The sun was relentless, beating down on them all day, making their skin warm to the touch and red in color. But they didn’t care. Today was their day to live life to the fullest.
She wore a skimpy bikini depicted an adapted version of the American flag and he wore trunks with the same pattern. They splashed and laughed on the surface of the pool, the chlorine staining their hair and skin. When it got too hot, they escaped below the surface to submerge their bodies in the cool water.
They threw the ping pong ball back and forth, hoping it landed into the red cup, dictating their sobriety for the day. They laughed, they missed, they made it—they were having fun.
When the rumbling in their stomachs was no longer able to be ignore, they lit the grill and threw on hot dogs and burgers. She snacked on chips and sipped beer, each drop of the alcohol illuminating her personality more than the last. He, too, sipped beer while pushing the meat around on the grill, occasionally reaching out to her, grabbing her by the hip and pulling her in for a surprise kiss.
They ate, replenishing their energy for more fun.
They laid out a large piece of plastic and covered it in soap, running wildly like children without a care in the world, sliding their soapy, wet bodies down the homemade slide before ending up in a pile at the end. They laughed so hard they couldn’t catch their breath for a moment, but when they did, they kissed. Her body glistened with suds and water in the hot summer sun. Her full breasts barely covered by her flag bikini sent a wave of excitement through his body as they let their hands wander for a few moments in the hot grass.
As the sun set over the beautiful skies, they gathered their fireworks. He lit them and she clapped as the rockets soared through the air and exploded into a bouquet of light and color. He took photos of her watching, the reflection of the light show twinkled in her wide eyes. She was beautiful and he couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled her out of her lawn chair and took her to the grass behind the house.
He pinned her down and pulled her bikini off, pushing himself inside of her as she sighed with delight. She could smell the sulfur of the fireworks on his fingers as he held her face while he pumped himself into her. The grass was scratching against her back but she couldn’t feel it; all she could feel was the pleasure between her thighs that he was giving her.
They kissed, the taste of beer mixing between their mouths reminding them of the wonderful day they had been having. He continued to push into her, her eyes now closed, soaking up every minute of pleasure. When her beauty finally overwhelmed him, he came into her and she followed him. They laid in the lawn after, partially nude, looking up at the colorful sky at dusk.
Fourth of July was their favorite holiday. It was perfect.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hl5l1c/4th_of_july_nsfw