An Afternoon's Work

I’d been working in the back yard;  
Repairing the shed.  
 
Many,  
Many,  
Trips walking,  
To-and-from,  
The garage,  
To cut wood.  
 
Many,  
Many,  
Trips climbing,  
Up and down,  
A ladder.  
 
Late afternoon;  
Tired,  
Hot,  
Thirsty;  
Dragging a little.  
 
Needed a break.  
 
Over the fence,  
To the south,  
A voice ask,  
“Iced tea?’  
 
Without looking,  
I answered,  
“Sure;  
I’d like that;  
Thank you.”  
 
I turned around,  
She stood there.  
 
Beautiful.  
 
Dressed in a t-shirt,  
Tight enough,  
To make clear,  
She wore no bra.  
 
And shorts,  
Cut low enough,  
To show a hint,  
Of red pubic hair;  
High enough,  
Tight enough,  
To clearly outline,  
What that red hair,  
Might highlight.  
 
I didn’t recognize her,  
Never saw her before.  
 
I must have looked puzzled;  
She said,  
“I’m visiting my sister,  
And brother-in-law.”  
 
And,  
“Come on over,  
I’ve made,  
Iced tea,  
In the kitchen.”  
 
Out my gate,  
In their gate,  
Across their yard,  
To their back door.  
 
There was mud on my shoes,  
I bent down,  
To removed them.  
 
As I did,  
She stepped past me,  
To the door,  
And,  
I swear,  
I felt her,  
Casually,  
Brush her hand,  
Across my hip,  
And butt.  
 
I ignored,  
What I thought,  
Was my,  
Overactive,  
Imagination.  
 
She held the door open for me.  
 
As I walked past her,  
Into the kitchen,  
It happened again,  
This time,  
With a gentle pat,  
On my tush.  
 
It was not,  
My imagination.  
 
I glanced at her;  
With a questioning,  
Expression,  
On my face.  
 
Seeing my expression,  
She smiled and said,  
“Here’s the tea,  
Unless,  
There’s something,  
Else you would prefer.”  
 
The bulge in my pants,  
Provided my answer —  
An answer she clearly understood.  
 
Turning toward the hallway,  
She said,  
With a grin,  
“I haven’t made last night’s bed yet;  
If last night’s messy bed,  
Is OK with you.”  
 
I followed her down the hallway,  
Iced tea forgotten.  
 
As she crossed,  
From the door,  
To the bed,  
She pulled her t-shirt,  
Over her head,  
Turned to me,  
Breasts jiggling,  
Nipples firmly erect;  
Unzipped her shorts;  
Showing more of her red pubic hair,  
And said,  
“These shorts are a little,  
Tight,  
Can you help me with them?”  
 
As I crossed to her,  
I pulled my own shirt,  
Over my head;  
Unzipped my own pants,  
As they fell to my feet,  
I pushed my shorts,  
To my feet,  
And stepped out of them.  
 
Now,  
Naked,  
I step very near her,  
Slid my fingers,  
Inside the waist of her shorts,  
Pushed them down enough,  
To fully display her red pubic hair.  
 
I pushed her back,  
To the edge of her bed,  
Where she sat down,  
Raised her legs,  
So that I could,  
Completely,  
Remove her shorts,  
From her legs.  
 
As she reclined back,  
Onto the bed,  
Her legs separated,  
So that I could step,  
Between them;  
My very ridged cock,  
Pointed directly at,  
Her pussy,  
Still hidden by her,  
Pubic hair.  
 
Using my fingers,  
I parted that hair,  
Found,  
Separated,  
Caressed,  
Her very wet,  
Pussy lips;  
Stroked,  
Her clit enough,  
To cause her hips,  
To thrust up,  
From the bed,  
Making fleeting,  
Contact with,  
The head of my cock,  
Now,  
Itself,  
Moistened,  
With pre-cum.  
 
I bent forward,  
Suckled her nipples,  
Kissed her,  
And,  
Positioned the head of my cock,  
Gently,  
Between her pussy lips,  
And forced it slowly,  
Deeply into her,  
Well moistened,  
Very tight cunt.  
 
The expression on her face,  
Together with,  
The sound that escaped,  
From within her,  
Although lacking words,  
Clearly,  
Plainly,  
Pleadingly,  
Urged me on.  
 
Urging,  
I did not need.  
 
I thrust my cock,  
In-and-out,  
Of her cunt;  
Grinding my pelvis,  
Against hers.  
 
The repeated driving,  
Force of my cock,  
Between her pussy lips,  
Into her cunt,  
Slid her farther onto her bed.  
 
We were both,  
Panting,  
Groaning,  
With rapidly,  
Increasing,  
Passion,  
 
Until,  
The start of her orgasm,  
Triggered my own.  
 
Until,  
Now sexually exhausted,  
Coupled with my previous,  
Physical exhaustion;  
I laid there,  
Prone,  
On top of her,  
Pinning her to her bed,  
Kissing her;  
My cock still,  
Parting her pussy lips,  
Within her cunt;  
Our combined fluids,  
Seeping out of her cunt,  
Past her pussy lips,  
Around my cock,  
Puddling under her hips,  
Soaking her bed;  
While one of her hands,  
Gently stroked my back,
The other fiercely gripped my butt cheek,
Where she had patted me,
Not so many minutes earlier.