Something Sticky Sweet

Lucinda sits on the front porch of the old Victorian house, swinging and fanning herself trying to find relief from the stifling August heat. The lemonade is mixed with just the right amount of vodka - not so much that you could smell it but more than enough to give it that little kick.

The simple white cotton eyelet sundress she wears clings to her skin, a glove against her voluptuous body. She had tried in vain to pull it away a few times, finally giving in and letting the fabric do as it wills. In a couple of hours she will go out back and take a dip but for now she is content to drink her lemonade and soak up the sun. Besides, Mr. Light is across the street washing his precious car, stealing glances at her when he thinks she isn't looking.

Lucinda leans down to turn on the radio sitting next to the porch swing, making sure that just enough of her ample breasts can be seen to spill out for Mr. Light. It is a fun game they play. He pretends not to notice, but smiles a little more as he scrubs the tires. She continues to give him little glimpses of her, unbuttoning another two buttons on the bottom of the skirt so that it falls down on either side of her bare knees, pulling the front of her dress out, blowing down between her breasts to cool herself and heat him up. This goes on for a little while until Lucinda decides to bring Mr. Light a lemonade for himself. After all it is a hot hot day and he looks as if he could use the refreshment. Isn't that what a good neighbor does?

"Hello Mr.. Light. I thought you might like a drink." Lucinda's voice is soft and lilting, a perfect southern belle.

"Why thank you Ms. Lucinda. That's awfully kind of you. It is getting rather warm out here and I still have the back half of my car to wash. Now, how many times have I told you, please, call me Connell" He takes the glass from Lucinda allowing his hand to linger on hers for just a moment.

"I'd be happy to help you wash her if you'd like Connell. I promise to be gentle" Lucinda lets out a little giggle with that last comment.

"Oh no... That's fine. You don't have to do that..."

Lucinda reaches down into the bucket of warm sudsy water sitting on the ground next to his legs, this time bending down so she is crouched just in front of him, then with doe eyes looks up "It'll be fun. I want to do it. Please..." She smiles at him, taking notice of the subtle bulge growing in his shorts. "Could you help me up please, just a hand, this heat seems to have drained some of my strength. I dare say I am at your mercy." A wicked little grin plays upon her red lips.

She grips his arm and pulls herself upright again, her other hand full of sopping wet sponge. "Well then lets get to work" she quips and begins to slowly run the sponge over the back of the dark blue BMW. She stretches out trying to reach the parts near the windows from the very back, her breasts brushing the trunk lid making her dress wet and virtually see through. As she moves around the car, Connell on one side and her on the other, she can feel his eyes following her. Again she reaches up over the top washing the roof, her wet top pressed firmly against the window. Lucinda catches Connell staring and she smiles sweetly at him then winks.

As she continues this erotic little car wash allowing her white dress to become drenched and the soapy water to slip down her legs, Connell becomes more adventurous, stepping closer and closer. Then without warning he pulls the hose out from behind his back spraying Lucinda full on with the cold water. She screams and laughs trying to run from the water. When she turns her nipples are standing pert against the wet cloth and her breasts are heaving. She can see her reflection in the freshly washed car, seeing what Connell sees. Dripping wet, dress clinging to every curve. Nipples pushing out, the wet cloth gathering at her thighs, the outline of her underwear clearly visible. She smiles large at Connell then takes his trembling hand in hers raising it to her mouth and kissing his fingertips with full soft lips.

With her head cocked to one side, she marvels at his hazel, child like eyes and their obvious amazement. A warm summer wind plays across her wet body reminding Lucinda that they were outside in public view.

"Connell you darling, the car, oops I'm sorry, the "lovely lady" is pretty much all cleaned up, so why don't you give her one final rinse and I'll go change. When you are done with her, you could come over and have another lemonade, maybe take a dip in the pool. Whatever you like." A coy smile dances across her mouth..

"It would be my pleasure. I have to dry her off so she doesn't get spots but that will only take a moment." Connell reaches up and moves a wet curl that has spilled down off Lucinda's forehead "See you shortly then."

With an attention to detail that a mother on photo day would be proud of, Lucinda picks her new clothes. A one piece bathing suit of black and earthen red accents. The front neckline plunging precariously close to her navel, a simple loop and red button to keep it together at her bust line. Then a sarong made of the lightest silk to wrap around her hips. The black cloth is decorated with huge red and golden flowers but what kind Lucinda couldn't say.

She goes to the bathroom and paints her toenails the same shade of earthen red so that she is in all ways a picture of summer perfection, her hair now in ringlets of curls from the soaking Connell had given her.

She goes back down the heavy oak staircase and heads towards the kitchen when a faint knock comes from the front door, followed by a soft "Hello?"

"In here Connell" Lucinda calls out "Come on in, I'm just about to make a bit more of my special lemonade and then go out to the pool. There's always room for another set of hands"

Connell finds his way through the house. He has never been inside before, he has only watched this bloom from across the road, smiling and savoring the little game they played on hot days. Lucinda continues to chatter so that he can follow her voice into the kitchen. "There you are... Come on, grab a lemon and start squeezing. The secret ingredient is over there in the freezer."

She watches Connell with the fascination of a child as he walks over and opens the freezer, taking out the black bottle labeled Polar Ice, a picture of a white bear on the front. When he returns bottle in hand, a smile has kissed his lips and Lucinda fights the urge to rush him and taste it. It is always this way when he smiles. Those full lips, that boyish dimple, the promise of nectar so sweet, it makes her mad with desire. Worse yet she has never felt them pressed against her, she has never had the chance to savor their taste. Today she is going to change that. She has to have them, has to have him...

Lucinda regains quiet composure, taking the bottle from him noticing the fine hairs on the back of his hand and how they are standing straight up. She pours about 6 ounces of the clear liquid into the mixture then hands it back to him. "That ought to do us for now" she says winking at him again. With the addition of some water and sugar to taste her brew is complete.

"Could you please grab those glasses and follow me" she nods at two tall tumblers made of blown glass, the sun casting a blue glow on the tile as it shines through them. He does as he is told and then goes out the back to a secluded garden oasis.

"Wow.... I had no idea this was here." Connell's eyes reflect an amazement at the lush greens and verdant shades of pink, red, blue and lavender. The air is thick with the natural perfume of flowers and growth. The pool is more a pond, not large enough to swim in but more than comfortable to lounge in, to play in. With delicate precision, the table and chairs are placed so not to intrude but merely be part of the whole.

Lucinda beams as she places the pitcher on the wrought iron table "It's my sanctuary. A place where I can shed the cares of the day and just relax" "That pool... It's really a Jacuzzi. I had it installed about 3 years ago. I wanted it to blend in so I had a lot details put into it's placement and it's finished look. As for the plants, aside from trimming them back, I just let nature do as it sees fit. I've never had a green thumb, even if I love the look. I have a gardener come in every so often just to check on them and occasionally plant something new." She flushes a little feeling that familiar sense of rambling that she does when she's excited or nervous.

"Well I think it's fantastic. I can certainly see why this would be a sanctuary. I guess that's what my car is to me. A place to escape to and with." Connell fills the glasses turning the glass from blue to a muddy shade of green. Handing one to Lucinda he says "Cheers to sanctuary no matter how it comes".

"Here here!" Lucinda pipes over the clink of glasses as the moment dances on the breeze. She takes long sip of the cool drink, feeling it slide down her throat offering a seconds reprieve from the heat, then vanishing. "I'm going in the pool, why don't you join me?" She tears the sarong off leaving to lie on the grass and steps carefully in to the water, drink still in hand.

Slowly she sinks down below the surface, placing the glass on the flagstones that encircle the pond. Then with a deep breath she plunges below her hair floating up to the surface above her. When she comes up again the water dripping from her cheeks, she sees Connell following suit, his shirt a pile of folds on the grass next to the sarong. She loves his chest, wants to touch it with ginger fingers, wants to kiss it, wants to inhale his scent. She can see the discomfort in his face when he feels her eyes lingering on him. "Come sit next to me you sexy thang" she says flirting with him, trying to ease the moment.. A nervous laugh escapes like a breath from his mouth and in a stammered voice he says "I'm not all that comfortable without my clothes, especially around you"

"I can't possibly imagine why... You look absolutely edible to me" Lucinda replies in a honey coated lilt of a voice. She smiles at Connell then decisively she leans over and kisses him gently, not on the chest as she wants but on his flushed cheek. The heat of his skin teasing her lips, begging to be tasted again. She fights the urge and starts to pull back when Connell turns his face to hers. Now it is he that leans in and kisses her, full and firm upon the lips.

The heat between Lucinda and Connell was more than just the August weather. Her heart beat faster as his lips pressed against hers, and in a moment of daring she let her tongue push between them finding the moist warmth of his mouth.

Connell pulled Lucinda closer, so close she could feel his own heart beat strong and steady inside his beautiful chest. Their hearts finding a rhythm together as the kiss turned slowly into a lingering dance of tongues delving and playing upon each other's. Every second pulling Lucinda deeper into him, wanting to taste all of him. Then Connell pulls away, a hunger settling in his eyes that she has never seen before, but has felt a million times.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... Well now... That was fun" Connell smiles large, red lipstick dotting his lips. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to kiss you. Just pull you in my arms, crush you close and savor your lips. The very idea has haunted my imagination for what seems like forever." Taking a sip of his drink Connell looks to Lucinda. She can see he is waiting for her response, a little nervous, a little unsure.

"Yes it was!" Lucinda laughs. "and you are not the only one who has been visited by these teasing visions. I have wanted to kiss you beautiful mouth from the first day I saw you. I have wanted to feel you skin beneath my fingers, to kiss your chest." with that Lucinda leans over and does what she has been longing to do. She kisses his chest, taking a dark nipple betwixt her teeth gently rolling it, drawing upon and tasting his skin. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... I just could not wait any longer." she looks up at Connell from his chest placing her face against him warm and wet.

He reaches down stroking her hair, lifting her face to him, bending down to kiss her again, this time a little more harshly, with a little more hunger. Lucinda gets closer, straddling Connell in the water, feeling his hardness pressed against the fabric of her suit. Cloth against cloth, both straining to break free as they devour one another, hands roaming over one another.

Connell lets his hands wander over Lucinda's curves, slipping inside her suit, pushing the strap off of one shoulder exposing her breast then leaning in and sucking the pink pert nipple. Lucinda's breath comes sharp and her hands instinctively pull him closer, fingers entwining in his dark hair. Her hips beginning to find their own rhythm against the restrictive cloth. On he continues tasting and teasing her, his hand then pushing aside the other strap and his mouth venturing to the newly exposed breast. Every second is pure pleasure to Lucinda and her voice echoes it in soft moans.

"You are so beautiful." Connell whispers to her between kisses "You amaze me."

"Mhmmmmm... To me you are the most beautiful thing Connell." Lucinda replies in her own whispered passions. "A moment of perfection that I have desired for so very long." She kisses his eyelids softly, feeling his lashes as they tickle her lips.

Connell continues to trace her curves moving the suit ever further down, sliding it over her hips as their mouths explore each other again, their thoughts no longer needing to be heard but only felt. Pushing it down past her knees then dropped to the floor of the pool. Lucinda following his lead, unbuttoning his shorts, pushing them down gently, freeing him, taking his hardness in her hands, stroking gently. She wants to make the moment last and yet she wants to feel him inside her just as much.

Under the water, warmed by the heat of the day, Lucinda continues to stroke Connell slowly, deliberately. She then moves on to him, placing him between her legs but not inside her. With the same painful pace she slides back and forth against his shaft, her clit grazing it lightly sending shivers through her body. Connell's hands now grip her tighter, following her motion. His mouth drawing upon her breasts, tasting the passion from her like honeydew.

This dance playing out in slow-motion, each feeding off each other's desires, hungers. Lucinda feels the first orgasm building with each back and forth brush of his hard shaft against her throbbing clit. The intensity growing coming at her in metered waves, pushing her to move faster, straining against Connell's strong hands as he holds her, keeping her pace steady. The pressure continues to rise, each methodical stroke taking her one step closer. Her breath comes in pants and whimpers which are devoured in Connell's kisses. Louder and louder she gets until she can hold back no longer. In a torrent she cums hard, crying out at the release. Her muscles clamping tight in her whole body, a giant contraction then the subsequent release, making her weak.

Just as the waves start to lull, Connell slides inside her. Her muscles still tight, Lucinda gasps at the sensation of him pushing in past the pink folds, deep into her velvet grip. Her body starts to grind forward meeting his hips, her every nerve begging, crying out in hypersensitivity, for more, for less, for anything.

Her movements are tempered by Connells regulating grip. In her mind she rushes at him taking him into her in swift harsh strokes. She tears at him with imaginary claws tasting from him every drop of passion. In reality she moves like a pendulum, rocking, breaths deep and slow, savoring every sensation as it comes to her, as it pulsates through her

Connell gazes upon her like an adoring angel then he takes Lucinda by the hips, lifting her up. She whimpers at the loss of him in her. He smiles then places her on the ledge of the pool, her skin wet and glistening in the afternoon sun. Her breaths come a little harder as Connell spreads her thighs, then a gasp as he tastes her, dragging his tongue along her flesh then circling her clit. He pulls another gasp and then a low moan from her with a suck.

Lucinda steadies herself with a hand behind, her back arching, her hips reaching forward to greet his mouth. Her other hand finds his hair, fingers wrapping in the dark silk, wanting to pull him even closer still. His tongue continues taste and swirl, desire swelling within her again when he delves deep inside. Her body shudders against him, her voice rises in moans and whimpers as he draws from her another orgasm, not stopping, his tongue dancing across her clit then deep inside her. The waves of ecstasy cresting and crashing down upon Lucinda. Her breaths are now more like panting than breathing as she cums again, each one harder, more intense. Each time she is louder, crying out "Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Connnnnnnnnnnnnnnnelllllllllllllllllll" Somewhere off to the edge of her sanctuary a tree comes alive with birds flying away, startled by the noise.

Lucinda's mind is swimming, she is beyond reason anymore. She takes Connell by the hands pulling him up onto the lush grass. Dripping wet he stands before her, his hardness in front of her, her hunger swelling. She now teases him with her tongue, letting it dart around as she takes him in her mouth. Like the beat of a bee's wings she flicks all along the underside of his sex as she takes him deeper into her mouth, swallowing him then letting her teeth gently scrape against him as she pulls away. She finds her perfect rhythm tasting, tempting, swallowing then drawing deep upon him. Connell's hands find her hair, gently stroking her, watching her as she looks up at him with imploring eyes, never losing her beat. Then with one long draw upon him she takes him from her mouth and pulls him down to the grass, laying Connell back.

Lucinda rains kisses down upon his eyes, his lips, his neck and chest. She nips him gently as she straddles him again lowering herself down upon him, filling herself with his heat, with his hardness.
A soft moan falls from her lips and mingles with a moan from his as she pushes deeper down on to him. Her hips grind against his rocking back and forth, then leaning forward pulling him almost from her only to lunge back down on him. She holds him like the huntress in her claws, hand upon his chest as she takes from him, feeding her need. Lucinda's eyes glaze over and a look of pure animal lust overcomes her. Her voice now comes in low throaty growls as she rides Connell faster and harder.

She leans back, hands on his thighs now, fingertips digging in as his shaft grates against that sweet spot deep inside her. Connell's hands now explore her body, running along her hips pulling her even deeper. She is beyond control. She begs to feel him explode inside her. "Come on baby... Please baby... Come on let me feel you.. I need to feel you... Pleeeeeeeeeeeease" she pants and whimpers. Connell can resist no longer and with a long soulful moan he cums hard inside her. She feels the hot liquid splash against her insides, ripping yet another orgasm from her. Her muscles contract around Connell, massaging him, milking him from every drop till she is a quivering doll flopped across his chest.
Connell wraps Lucinda in strong warm arms, kissing her forehead, just listening to her breathe for a moment. Gently he lifts her chin and kisses her lips. She is in awe, nothing she had ever imagined could even compare to reality that was.

Lucinda smiles, stealing another kiss. In a whisper she says "Thank you for making my dreams reality."
Connell laughs "You took the words from my mouth, I was certain it was my dream realized.""