He unraveled the hose and turned the water on. He must be watering the plants, she thought. The fire he made not an hour earlier was still burning hot. Watching the coals turn from glowing orange to grey was mesmerizing for her. She appreciated the time he took to build the fire, as well. It always reminded her of his patience. She sat in the oversized lawn chair near the fire pit. The heat on her skin felt like a kiss from the sun on a particularly overcast morning. Her pastel purple tank top draped over her chest in a loose fit and her black pajama shorts only covered the essentials. With her breasts nearly exposed, she rested her head on the back of the chair and enjoyed the sounds of their backyard.
“Pull your shorts to the side.” He said.
Her head popped up and she did as he said. “Good, girl. What kind of morning slut are you if you’re not ready to receive?” Without any hesitation, he pulled the handle of the hose and hit her clit directly with the small stream of water. The cold sensation took her breath away. She squealed with both shock and pleasure. “Are you wet now? Who am I kidding, you’re always wet.” He laughed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c48vn4/fires_and_fantasy_mf_ds_short_story