Late Summer Fun

As you finish, you turn away and pick up the basket and skip away, smiling at me and humming to yourself. You stop to look into the sky, the perfect blue of it all above us, and then you make your way over to me and reach to take the hose from me, telling me that you wish to help. I never stop to think that perhaps your motives aren’t so innocent … until you hit me full in the face with a blast of cold water!

You laugh delightedly as the water rushes at me, soaking my clothes, and after I recover, I dash at you and we wrestle for the hose. Sometimes we grab the buckets of water I’ve scattered around, sometimes we shoot one another with the hose, laughing all the while, teasing and taunting one another.

Finally we’re out of breath, panting and still giggling. Our games have led us farther into the yard, closer to the clothesline. I notice that your dress is entirely drenched, sticking to your skin, but now that which I could see before only in silhouette, I can see almost clearly through the wet fabric. Your nipples are two dark, mesmerizing points that stand through the cloth, I can see the ripple of your leg muscles, the soft indent of your belly button, and I can see that you’re wearing very simple and cute white panties.

Now that you’ve played your little trick, you see the hunger in my eyes and when I step forward and put my arms around you, you yield to me easily, wrapping your arms and legs around me tightly as we kiss and touch. But only after a few moments, you pull away and with a smoky, coquettish look, you step behind one of the hanging sheets.

The sun plays the same trick here that it did with your dress, and in shadow play I watch as you remove your dress, pulling it above your head. I watch your hands as you drape the dress over the line, and then your shadow as I see you bend and lifting each leg lightly, remove your panties and place them on the line next to your dress. You then pull the line down and fold your arms on top of it, resting your chin on them as you say to me, “Are you going to join me, or stand there dripping?”

With a wry grin, I dash around the sheet and find myself in a maze of white, fresh smelling walls, still damp and hanging heavily though waving slightly in the breeze. Though we’re outside, we’re still enclosed in this little world of white, where no eyes can see us.