Tanya was idly clicking around on the internet at her kitchen table. The light from the window reflected off her laptop and danced in her shoulder-length hair, that was falling into her face. She brushed it away without thinking, her movements pulling her wife-beater taunt against her full, thirty-eight C breasts. She shifted restlessly in her little pink, cotton shorts, a sigh escaping un-noticed between her lips. Her blue-green eyes skimmed over the computer screen, not really taking in what she was seeing. She clicks on her email for the millionth time as her phone suddenly voices Donald Duck in the throes of passion from an apparently over-enthusiastic blow job. She quirks her lips slightly in amusement as she reaches over and flips her cell phone open, cutting Donald short right before his final moan of climax. She opens her message, already knowing who it is before she reads it. It is Mark, messaging her from the field where he has been for the past two weeks, leaving her alone, bored, and horny. She reads the words and her heart speeds up a bit as she subconsciously runs her tongue ring over her charmingly snaggled front tooth, a faint twinge stirring between her thighs, "Baby, I'm back!"
She whirls around to her laptop and quickly opens her calendar.
"Oh shit! He's a day early! Thank Goddess I already shaved!"
She texts him back, "Oh yeah? Where are you?"
She sends it and waits anxiously, her foot thumping against her chair. She runs her hands through her hair and grabs her cell phone and a cigarette and heads to the front porch for a smoke. She fights with the stubborn door knob, cursing quietly before ripping it open triumphantly and hitting the screen door handle with her palm. She looks up distractedly and gives a little yelp, her eyes widening.
"Mark!" She exclaims.
Mark grins, his dimples popping out on his lightly freckled face, his skin reddish tan from the two weeks in the hot Texas sun. She blinks up at him towering over her five foot four inches, his sexy hazel eyes twinkling merrily at her. She takes a slight step back into the house and smiles back up at him, her heart pounding she mindlessly tosses her phone and cigarette on the couch by the door and opens her arms just as he swoops down to grab her up. She giggles and tries to kick the door closed with her foot, her arms circling around his neck. She snuggles her self against him, her legs clamped around his waist, over the top of his baggy, low ride jeans slung over his lean hips. She leans forward and runs her tongue teasingly over the side of his temptingly tan neck, his blonde neck hairs like strands of gold next to the bronze of his skin. She relishes the salty taste before breathing deeply of his male scent. He locks his hands under her rounded ass, holding her against his lanky body. She purrs and flexes her hands like a cat, her nails lightly raking over his shoulders through his white t-shirt as she leans back and angles her face up at him. She runs her tongue over her lips, savoring the last bit of the salty taste as he smirks at her.