Early May brought Spring fever. Sienna was lying outside on a beach blanket, bathing in the sun as it kissed her skin. It wasn't overly warm out, but Sienna needed to feel the sun's rays melting away the winter blahs. She adjusted her black halter top of her bathing suit. Her black bottoms were outlined in turquoise and clung to her curvy ass. Sienna enjoyed being a bit lazy for the day.
Suddenly, she felt a tickle under her chin. She opened her almond brown eyes and shielded them from the sun. Mike was lying next to her on the blanket, propped on his elbow. he gave her a purposefully goofy smile. Sienna grinned back when she saw what had tickled her.
Mike announced in a cute voice, "I brought you a flower, pretty lady." Sienna cooed as she took it from him and inhaled it's sweet scent: a simple, yellow carnation.
"That's so sweet of you, Mike. Hey, it's not 4:30. What are doing home?"
Mike shrugged, "I didn't want to sit around cooped up inside on such a nice day. Why? Did I interrupt something?"
Sienna shook her head. "No, not at all. I was just surprised to see you." She puckered her lips and he kissed them sweetly. Mike unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the grass. He laid down next to her and allowed the sun to warm his shoulders and upper body. Sienna tickled the hair on his chest. He jumped slightly at the feel. "So, you just left work?" she questioned.
Mike shielded his eyes as he shook his head. "No, I comp-ed out." Sienna gave him a confused look. Mike tried again, "I used some comp time. Someone else filled in for me. I didn't want to be inside. Besides, is it bad if I want to spend time with my twenty-three year old girlfriend?" He grinned.
Sienna kept the joke going and replied, "No, it's not a bad thing; because I want to spend time with my thirty-one year old boyfriend." They liked to make their eight year age difference a bit of a comical matter.
She ran her fingers over his brush cut brown hair. Mike smiled at the relaxing feel. he moved closer to her, propping himself on his elbow again. He looked down at Sienna and kissed her neck.
Mike nuzzled her ear. "Are you ever going to tell me your fantasy, baby?" Her lips curled into a smile. He brushed her hair out of her face.
"Would you like to know it right now?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow. Mike smiled and nodded eagerly. Sienna caressed his chest and lightly patted his tummy.
"Don't poke my fat," Mike pleaded.
Sienna sighed, "You're not fat! Mike, please don't say that. Anyway, are you ready to hear my fantasy?" A seductive tone played at her voice. Mike nodded against as he pulled her even closer. "I hope you don't think it's boring. I mean, your belly dancer one is so exotic. I don't know if mine can even compare."
Mike clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Sienna," he began, "you told me nobody's fantasies were boring. YOU don't think your fantasy is boring."