Wicked Wednesday: Sunburn

Sunburn ©2016 Sammi Lou Thorne

The morning started out warm, and the sun was shining high in the sky. A few puffy clouds floated lazily through a sea of blue, and the slight wind ruffled the grass. I wanted to get my hands dirty, and it was a perfect day to get out in the garden. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and got to work.

As I knelt in the garden and pulled weeds, the sun beat down on my back, and I could feel sweat rolling from my forehead. It was hot: sweat was even running from under my breasts. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my forearm, and decided to take a break. I went into the house and washed my hands, then came out with a tall glass of iced water. I was still sweating, but I was cooling off, and I figured I might work on my tan a bit.

My yard had high fences and trees around the borders, so it was pretty isolated. I pulled off my tank, letting my bare breasts feel the heat of the sun. I always hated tan lines, and I knew no one would see me if I went topless. I peeled off my shorts as well, leaving on only a small pair of panties between myself and the sun’s rays.

I intended to put some sunscreen on, but first I wanted another drink of water. It was deliciously cold, and water ran down my chin and onto my chest as I drank. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then I felt my lover’s presence behind me. I could feel the disturbance of the air as he stepped closer, and his body pressed into mine as his hands cupped my breasts, his thumb and finger gently pinching my nipples. I shivered as his breath tickled the nape of my neck, and I could feel my panties grow wet as I bent my head and he gently kissed along my neck, his hands still caressing my breasts. I moaned, and he began lightly biting my neck, sending chills through my body.

The sun beat down on us, and he licked the sweat from my neck, his hands roaming down to my waist and under the straps of my panties. He nudged them down and I helped him lower them, stepping out of them and kicking them across the grass. His hands ran lightly up and down my sides, stopping to hold and squeeze my breasts before moving downwards, his fingers lightly brushing my heated skin and giving me chills while he kept kissing my neck. His breath was warm as I arched my back, and I turned my head to the right so he could nibble on my ear. It felt delicious, and I could feel my wetness as his tongue traced delicate circles on its surface.

I spread my legs as his hands grasped my ass, and then I bent over, steadying myself on the chair. I felt the tip of his cock enter me, and then he pounded into me, hard as the sun beat down on us. His hands rested just above my ass, squeezing as I clenched around him, and my moans filled the quiet air. We fucked under the sun, sweating, and I closed my eyes. I didn’t want it to end.

I woke up, a bit disoriented, on the chair. The ice in my drink had completely melted, and the outside of the glass glistened with water droplets. I looked around, but I knew he wasn’t there. I rose, naked, and headed inside, tired and hot, and my skin was on fire. I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a lobster, and I don’t think my skin had ever been so sunburnt. But around my breasts…were those handprints? I turned and looked again. They were – areas of white on my reddened skin, where my hands must have been when I fell asleep. I knew he wasn’t here, and yet…I moved my hands up and tried to match them to the handprints. I twisted and turned, but they didn’t line up. My eye caught another flash of white in the mirror and I turned, looking at my backside, where I saw two more handprints on my burnt flesh.

I marveled at my burnt body, and its handprint tattoos. Was it a dream, or something more? The white on red prints spoke volumes, and I smiled and turned off the light.

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