I see her eyes taking me in from head to toe and she licks her lips. I take her face in my hands and kiss her furiously, desperate to get a taste from her.

“I – I want you so bad,” she moans. “Baby…”

My hands roam her sides and go lift her shirt, exposing her breasts. I take one of them in my mouth, kneading the other one as the rain pours down on us. I roll her nipple in my mouth and she moans, her hips bucking against mine.

My hand pinches her nipple one last time and I let go of it, bringing both hands to her waist, holding it still. I kiss the valley between her breasts and go down, further south.

I lick her stomach and go up again as my hand slips under the waistband of her skirt. I moan as I immediately feel her wet curls.

“Commando?” I ask her. She nods and I smile.

“Me too.”

Her eyes grow wider and she smiles, bringing her hand in my pants. I stroke her clit as she does the same – she’s mirroring my actions.

I put pressure on her clit with the palm of my hand as she grazes my clit, quickly circling it. My middle finger caresses her hard nub and she grins her hips against my finger – I know she loves clitoral stimulation. She often comes when I just do that.

I let my finger go down into her core. She moans and bucks harder, riding my finger as she enters me. We both thrust our fingers in and out of each other, bringing each other closer.

Tina is the first one to come. I think about the neighbours and kiss her in an attempt to mute her moans. She fights to catch some breath and I feel how my own hips are bucking harder as I come close to my release.

“Betteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee – baby – yesss – ooooooh”

One final thrust and she collapses in my arms, the orgasm shaking her body. I feel her wetness dripping all over my hand and my time has come.

“Tinaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” Now she is the one to muffle my sounds with her delicious mouth.

We both stand there, panting, our fingers still inside of each other. Tina slowly takes out her fingers. She pulls my shirt over my breasts and sucks them, each time kneading the other.

“I never got the chance to do that,” she smiles.

“You look so hot when you’re wet,” I confess.

“Which wetness do you mean?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Both.”

I lie my hands on her ass cheek, squeezing them. I love doing that. After a while, she leads us back inside.

“Let’s take a shower,” she says. “You still have dishes to finish, I believe.”

“Only if we shower together.”

“And do the rest of the dishes together.”

“Why? I thought you hated that.”

“Not when I’m doing it with you,” she says, kissing me. We head for the bathroom, ready for another round.