Harold returned from San Francisco elated, but not for the reason Kitty wanted him to be slated. It wasn't because he'd missed her.
"I think I've got that financial consulting contract lined up," be said happily. "I've got some more pound work to do, some more rails to grease. But they've given me a lot of encouragement."
"Does this mean you'll be spending some time in 'Frisco?" she asked.
"For a while. I've got to stay on it until the deal is signed."
A week later he announced he was going to the coast again. Kitty accepted the news stoically.
The morning he was to leave, she packed while Harold ate breakfast and read the morning paper. She took off her robe, brushed her hair and applied a light layer of makeup.
Standing before the full-length mirror in their bedroom, she noticed the perfect arch of her legs as light streamed through the short, thin gown. Her large dark nipples were as visible as if seen through a thin veil of smoke.
"When does your plane leave, darling?" she asked, taking the bag to the kitchen.
Harold didn't look up from the paper. "Eleven-thirty."
"Then you have an hour or so to kill."
She took the coffee pot to the table and gave him a refill.
"I'll miss you, Harold," she said, her tit touching his arm.
"You'll have a chance to catch up on some housework."
Harold finished his coffee and the paper simultaneously, picked up his bag, kissed his wife on the cheek, and left.
Kitty watched through the living room window as his car left the driveway. Reaching under her gown, between her legs, she was surprised to find her pussy totally wet.
She was surprised and excited. Wildly excited.
Then she remembered that James wouldn't be there to work on their lawn that day. The excitement turned to disappointment.
Her fingers lunged deeper past the dripping edges of her cunt, into hot, moist flesh – hungry flesh.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, hearing her own echo in the caverns of the vast empty house. She moaned again as her lingers explored deeper, and faster.
Her entire body was shaking with desire as she dialed the phone. He worked only a couple of hours on Wednesday, early in the morning before the sun got too hot.
He would be home now, having a beer. Maybe taking a nap or a shower. She imagined him standing in the shower stall, his muscular body covered with soap, rivulets of water running down his chest, his flat stomach, down his long cock, dripping from his balls.
She squeezed the receiver as if it were his cock, hard in her hand – then she licked it, just as he answered.
"What kind of game are you trying to play with me?" he asked. "I don't work your place for a week!"
"Wait! James! It's not a game. It's-it's one of the sprinkler heads."
"What about the sprinkler head?"
"It's broken! Water's shooting everywhere! Harold's gone to San Francisco again, there's nobody here. You've got to do something!"
"Oh shit!"
She knew he'd come. He wouldn't have slammed down the receiver that way if he wasn't planning to come.
She raced to the garage and got a hammer, then ran out the back door and searched frantically for the faucet that turned on the sprinklers. She turned it on full bore, then ran to one of the sprinkler heads near a row of tall bushes.
Water sprayed into her face as she swung the hammer twice, then three times, breaking the sprinkler head at its base. A steady stream of water shot straight up, hitting the overhanging bushes and cascading back down into a narrow gully that quickly began filling with water.
She hid the hammer, ripped off her soaked gown, and dived into the pool to cool off. He would be there soon. She would pretend to be surprised that he got there so quick. He would find her nude in the water and he would be hot and… "Not playing games, eh?" he said harshly, standing at the edge of the pool, staring down at her as he would a heap, of trash.
"James! You surprised me!"
"Bullshit!"
"I didn't know, how to turn it off!"
He held her wet gown up. "The same way you turned it on," he said, walking to the faucet and twisting it firmly.
"Too beautiful." She smiled, bending forward, licking flesh and muddy water until his cock stood high, then taking it in her mouth and going down into the muddy water, her tongue running circles around the head, the ridge, up and down the hard cock-shaft.
Her hair got wet and muddy, but she didn't care. She felt his hand, filled with a glob of mud, rubber back, her tits, then over her wet, hungry cunt. She loved it! She loved the feel of his hands through the gritty mud.
She loved the taste of his cock as it swelled inside her mouth.
He pulled her face to his, kissing her hard, his tongue driving into her mouth almost as deep as his cock had. She felt his mud-caked hands grabbing the cheeks of her ass, pulling her cunt to him. Then she felt that wonderful cock driving into her wet pussy.
She would have fainted with pleasure if she wasn't afraid she would miss the next exciting sensation.
"Fuck me, James! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" The deeper he drove into her, the more mud and sweat she felt and tasted, the more wildly excited she became.
"I want it all, James! Your cock! Your mouth! The feel of your ass! Your sweaty body! I want it all! All!"
She came with a long, shrill screw, her tongue in his ear, deep in his mouth, licking mud and sweat [missing text].
The mountain of water suddenly stopped.
"You better find yourself another lawn man," he growled.
"James! Wait!"
"You're looking for a Monday morning romance Kitty. That's not my bag, not any more."
His harsh words were like ice water in her face. She leaped out of the pool, standing nude before him. "All right, asshole, what do you want?"
"A woman who knows what she wants."
"I want my fantasies fulfilled."
"That's a start."
"With a man, a real man. A man like you."
"And then what?"
"On day at a time, James. One fuck at a time."
"You want to have your cake and eat, it too!"
"That's right, James. And I plan to eat a hell of a lot of it! If not with you, then someday else!"
His smile was slight, but it was a smile. Something she said had pleased him. He walked to the puddle of muddy water beside the hedge.
"Come here," he ordered. "Let's see if you can take it messy."
He undressed as she walked toward him, her lips parted, sweat beginning to form on her forehead, her upper lip.
He pulled her down into the dark shallow water, sitting so the head of his cock bobbed above the surface.
"Too dirty for you?" he asked.
[Missing text] from his eye lids. Her legs gripped him, pulling him into her deeper, harder.
They rolled out of the muddy water onto the damp, hot grass, the sun blistering down on their bare flesh.
She started to come a second time when she felt his cock grow and throb inside her wildly-excited pussy.
"That's it, James!" she screamed in ecstasy. "That's what I want! A man! A man! That's it!"
His come was hot and powerful. It gushed in her, then flowed over the lips of her pussy onto the grass.
"Enough?" he asked.
"No! No!"
He stood over her with a hose which leaped alive with a strong burst of fresh water, rinsing her hair, her face, her body. He aimed it at her cunt, still dripping with his come, and turned on the pressure.
She leaped up. He aimed the forceful stream at her ass.
She turned and ran toward him, grabbing the hose from his surprised hands, turning it on him. The force of the water hurt his balls, reddened his semihard cock. When he turned, she ran closer and stuck the nozzle against his asshole.
He tried to run. She followed him. He turned quickly, grabbing for the hose. She dodged, aiming the steady, burning stream at his balls.
She turned the nozzle, cutting the water to a trickle. "I can be a deadly weapon too, James. Or I can be a woman, like you've never seen before – the kind of woman you have just brought out in me. Which will it be, James?"
He picked her up, burying his face in her full tits, licking nipples, then sticking his tongue in her belly button, then down to her cunt.
"You taste like muddy water," he said.
"That's only the icing on the cake."
He ate away the icing and got to the real meat, his tongue lapping hungrily at the pussy-juice that gushed forth.
"I'll take the woman," he said. "I'll take the woman's tits, the woman's ass, the woman's wet cunt. I'll take it all!"
"You better, James, you better!" Kitty grinned, thrilling to the feel of his tongue sliding into her pussy.
He dropped her into the pool, falling in with her. His tongue never left her cunt. She got a scissor-hold around his neck and held him under water until his teeth threatened to rip out her pussy-lips. When he came up for air, her mouth covered his her tongue searched for his, found it, caressed it.
She fell forward in the shallow water, her hands resting on steps and a handrail. She gripped both as his hard cock found her asshole and lunged forward.
She started to scream, but he pushed her face in the water, then plunged into her again. She no longer wanted to scream. When he pulled her face from the water, she was smiling and sighing happily. He came a second time, in her ass. She loved the feel of it, the newness of it, the completeness of it. Later they sat in the water, exhausted, fulfilled, happy.
"Why did you resist me, James?" she asked. "I thought you wanted to make love."
"So? What's wrong with making love?"
"It leads to falling in love, to making plans, to moving in together – to spoiling everything."
"What do you want, James?"
"To fuck! To fuck a woman who wants to be fucked by a man. To enjoy a body that enjoys my body. And then to be free to live my life, as she is free to live hers."
"That's what I want, James. That's exactly what I want."
He smiled at her. "I know."
"What convinced you, James?"
"The way you sucked my cock in that muddy water. You really wanted it, all of it."
"I still want it!" She grinned, reaching for his prick, fondling it in her hand, clean now, as his cock was clean.
"You got it, Kitty," he said, as his cock began to rise to her touch.