over. For a second she thought she should get up and smack him. She couldn't blame him though. Lisa could not help her youthful sexiness. It was just so natural, not so like a lot of the young girls nowadays, trying to make themselves up with makeup and skimpy, tight clothes. Lisa was just a naturally beautiful young woman. A Summer Heat "I almost thought you guys weren't here." Lisa said. "I actually came around this side first when I walked up the beach..." Donnie's head immediately swiveled and looked at Mary Ann with wide eyes at that thought. "...but I thought I ought to be proper and come to the front door. If I'd have known you were out here all the time I could have just sneaked up here sooner." Mary Ann grinned back at Donnie obviously thinking the same thing. What a scene that would have made! "Anyway, I found this watch on the beach where you guys had been sitting. Thought sure it was yours Donnie." She said reaching into the pocket of her tight shorts. With difficulty she finally managed to pull out a man's gold watch. Donnie took his eyes off her body for the moment and looked down into Lisa's extended hand. "It sure is." He said. "I thought sure I had tossed it back into the beach bag." He reached out and accepted it from her. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. This was a birthday present from Mary Ann just last year." "I was going to wait until tomorrow to bring it by, because I know you guys said you were going out tonight, too." Lisa spoke as she bent down to brush the sand off her ankles, "Then I thought you might need it later." Mary Ann thought Donnie's eyes were going to bug out of his head as he stared down at Lisa. A generous amount of cleavage spilled out as she bent over. Then to add to the scene, she stood up straight and stretched her arms upward before brushing her long dark hair back off her face. As she did, her chest swelled under the very snug top. It was some sight indeed, Mary Ann thought, and almost any second now, she just knew the poor girl would bust right out of that top. Mary Ann was sure part of Donnie's mind was secretly wishing for just that occurrence as he so obviously ogled the young woman's chest. Mary Ann was actually starting to enjoy this. She watched her husband swallow the girl up with his eyes. Maybe she should see just how much of this he could take. "How about staying for a glass of ice tea?" Mary Ann asked as she got up and walked over to Donnie. "Huh?" Donnie grunted and turned toward his wife, eyeballing Mary Ann once again, but with a different kind of shocked looked in his eyes this time. "No, I don't want to impose. You guys have a dinner to get to and I have a date too shortly." "Oh, you're not imposing. It's the least we can do after you came down here in all this heat." Mary Ann stood and walked toward the patio doors. "Well, it is awful hot out here. Sure, I'd like that then." Lisa answered without much more hesitation. Mary Ann just smiled to herself as she looked from Lisa looking at Donnie, back to Donnie looking at her, he with a goofy confused grin on his face. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable and I'll go get you a glass. Donnie, bring Lisa and our glasses in will you?" "What?" Donnie was still flabbergasted at what was happening. Five minutes ago he had a hard-on that wouldn't quit and Mary Ann ready to get him off. Now she was inside and he was leading another young lady into their rented beach house. Right then he thought of something else and stopped to turn and look at their not so new beach companion. "Wait." He stopped just inside the sliding glass doors. "How did you know where to find me, I mean us?" "Oh, yeah. I'm actually staying maybe a block and a half down from you. In those condos over there." Lisa pointed back up the shoreline. "I watched you guys walk back here from my balcony." "I see." Or at least he thought he did. He saw the condos anyway. "When I went down to head toward the restaurant for my date, I walked by the place you all sat today. And that's when I found that." She nodded down to the watch now on his wrist. "Well, I thank you very much again. I do love this watch." He turned and went on in the beach house. "Come on in. Have a seat anywhere. I'll go help Mary Ann." "Thanks." Lisa said more bouncing into the place than walking. Donnie had to blink a few times to keep himself from staring too leeringly at her assets bouncing along with her. He turned and continued on back to the kitchen. Mary Ann had her back to the doorway as she reached up for a glass. She had no more gotten on her tip toes when she felt a big hand glide up her left side. She didn't jump, but rather just shivered, almost anticipating the touch. She came back down with the glass in her hand and placed it on the counter, just as another hand reached up her right side. She took a breath and turned to face Donnie. "You shou..." she started to scold, but was caught off guard as Donnie lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss burned all the way down her trembling body. Through the continued embrace, his hands reached to the top of her suit, where he felt her through the soft fabric. He kissed her mouth again and then her eyes, then nose. All the while, his fingers slipped in around her covered breasts. "Ohh, yess," Mary Ann cooed. Her eyes remained shut. "I mean, oh no." She suddenly pushed his hands away and straightened out her bathing suit. "What? I just want a little something to tide me over. You said earlier I needed it." He reached for her breasts again. "And I really do." Mary Ann shoved his hands down and held them down. "You're the one that almost lost the watch. Lisa was good enough to think about us, actually you, to bring it back this evening. We are not going to be rude and turn her away that quickly." Mary Ann said, mischievously knowing she was pushing his buttons right then. "Now you are just going to have to wait. You're already rude leaving our guest alone. Now here take this glass out and I'll get the pitcher." Donnie leaned down in another attempt to kiss her. Mary Ann blocked his lips with the palm of her hand, "Sorry." "Oh, come on. Just one more kiss." She shook her head. "Is there anything I can do?" Lisa called from the other room. "Now see there, she had to see what we we're doing." Mary Ann turned and yelled, "No, we'll be right there!" Donnie reached out for her again. "Let me just have one kiss and I'll stop 'til she leaves. I promise. Besides, she said she still had a date, so she won't be here long." Donnie pleaded. Mary Ann walked by him, pitcher in hand, leaned over and pecked at his cheek. "There, that'll have to do." Then she walked on into the living room. "Argh," Donnie grunted, but turned and followed behind her. He shook his head in dismay at his being put off so. Donnie put the glass on the table with the other two and Mary Ann poured. He picked up two of the filled glasses, handing Lisa a glass and then Mary Ann hers. He picked his up and went around to sit down. As Donnie came over next to her on the couch, she looked at him in his swim trunks. She hated to feed his ego to his own ears about his physical prowess, but he did look hot this evening. His body was all tanned and toned from the sun and exercise he had gotten this week. She wondered just how the rest of him was doing about now as she stared right at center of those trunks. If he was aroused, it was not physical at the moment. In those trunks, he would have been mightily embarrassed by now, if so. Mary Ann stopped herself and looked back over at Lisa. She wondered what Lisa thought of her husband. Originally, she suspected Lisa was flirting with her husband this morning. She knew the interest had been mutual. Donnie's eyes glazed over every time Lisa walked down to the shoreline and back or up to the volleyball net. He had noticed all of the pretty girls, she was sure, but glances at Lisa had turned to lengthy stares. She honestly wondered if the girl really knew how beautiful she really was. Before they all knew it they had been talking for nearly half an hour. Mary Ann actually thought Donnie had forgotten about their interrupted tryst on the deck or even their planned dinner for the evening. He and Lisa had gotten into a conversation about their favorite author. "Oh yes, and I just can't wait until he comes out with another one," Lisa said as she gulped some more of her tea, "I can never wait for his next book to come out. Of course I guess I'm impatient about a lot of things." She put the glass down on the table and sat back rubbing her hands up and down her tanned thighs. "Yea, I get that way, too," Donnie said over the top of his glass, "I finish one and wish I could immediately start another." Mary Ann saw Donnie was watching Lisa's hands move up and down her smooth tanned skin. He was so intent on watching he nearly jumped and spilled his drink when Lisa unexpectedly jumped off the couch. "Oh!" Her girlish shrill voice exploded in the room as she bounded over to the bookshelf across the floor. "Danielle Steele. I just love her, too." As Lisa looked at the books, she bent at the waist. Mary Ann knew Lisa's shorts had looked tight outside, but they must really have been, for now they conveniently rode up in back. They slid up so far in fact, the exposure of her cheeks made it very obvious she had taken off her bikini. Mary Ann knew that if she could tell, surely her husband could to; she glanced over at Donnie and saw that look in his eyes. He noticed. He was still wiping the tea from his chin that had dribbled down earlier. "Uh, actually they belong to the family we're renting from," Mary Ann said trying to break Donnie's trance, "but I've read her books, too." "That's right. You had one down at the beach today didn't you?" Lisa said as she walked back and sat down across from them again. "Actually that was mine. One of her older ones." Mary Ann snuggled up to Donnie. Donnie hesitatingly put an arm around her. Mary Ann felt his warmth. 'Was it his suntan or the heat of this cozy moment?' Suddenly feeling playful, she slipped her hand down the back of his shorts and squeezed. Donnie flinched just the slightest, but it did not affect his speech. "I suppose we are just a couple of reading fools." Donnie said, squeezing his wife's shoulder but staring intently at their guest. Mary Ann knew she should feel upset, jealous, or something. Only she didn't. She actually felt excited herself as she was more than ready to be alone with her spouse and lover. She had been the one to extend the invitation to this buxom young girl now sitting back across from them on the love seat. She didn't want to turn around and be the one to be rude, but she had new plans. "Have you forgotten about dinner, Donnie?" Mary Ann, her hand back on Donnie's backside, squeezed him extra hard this time, her fingernails digging into his taut skin. "Oh! Uh yea," Donnie quickly regained his focus, "...I mean, no...I didn't forget." "No, don't mind me," Lisa got up. "Anyway, I'm actually late for my dinner date." "No, it's just that we ought to get going before it gets too late and the lines get too long." Lisa raised her glass to her lips and took a last swallow, then put it back on the coffee table. "Thanks for the drink." "Sure, thanks for bringing back my watch," Donnie walked toward the front door, "and I enjoyed the chat." "I did, too. Maybe we'll see each other tomorrow." Lisa said as she walked by Donnie and to the door. "Sure, we'll probably be down at the same spot, same time. We have to work on our tans, at least a little more." Mary Ann said and looked at Lisa's tan now that she was back out in the sun. She was so jealous of that perfect, young smooth skin that was so easy to brown. "I have a way's to go to catch up to the fine one you have." "See ya both." Lisa called back over her shoulder as she walked down the street. No sooner had Lisa left than Mary Ann was all over Donnie. He had barely closed the door and turned before she had his trunks down to his ankles. "What are you doing?" Donnie foolishly asked. "What does it look like?" Mary Ann said, "Picking up where we left off back out on the deck." "Well I thought you wanted to get to dinner." "Well you look like you're really ready for dinner," Mary Ann said as she looked up at him passed the rapidly growing erection in her hand. "Actually, I just wanted to get that young thing out of here and have you all to myself." "I get that but..." "Would you just shut up and enjoy it while you can." "Sure, yea sure. Oh, my." Donnie moaned as her mouth came down on him. Truthfully, Mary Ann did not care what else he had in mind. She just wanted him bad. Mary Ann was excited beyond any time she could recently remember. Something reached back into her and brought the young feeling in her out. Pulling back, Mary Ann took a moment to admire Donnie's throbbing member, letting her eyes travel over the soft ridges and up to the flared head. Gently, she traced each bulge and ripple along its length with her tongue. Mary Ann had his entire shaft glistened before she slid her lips down over it and she sucked on it softly. Donnie's legs tensed and he groaned softly at this pleasant surprise. She sucked in her cheeks and wrapped the warmth of her mouth around him. With one hand she clasped the base of his cock firmly and with the other she grabbed his balls. Squeezing carefully, she knew she could prolong his pleasure as she pumped her mouth up and down around his throbbing cock. She could feel the head swell in her mouth and she knew he would soon burst. Sucking, massaging, squeezing and licking, she pulled at him. Donnie began to thrust his hips and he looked down at his wife through half closed eyes. He could feel himself swell inside her cheeks as he began to move in and out of her mouth. He put his hands to her head to steady himself. Mary Ann was voracious. She was unrelenting as she drew the orgasm from his body. Donnie threw his head back and thrust his hips forward. She sucked on him hard. He could feel his cock head swell one last time and then... "Oh, yesss..." Donnie groaned between gritted teeth. "I'm...cum, I'm...cumming." "Mmmmmm," Mary Ann hummed around his hard shaft as she sucked on and felt the first rush of hot liquid. It slid passed her tongue and down her throat. Then another gush and another; rapidly hitting the back of her throat and each time she gulped, swallowing him. She never once eased up she was so intent on taking it all. Donnie still had his swim trunks around his ankles when he regained some composure. "What was that all about?" Donnie asked the shock evident in his voice. Mary Ann pulled back and licked the last of Donnie's slippery cum from her lips. With a sly grin she looked up at his blissful face. "I don't know what came over me. I was all set to come in and get dressed for dinner before you got me going on the deck." She lifted her hand to his face. "Then we couldn't finish after Lisa showed up. I noticed you staring at Lisa and her staring at you." "What?" Donnie said. "I was so sure she could clearly see the excitement through your shorts. Something about the fact she could got me excited." She stopped and took a deep breath. "By the time I started rubbing your backside on the couch in there, I was determined I had to have you right then. As I watched your little girlfriend walk out the door I couldn't think straight." She brushed her hair back from her forehead and smiled broadly. "I had to have you. This was just the quickest way." "I'm glad you couldn't think straight." Donnie put his hand to her cheek. "I'm also glad you get a little jealous and excited over such innocent teasing. I love you." His lips moved to hers and they met in a moist passionate embrace. The passion lingered, but the kiss broke long enough for them to look at one another. He reached over and started peeling the straps of Mary Ann's suit off her shoulder. "Hold on big boy," she pulled her suit back up, "I don't think you're ready for anything else at the moment." She nodded downward. She was so proud of herself. Smiled then bit her lower lip as she looked at her obviously drained husband. "What would you say to us just staying here and not going out to dinner?" "I think I could go for that." "But I think I'll go upstairs and get a shower first." "Well if you go do that I'll look to fixing us up something then." "I don't think there is anything, unless you want some eggs. All we have left is breakfast food. Remember we were going to eat out the rest of the week. You said I didn't have to cook anymore on my vacation." "So I did. Well then, I'll just go down to that market across the highway and pick up a couple of things," Donnie said as he reached down and pulled his trunks up. "We'll have to have something to eat. Besides ourselves that is." He reached out patted her thigh. "Aren't we funny," Mary Ann turned and walked away, "I'll get the stuff off the deck and then get my shower. Hurry back lover." "Oh I will 'luh-ver'." Donnie drawled out. "I may be getting older but I still don't need that much recuperation time. You are plenty inspiring. Besides, I plan on making love to you the rest of the night." "That sounds lovely," she said as she opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck, "I can't wait until you get back. I'll be all clean, fresh, and ready for your return." She blew him a kiss and slid the door shut. ***** Mary Ann walked back out on the deck. She picked up a towel and walked over to get her beach bag next to the lounger. The heat was still nearly unbearable. Her body was already wet with perspiration in just the few moments back in the humidity. Even the breezes coming in from the impending storm off shore were too hot and clammy to cool her. But watching the trees sway against the storm-quickened sunset actually made her feel relaxed. Only one thing might have made the relaxation ideal and at that very moment she thought to herself, wouldn't it be a welcome feeling to be naked about now. Then she thought -- 'What good was it to come to such a beautiful place as this and not take full advantage?' It was as secluded as it could get up on that raised wooden deck, that is, unless Lisa came strolling back. That was not likely. For she and her date should be at dinner by now. Being naked at the beach was suddenly a very exciting idea. It was a very natural idea. Almost without another thought, Mary Ann stripped off her new white bathing suit. It had no effect changing the feel of the temperature, but her body enjoyed the freedom as the warm breeze whisked over her moist bare skin. She did feel more comfortable. Those sea winds continued to build and lick over her. She sighed and decided to lie down for just a moment. She settled onto the padded cushion of the chaise lounger. Immediately the sun warmed fabric felt wonderful against her entirely naked body. Donnie never should have left. They could have done without food. She needed him right now. She closed her eyes and sank further into the cushion. ***** Donnie had no sooner walked up to the register at the market than he realized he had forgotten his wallet. He felt embarrassed. "Can I leave this here just a moment? I left my wallet at the beach house. I'm just a couple blocks down the street." He explained to the young man at the counter. "Yea, sure man. I'll just set it over here." The surfer cum cashier picked up the carry basket and placed it on a shelf behind him. "Bummer when you leave your money in your other pants." "Part of the beach experience I suppose. Thanks." Donnie walked out and trotted back across the road. ***** The breeze shifted and Mary Ann opened her eyes. She looked up to see the clouds were rolling in now as the sun had all but disappeared. The brilliant remnants of the sunset boldly splashed into the ocean as her body weighed down in the heat. In her head, she knew she should go shower, but her body had no real intention of getting up. She just thought about how much longer she would have to wait for her lover. A Summer Heat Her lover... Donnie was such a good man. He had always been good to her. The scene today with Lisa she admitted to herself had made her feel just a little uncomfortable. The more she thought of it though, as she stretched her nude body over the lounger, she realized it actually did make her feel more than a bit sexy. Lisa was a pretty, young person. She had to admit that. Donnie did nothing wrong in staring at her as he did. He was a man. She could see where any man would have taken a lingering look at her sexiness. Actually, thinking of Donnie looking at Lisa made her think of how those young men on the beach stared at her today. Donnie even noticed she had turned a few heads. She liked that in so many ways. She looked down at her nude body. Her breasts still were mostly round and more than ample for any man she thought. They probably had set up just right in that new bathing suit of hers. Maybe she had good reason to have turned a couple of those young men's heads after all. She shivered, but obviously not from any cool air on this humid evening. Mary Ann was feeling hot now as much inside as out. That is when she felt them, the first warm drops of rain falling onto her skin. The droplets started as large beads falling on her face and neck. Then they became smaller but more plentiful. In seconds, it had become a light tropical-like shower. She savored the feeling of the rain on her warm skin. She was totally naked and stretched out on the lounger. She felt those raindrops fall still steadier onto her skin. The moisture became thin rivulets of water running off her body. She adjusted her position in the lounger, opening her legs. She could feel the warm liquid forming on her belly and went it overflowed it ran down between her thighs. She bit her lower lip before nearly crying out in pleasure, clearly enjoying the feel of the rain on her skin. Eyes closed now she began to glide her hands down her body, smoothing the raindrops into her skin. She cupped her breasts. A raindrop hit her bottom lip, then trickled over her chin, down her neck and slowly ran down her chest until it met the swell of her breast and disappeared into the dark shadow of her cleavage. She could feel her nipples hardening and she began to tug and twist the hard nubs. Harder and harder she massaged her breasts and soon she could hear herself gasping with each caress. She momentarily lifted her head and looked around to see if she was still alone. Mary Ann writhed on her back sinking deeper into the lounger as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Then one hand drifted down over her stomach and slid between her legs as she spread them wide. But quickly she closed her eyes again and slid her fingers slid back between her thighs and began stroking her clit. She massaged the hunger having built within. The storm surged around her. The summer twilight exploded into brilliant colors and emotions. She closed her eyes tight and rode waves of ecstatic emotion as the sound of the pounding surf surged in her head. She could bear it no more. Her whole body tensed and then her back arched upward. The release came. She breathed deeply, letting her hips settle back down into the cushions... ***** He had made it only to the other side of the street when it started to rain. "Damn..." He muttered to himself as he looked out to the ocean again and saw it was nearly dark. It was not going to be a passing shower. "Hell, I'm already wet, so what difference does it make now?" He mumbled to himself. He plodded and splashed along. He jogged back most of the way trying to avoid the already expanding puddles. When he reached the front door of their beach house, he realized another thing. He had forgotten to take his keys. He knocked on the door and waited, only to get even more soaking wet through his T-shirt and swim trunks. It just wasn't the same as being in the ocean. He knocked twice more, before he remembered Mary Ann had said she was going up to take a shower. His lovely spouse obviously was not going to answer the door and he couldn't stay out there in the rain. Maybe she had not locked the back patio door. It was a possibility. He went on around and bounded up the deck stairs three at a time. As he came to eye level with the wood railing, his gaze fell on an amazing sight. He nearly tripped coming to an abrupt stop on the top landing. The sight nearly floored him. There lay Mary Ann prone on the chaise, sans bathing suit. Even though the new suit she had worn covered less than any other suit she had ever worn in years, the sight of his gorgeous wife lying there now completely naked was beyond exciting. He found the strength to move and to breathe again as he walked through the gate and toward her reclining body. He could see her chest raise and lower, with calm relaxing breaths. The rain splashed down upon her. It splashed off the tops of her knees, the peaks of her breasts, and the sides of her face. He did not think now. He just reacted. His body told him he needed her again. Hurriedly, he removed his shirt, his beach shoes, and with slightly more difficulty his swim trunks. He was already beyond aroused. He began stroking himself to the same rhythm she was using on her own sex. Soon her gasps became moans as she rubbed and stroked herself, her other hand busy with her breasts. She spread her legs wider and slid a finger deep inside. He could clearly see her finger sliding in and out, and he knew that her sex was wet with more than just the warm rain. He began to pump his manhood in unison with her finger, gripping his erection harder still as she slid another finger in, then another, her thumb now stroking her clit. He struggled to remain quiet as her moans grew louder. She was bucking her hips against her hand now, her fingers sliding faster and faster. Then she stiffened and her back arched off the lounger as he watched her climax. The evening rain shower was warm against his skin. The pounding of the raindrops on the deck was incessant now as he moved to her his hard-on in hand. He stood above her at her head and looked down at the magnificent face and those lips about which he always found himself daydreaming. His eyes drifted down her body, over the slope of her ribs, the smoothness of her belly. The raindrops beaded up upon her and called to him. This was what he wanted. He wanted to lick up the moisture that once was rain and now knew was fragrant with the desire released from her body. He had no hesitation in extending his hand out to touch her. He leaned down and gently placed his palms to each side of her beautiful face. ***** Mary Ann came out of her orgasm-induced stupor and she felt the more intense patter of raindrops fall upon her skin. Then she felt something much firmer and still warmer beginning to caress her face. It felt so soothing as it massaged her temples and then moved down to the nape of her neck. The touch was so familiar. It was so exhilarating. Am I dreaming? A sharp sense of arousal shot through her again. It was his touch, his hands. She quickly opened her eyes. It was him. "Oh!" Mary Ann sighed heavily, aloud. Her lover smiled down at her. He did not say a word. He just continued to caress her, stirring the emotions within her again. He did not speak, so she did not. Mary Ann closed her eyes and moaned. She let his fingers work their magic. "Mmmm, yes," she called out, taking shallow, fluttery breaths. Mary Ann opened her eyes just enough to see his face coming toward hers and his lips kissed her eyes shut again. His warm tongue ran gently over her eyelids and down across the tip of her nose. The warm rain tasted good upon her skin. He moved around and over her body. She got just a glimpse of his nude body and the blatantly obvious arousal he was experiencing before Donnie's mouth pressed tighter to hers and sent a cascade of raw sensations tingling down her body. It buried itself deep within her and burned. The stinging rain upon her skin only heightened the feelings. "You are so beautiful," he said, rubbing against her, making low, choked sounds deep in his throat. Mary Ann shivered as he kissed her bare shoulders. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. She could not think. "Please." She could barely force the words from her dry throat. "I want you, I want you now..." She pressed her lips to his as she sensuously ran her fingernail along the tip and around the ridge of his jerking manhood before pulling it toward her own moist sex. Her hand trailed along the shaft as the length of his erect organ entered her slowly. Donnie gasped and broke their passionate kiss to brace himself against the frame of the lounger as he watched his thick manhood being devoured hungrily by his gorgeous lover. "Oh my," Mary Ann shuddered with the pleasure it sent through the rest of her body. "How can you know just how to make it, oh, feel so good." Mary Ann said as she held his head in place, not wanting him to move away. "I need to feel you." Donnie buried his face in Mary Ann's bosom as his butt began to rise and fall, burying himself ever deeper in her wet sex. He could not believe the suddenness, the driving climax that was building within his body. He felt himself overtaken with raw emotion. Soon the deliciousness of her body had their effect and Donnie began to groan and shake as he felt that familiar tightness building in his groin. He cried out in ecstasy as his hardness began to jerk inside Mary Ann's heaving body. Holding her tight, crushing her breasts to his chest he screamed and shoved his hips upward as the first stream of hot liquid flew from his cock. Mary Ann's body heaved up instinctively to him as she heard the waves crashing more fiercely with the rising tides coming in. She felt like she was diving headfirst into those crashing waves as she was consumed with the waves of her own pleasure. She clutched him, her fingers digging into the supple muscles of his back. Her nails almost pierced the skin as hard as she squeezed. The passion rose higher than the tide that washed ashore and intensified until their bodies surged as one, in near time to the powerful ebbing of the waves. Thunder erupted in the distance as the bodies of both lovers pulsed with the electricity of pure elation. Slowly their bodies relaxed and the only movement and sound was the soft warm shower upon them and the waves spilling onto the sands below... ***** Donnie glanced up and could see the new moonlight. A couple of bright stars twinkled their approval through an opening in the clouds. He felt a sudden chill and his body shivered. He reached for Mary Ann, pulled her to him, and held her warm body tight in his arms. After a moment, he lifted her head off his chest and looked into her eyes. "I love you, more than you could ever know." He said to her as sincerely as he had ever spoken any words. "I really love you." Mary Ann went to tears at hearing those words, not for the first time, but hearing them said in such a heartfelt way at such a perfect time. Lying there holding hands, she gave him that inviting smile of hers. Donnie's heart started pounding in a different rhythm than when it had as they had made love and he rose up on one elbow and looked into her eyes. For a moment, time stood still. "Do you really know how much I love you?" He asked her, telling her how much with the question and the tiny gesture from his eyes. They touched each other's fingertips and felt the exchange of energy. "I know." Her fingers slipped between his as they interlocked them and squeezed each other's hand. "You are something else." Donnie wrapped his arms around Mary Ann's shoulders as he looked into her eyes again and gave her that sexy little wink that always melted her away. Mary Ann reached over, wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, and gave him a long passionate kiss. Waves of emotion and excitement passed between them. Donnie's lips brushed across her warm skin and two strong hands stroked and caressed her. Then she heard her lover's whispers. "I love you. You are so beautiful." Donnie called to her. With wet lips, they kissed and let the storm pass. The desires of the lovers raged on, long into that night...