20.0 Anne and Ron After the Storm

One summer, Anne and Ron experienced the worst storm since they moved near the coast. It knocked out their electricity, and with it went air conditioning. The first night after the storm was too hot and humid to sleep inside, so they ended up on lounge chairs in their backyard.

Since their lot was heavily wooded, Ron was comfortable sleeping outside naked, but Anne squirmed at the thought. She considered sleeping in her underwear, but it was just too hot for that. She finally compromised between modesty and being cool by going commando and covering herself with a light sheet.

Early the next morning, Anne woke to nature’s call. She realized that she was completely naked, having kicked off the sheet in the night. Still, her very full bladder made it too late to worry about shyness. Besides, all she had to do was step into the grass to pee. A private backyard sure simplified things.

As she got out of her lounge chair, she looked down at her husband on his back in the chair beside hers. She broke into a broad smile. Ron had what he called a nighttime boner. She felt her love (and not a little desire) for him welling up as she watched him sleep, unaware of his erection. She bent over to kiss him.

Ron woke up and held out his hand for her, and she took it. He pulled her off balance so that she had to step over his lounge chair to straddle him. With her legs spread, she couldn’t support herself. She squatted facing him, his erection trapped between them. She blushed, “Honey, I don’t know if I can hold my pee with my legs stretched apart like this.”

“Lean back. See if I can help,” Ron said, sitting up as he pushed her to lay back on his legs. He began combing through her brown curls, seeking her female parts. She felt them engorge as she responded to his touch. He lightly stroked her from her vagina to her clitoris, smearing female lubricant over her pussy lips. The urge to pee diminished, and she began getting closer to cumming.

She tried to delay her orgasm, but it felt too good. She started leaking. Then, with a sigh as if the air were forced from her lungs, she came hard. With the first contraction, she began to squirt—not her usual small, leaky squirt but an absolute gusher. She shot her female fluids all over both of them – her pussy and legs, Ron’s stomach, legs, and the lounge chair. She ejaculated over and over with each contraction until she was completely drained and had to catch his hand as her clitoris became too sensitive. Ron laughed delightedly.

As embarrassing as her ejaculation was, for Anne, it had been a most satisfying orgasm. There was one more thing that could make it a perfect morning, and she was sitting on it. She pushed herself back up to a standing position. Then, slowly, she lowered herself onto him while guiding him into her vagina. She was tight after her orgasm, and it felt good to have him slide deep inside, lubricated by her orgasmic squirt.

Helped by his hands on her hips, Ron slid in and out. He began to emit a deep-throated and, to Anne, very satisfying purr. She began to feel him swell and his hips pushing up, trying to force himself deeper inside her. Then with a groan, he came. She could feel the pulsations of his orgasm and his ejaculation filling her. If she hadn’t just orgasmed, she might have again just from the joy of feeling him cum.

She sat there for a few minutes after he was spent. Then she leaned forward, her breasts pressing again on his chest. They would have to clean up later, but right now, it was her turn to laugh.