Summer's Day

A note from the author: Summer's Day is another story featuring Dezerae and Ante. Brad is also introduced, her sexy neighbor next door. This tale is filled with naughtiness, voyeurism, oral and amazing hot sex. Enjoy~

©By Katerina Val-Kyrie

The day was balmy, not unusual for sunny California. Dezerae leaned against her patio door, basking in the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun. She closed her eyes for just a moment, enjoying the heat that enveloped her body. Wisps of blonde hair touched her face as a gentle breeze soft caressed her.

Brushing the strands away, she looked at her watch noting the time. What could be keeping Ante? she wondered. It's not like him to be late.

* * *

Unlike Dezerae's afternoon, Ante's was hectic. He overslept, and when he went to shower, he found there was no hot water. All his cursing didn't change the fact that he needed a cold shower anyway. Thanks to thoughts of Dez, he'd awakened in quite a state.

Ante jumped in the shower stall, hoping to ease his discomfort. He wasn't prepared as the icy flow hit his flesh in a torrent. He grimaced from the sheer agony and cursed again. "Christ, that's cold! Bloody Hell, I can't get outta here fast enough!" He made a mental note to get the water tank checked immediately as he shivered and scrubbed.

After drying himself off briskly, he hurried to find some clothes. In his haste, he tripped over his sleeping cat. Pandemonium set in as Buddy ran through the house pell-mell, screeching in protest. "Damn animal," Ante grumbled as he picked himself up off the floor. In spite of his bad luck, he started to chuckle. He wanted to stay in good spirits for his afternoon with Dezerae. The picnic basket was packed and ready to go. He only needed to shave and get some clothes on.

Fully dressed, he studied his image in the bathroom mirror. His facial features were well defined, and he sported a small cleft in the center of his chin. Blue eyes stared back at him as he carefully ran the razor across his stubbly cheeks. He finished quickly and tested for remaining stubble with his fingertips. His skin was smooth from the blade's sharp edge. Satisfied, he washed his face, patted it dry and applied his favorite aftershave.

With one last glance, he was finally ready. Ante grabbed the basket, bid his 'wounded' cat farewell and ran out the door.

* * *

While Dez waited for Ante in the warm sun, her neighbor admired her from his yard. She looked so sexy in her shorts that he had to have a closer look. It wasn't his nature to spy on women, but it was hard not to with Dezerae.

"Girl, you're easy on the eyes," Brad murmured softly, his voice barely audible. Appreciatively, he took in her shoulder length hair, shimmering gold in the sunlight. He thought of how soft it would feel running through his fingers. Silk entered his mind. Her tall, slender frame was equally pleasing. Long legs gave her most of her height and were indeed a sight to behold. She had lovely features. Her skin was flawless, like that of a porcelain doll. He was captivated and would never tire of watching her.

His thoughts were of Dez as he walked toward her back patio. He didn't want to disrupt her quiet moment, but he had to see her. Much to his dismay, she went inside just as he arrived, closing the door behind her.

"Damn!" Brad swore, his voice falling on deaf ears. He stood there, wondering if he should knock—wondering what the hell he would say if he did. He decided against it. He was about to leave when he saw her admiring herself in the living room mirror. Mesmerized, he hid in the shadows of a nearby bush. He watched intently, his eyes glued to her every move.

Mmmmm... Is that my neighbor hiding behind the bushes? What the heck is he doing? Dezerae wondered.Doesn't he realize I can see him in my full-length mirror?

Although Brad hid, she could still see his handsome reflection. She drank him in, remembering the first time they'd met. She had stared like a school girl and liked what she saw. Again—she liked what she saw. His face was pleasant, his chiseled features setting off dark, mysterious eyes. Lips, full and sensual were framed by a shapely goatee. Her gaze drifted downward. For a man in his forties, his lean body was toned and muscular. She couldn't help but admire him, sleek and tanned from the summer sun.

"My, my, you are full of surprises," Dez said quietly. "A peeping Tom! I never would have guessed you'd behave that way." Smiling, she began to have naughty thoughts.

* * *

Ante cursed, impatient with the delay in traffic. Road construction caused a lineup, stopping all vehicles ahead of him. Grumbling, he tapped his foot on the floorboards. He was hot, agitated and it showed. He hated waiting. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his dark blond hair, not caring that he'd messed it.

"Damn! What else can go wrong today?" he muttered, looking in his bent rearview mirror. As soon as he said it, he noticed the tag of his shirt in the glass reflection. To his chagrin, he was wearing it backward. Wryly, he did a quick check to make sure his shorts were on the right way.

Finally traffic began to move. He floored the accelerator, wanting to waste no more time.

* * *

Dezerae yearned for a bit of forbidden excitement. Perhaps it wouldn't be so wrong...

With the knowledge that he was watching, she stood in front of the mirror and began to explore her body. Her hands slipped under her top, caressing the fullness of her breasts. Dez rubbed her fingers against her nipples, feeling them harden beneath her touch. A soft moan escaped her lips as she started to feel aroused. She lifted her top, her breasts free from confinement.

"Oh—My—God—" Brad uttered, clearly in shock. He was awestruck by what he was seeing. He had not expected this, but there was no way in hell he was turning back now. He never imagined he'd be able to see her this way. Nice—perfect, creamy globes with the pinkest nipples he'd ever seen. A tiny tattoo also caught his eye. He only wished he could see it closer.

He stood, riveted. He watched her cup her breasts, squeezing them in her hands. Red marks appeared as her fingers slowly raked across her flesh. "Oh, Dezerae," he whispered under his breath. He imagined tasting them, planting soft kisses everywhere... With a mind of its own, his rigid member strained against his jeans. Brad couldn't help himself. He unzipped his fly, releasing it.

I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought. Even though his mind said no, his hand slipped around the base of his cock, and he slowly began to stroke it.

"You're so bad," Dez murmured, glancing at him. She didn't think of her own actions as she misbehaved. Her arousal was evident; her nipples tingled, burned from her touch. Her eyes never wavered as she lowered her hands, caressing her slender midriff. She stopped at the edge of her shorts and noticed his eyes, transfixed. Undoing the button, she slipped her fingers inside.

Brad groaned. He could see her fingers moving beneath her shorts, rubbing against her pussy. Sweet Jesus, he thought, watching her. His excitement escalated as he stood there with his hard-on. The smooth motions of his fingers quickened as he watched the scene unfold. A drop of pre-cum glistened, and he rubbed his thumb against it. He continued to moan as he pumped his cock faster.

"Mmmmm," Dezerae whimpered softly, dropping to her knees for fear of falling down. Her passion was getting the best of her. She smiled naughtily despite her arousal. She was sure Brad would go wild when she began to lower her shorts. Wiggling, she pulled them down over her hips, giving him a nice view of her bottom. Moisture touched her fingertips as she slid them along her satiny folds. She gently inserted two inside, feeling her tightness, her warmth. Her body rocked rhythmically; her hips moving slowly with her each new thrust.

Brad's heart pounded. He wondered if she knew he was watching. She was giving him the show of a lifetime. In some dark corner of his brain, he felt ashamed he was spying, but he couldn't stop. She was so incredible. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she performed for him.

Man, he thought, she's killing me here... He saw her fingers disappear inside her pussy as she lowered her lovely ass. He watched the gentle lift of her hips as they moved gracefully up and down. Brad almost lost it when he saw her suck on her fingers. He watched her lick them clean until all traces of nectar were gone. He could almost imagine the sweet savory taste of her juices on his lips.

Watching her was a dream come true. He'd never be sorry for these stolen moments. Emotions filled him as he thought of her knowing he was out there. His hand slid up and down his cock in smooth, fluid strides.

Dez was breathing harder as the intensity of her orgasm increased. Loud moans escaped her lips, and she slid her hand back to her mound, wanting release. Her clit was throbbing. Her fingers flicked back and forth, up and over, again and again.

"Mmmmm... Feels so good," she murmured, knowing Brad was taking it all in. She became more enthused as she watched his image in the mirror. She knew he was waiting to see her final moments of pleasure. This gave her intense satisfaction. She fingered her clit faster.

Dezerae could see his hand pumping his cock for all it was worth. He was obviously enjoying her show. She knew he was close, and her eyes never left him as her own climax reached incredible heights. Her body shuddered as she felt release from the very core of her being. "Oh, God," she cried out in sweet surrender. "Mmmmm..."

Her face contorted with ecstasy. Pleasurable sensations soared through her in endless, pulsating waves. The rise and fall of her breasts slowed as a peaceful calm came over her. She smiled blissfully. The burning heat within her body finally subsided.

"Mmmmm..." Low guttural sounds burst from Brad's throat as his orgasm hit him hard.

His breath came in ragged gasps as his cum spurt all over the bush in front of him. "Je...Jesus," he sputtered, his chest heaving. He couldn't hold off after seeing the look on Dezerae's face. And, the sound of her passion— He'd heard her through the patio door. He'd never forget it.

Breathing easier, he looked in her direction and swallowed hard. She was watching him in the mirror, her mouth curved with an impish grin. Their eyes locked and held. Her expression told him all he needed to know. She had indeed known he was there, and she had the pleasure of enjoying his own little show.

"Damn, she saw me!" Brad had the good grace to turn red as she held his gaze. He was the first to look away, but still managed to grin as he did up his pants. Smiling from ear to ear, he gave Dez a playful wink before heading home. He left—just in time. Ante's truck turned around the corner and pulled up the drive.

* * *

Dezerae stood in front of the mirror, readjusting her clothes. She smoothed the wrinkles from her top and quickly did up her shorts. That was too close, she thought. She felt guilty, suddenly overwhelmed by what she'd done. She couldn't believe her behavior. It was not like her to behave that way with anyone other than Ante. The forbidden had excited her. It took away all reasoning, all common sense. She'd acted irrationally. It wouldn't happen again.

A loud knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. She took a deep breath and answered it, relieved to see the man she loved.

"Ante, you're here!" Dez smiled a radiant smile as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey, beautiful lady," he said, smiling back. "Ready for our picnic?"

"You bet I am," she replied, ignoring the guilt that nagged her. "I can't wait to spend the day with you." She kissed him then—a long, lingering kiss that swept him away.

Ante kissed her in return, his tongue probing deep inside. He moaned, already feeling the stirring in his crotch. It always amazed him how fast she got him aroused. It took every bit of his strength not to take her in and ravage her. He backed up, breathing hard.

Dez grinned at the state she'd put him in. His condition didn't go unnoticed. The bulge in his shorts was unmistakable. Her gaze held, then drifted upward, and her face broke out in a smile. He looked hysterical with his shirt on the wrong way. "Oh, Ante..." She started to laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes.

"Bloody Hell!" He'd forgotten to turn his T-shirt around. His face turn crimson as tears rolled down Dezerae's cheeks.

Folding his arms across his chest, Ante tried to hide his embarrassment. He was trying hard not to laugh, but her laughter was contagious as she doubled over holding her stomach. He couldn't help but start to chuckle, and he was soon laughing as hard as she.

Brad overheard their laughter. He leaned over the fence, observing them with interest. He watched Dez peel off the shirt, turning it the other way. He grinned when he realized what the giggling was about. Envy filled him. He'd do anything for a girl like her. Maybe someday he'd get lucky. Sighing softly, he watched them as they headed for the truck and sped away.

* * *

Ante was having a hell of a time concentrating on the gravel road. Dez was behaving badly, but he loved every minute of it.

With her seat belt unbuckled, she sat next to him on the bench-seat. She turned to face him, her right hand traveling toward his inner thigh. Dezerae smiled when she heard the sharp intake of his breath. She enjoyed arousing him as she traced the outline of his cock with her fingers. She cuddled closer, slipping her hand inside his shorts.

Pre-cum touched her fingertips as she rubbed them against the satiny tip. She couldn't resist tasting the liquid silk.

Ante watched, mesmerized.

"Shit, the road!" he swore as he jerked the truck back into the proper lane. He had almost forgotten where he was and felt an urge to pull over. He slowed down and set the cruise control, so he would only have to steer. Having his foot on the accelerator at a time like this could get very hazardous.

Ante knew there was no stopping her as she reached down and pulled up his shirt. He gave in when he felt the gentle caress of her lips against his skin.

"Sweet girl," he managed to whisper. His breath quickened as her tongue fluttered back and forth, trailing down his abdomen. It was all he could do to drive when she came to the waistband of his shorts. Somehow, he raised his hips so she could lower them. He groaned—his privates exposed for the entire world to see.

God help me, he thought. Please let this road stay deserted.

Ante knew he could no longer drive this country road. He was quickly responding to Dezerae's tongue. He had to pull over somewhere and fast. He was contemplating where to turn off when a large truck came into full view at the crest of an upcoming hill. His worst fear had materialized.

To make matters worse, the trucker slowed down at the bottom of the hill, coming to a complete stop. There was nowhere to go but straight ahead. Ante tried to ignore the big, burly man giving him the thumbs up signal as he slowly passed. Finally, he gave him a sheepish grin, as if to say, "What can I do?"

Immediately, he took the next left and found himself on a deserted, dead-end road. He wondered if he'd be of sound mind by day's end as he thankfully parked the vehicle. Surrounded by trees and solitude, he succumbed to Dezerae.

The swirling of her tongue finally got the best of him as he totally relaxed. She ran it along his entire length before taking him in her mouth. Ante felt the warmth of her saliva surrounding his cock as her lips tightened. He moaned, watching her blonde head bobbing up and down.

"Oh, girl..." he murmured, cradling her head in his hands.

Dez never flinched when he thrust his rigid member deep inside her mouth. She took all of him in, rolling her tongue wildly against his flesh. Her wet fingers slid easily along his length as her lips moved upward once more. She flicked her tongue against the satin tip, tasting the pre-cum there.

"I love sucking you," she whispered naughtily.

"Baby... You do it so well," Ante responded, his voice deepening as he spoke. "I need you—but not here—"

As difficult as it was, he tilted her head, pulling her into his muscular arms. He slid his hands down her backside, pulling her slender body closer. He thought of the blanket in the back, wondering if there was a spot in this desolate area to lay it. Closing his eyes, he imagined their naked bodies entwined on its softness.

"I need you, too," Dezerae murmured as she caressed the tops of his eyelids. She watched Ante slowly open them and focus on her. Their eyes held for a brief moment before she slipped out of his arms. She had spied the blanket and picnic basket in the back seat. She smiled. There was something exciting about making love outdoors. The sense of freedom was exhilarating.

With the blanket and basket beside her, she cast him a knowing look. She grinned as she watched him hike up his shorts in record speed. This was no small feat. He was still very aroused. Her mouth watered with anticipation. She didn't want to waste another moment.

"C'mon, Ante!" She opened the door and waited for him to follow.

Breathing deep, Dez took in the freshness of the country air. Strands of hair tickled her face as a warm southerly wind caressed her. Gathering the silky mane in her hands, she scanned the area looking for the right spot. Her eyes focused on a partial clearing just to the left of where they were standing. Perfect. It was well hidden from the road and secluded by surrounding trees.

"Let's go, lover..." She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, almost dragging him down the path.

While she laid the blanket out on the soft grass, Ante watched her. He had a particularly nice view of her backside as she bent over to adjust the last corner. When she turned around, he caught a glimpse of cleavage beneath her top. Her skimpy shirt left little to the imagination. He almost groaned.

"C'mere, baby," he said, standing beside her crouching form. He was undressing her with his eyes as he took her small hand in his and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her hungrily, his appetite far from sated.

Clothes started to fly when they released each other. Their tops fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, discarded without thought. Within seconds, their shorts were undone. They landed in the grass along with their shirts, already long forgotten.

"Oh, girl," Ante whispered as he drank in her nakedness. Every inch of her slender body was sheer perfection. Her firm breasts were full, accented with rosy pink nipples. Her belly was taut, her hips sensually curved, her legs never ending. His eyes focused on a small tattoo that lay above her left breast. A single red rose, Dezerae's favorite flower.

Entranced, he watched as her hands caressed her creamy breasts with whispery touches. His heart skipped a beat. Her fingers stopped to pinch the peaked buds between them. His breath caught as they moved down her body, trailing toward her soft pussy. Save for a small triangle of blonde hair, the rest of her womanhood was deliciously bare. He remembered how satiny smooth she felt, how sweet she undeniably tasted.

Ante saw the devilish look in her eyes as she came toward him. He swallowed hard. She dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth once more.

"Baby..." He groaned a throaty growl and fell under the spell of Dezerae's tongue. His hands entangled in her hair as he held her close to his throbbing member. "Feels good," he said, as her lips slid down to the base and back to the tip. Whimpering sounds escaped his throat. Her tongue circled him, swirling back and forth, faster and faster.