Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Sunny Day  
Keywords: M/F, rom
Summary: Husband and wife with feeling
Krista lazily turned a page in her novel and sipped on her squeeze bottle of Bartles and Jaymes. The sun was warm as it floated in the early afternoon sky above the apartment building where she lived with Steve, her husband since March. Krista kicked off her sandals and looked up at the sky, then around the roof.
"Well, I guess I could..." she said to herself. Her building was the highest one in the neighborhood, there were no windows that could look out on her. It was a Monday, so she had the rooftop to herself. She rarely got any privacy up here, but she had taken a day off just for herself and everyone else--including Steve--was at work. The sun was so warm and the day was so perfect and she was so alone up here...a few moments later she had opened her sleeveless blouse and the rays were sinking into the tan skin of her tummy. Her bra was still fastened; she could button up in just a moment if she heard someone coming up. But she thought she'd be all right for a while. 
Krista read a few more pages, slowly, her mind not really on the book or even on the rooftop. She was thinking of her husband, her lover, chained to his desk. "The poor baby," she said to herself again. "Stuck in the office today with only an air-conditioner and that blonde cutie he has for a secretary." Krista's thighs were warm and brown below her denim shorts and she could almost feel her tan getting deeper as she lay there on the lawn chair. "Well, he won't give her a second look today," she thought. "Not after last night, he won't." They had made wild love, she recalled with a smile all to herself. He had plunged into her like a demon and she had bounced against him like a crazed basketball or something. Tingles ran up her thighs as she thought about it, meeting between her legs and causing her to wiggle just a little bit. "Too bad he's at the office," she thought. "I've always wanted to make love up here on the roof." She sighed and put her book on her stomach for a minute. "Maybe someday." 
God, it was warm. She felt a heavy dampness around her teacup breasts. "That's what you always call them," she said to Steve in her mind. "Teacups." She glanced around nervously again and then slipped off the catch that closed her bra. Krista lay her blouse open and pulled the lace and satin away from her "teacups". She sighed again; she was doing that a lot today, sighing with pleasure. She had the roof to herself, her book was getting good, and the sky was a blue blanket with a yellow balloon floating on it. Why not sigh? She had a bottle full of cold wine cooler and the day to herself and a well-laid look in her eyes.
Krista propped her book on her shorts, trying to keep her arms from shading her belly and leaving big tan lines. Her heroine was just about to tell off her slob of a boss--she was her own woman, and he'd better believe it! "Someday I'm going to tell Peterson to lay off, too," she promised herself. "I'll kind of take notes how Suzette does it here."
A few minutes later she put the book down by her chair. She stretched, loving the feeling of her breasts in the sun, how they moved slightly as she turned a little. The guy in the book had been put in his place and the heroine was going to get his job pretty soon. It was time for a break from reading.
"That darn sun! Why are you doing this to me?" Krista said out loud. "I'm up here minding my own business and you're trying to get my clothes off! I didn't come here to get a tan, you know." But the sun was winning. "You must be a guy," she said to it. "Trying to get my clothes off like this." The sun wasn't just winning; it had won, almost totally. Its soft touch, as insistent as Steve's during the night, had beaten her idea of how to be a good girl. The roof was empty, after all. "Okay, I give up," she said. "But you can't get away with everything, you know. What if someone comes up?" She looked around even though the roof was as empty and silent as ever, torn between feeling silly and feeling wild. Wild had already won. She sat up and piled her top and her bra at the head of the lawn chair to act like a pillow. She flattened the head of the chair, trying to delay what she'd already decided she was going to do, but finally she ran out of other things to do and she was stuck. "Okay, okay, you got it," she said, laughing a little. Then she stood up and quickly slipped her shorts down. She kept her panties on, though, in case she was surprised and had to cover up at least a little. "A little is right," she said to herself, looking down at them. There wasn't much to them, but they'd be better than nothing. White lace with heart-shaped patches on it. Steve thought they were so cute! 
Krista turned onto her stomach and stretched out. She tried to read again, but she had to kink her neck back too much and it started to give her a headache. Finally she just put her head down and...
A hand was stroking her back, stroking her legs. It was a light hand, but she was surprised that she didn't seem to know whose hand it was! It didn't really feel like Steve's hand, but it felt really good and she just let the hand stroke her for a while. It seemed to be all over her, on her back and her thighs and her neck all at the same time. There was a voice starting to whisper to her, too, but it was so soft that she couldn't really hear anything. She was sure it was saying nice things, though. So soft a voice could only belong to someone nice...Krista woke with a start and realized she was still nearly naked! She looked around quickly, but she still had the roof to herself. The shadows were a good deal longer, though. "Good grief," she asked herself. "How long have I been asleep?" She looked around wildly for her watch and then she remembered. "Oh, I never brought it with me today. I was going to go through a whole day without looking at my watch." Feeling silly now instead of wild, she slipped her clothes back on and went down to her apartment. She saw that it was about one. "Oh, wow," she said. She'd been asleep for nearly an hour!
It was another couple of hours before Krista realized she'd made a big mistake on the rooftop. By four-thirty, though, she knew she had a problem. When she heard Steve's key in the lock, she called out, "I'm in the bedroom, honey!"
Steve found her there, lying flat on her stomach and wearing only a bathrobe. She turned her face toward him without moving anything else. "Oh, sweetie, your wife is a ditz," she said with a groan.
"What makes you say that?" he said, sitting on the bed beside her and slapping her bottom lightly.
"Ouch! That's what!" she yelped, catching his hand and turning on her side very slightly. "Oh, honey, you didn't know. I was up on the roof and I got a terrible sunburn."
Steve looked puzzled. "How could you get a sunburn?" he asked. "You've already got a great tan. A really great tan," he said with a hungry look.
"I've got a pretty good tan on most of me," she said mournfully. "But not everywhere. It was all the sun's fault!"
"Can you explain that? I mean so it makes some kind of sense?" Steve asked. "Because it doesn't so far."
"I was up on the roof for a couple of hours. Actually, I fell asleep up there for a while. And then I came downstairs and then I found out I had a problem." 
Steve laughed and she reached under his shirt to yank on a couple of chest hairs. "I'm sorry, Krista, honey, but I still don't know what's wrong. You've had a good tan for weeks now."
"When I fell asleep, I wasn't wearing much." Krista buried her face in her pillow, but she could still hear Steve laughing at her!
He caught his breath after a while and asked, "Were you wearing anything? I wish I'd been there!"
"Yes, I was wearing something," Krista said in exasperation. "I kept my underpants on, just in case someone came up. But nobody did."
"Bad luck for them. But now what's wrong?"
"I've got a burn on my bottom, you idiot!" Krista finally yelled. "What did you think? I had a tattoo or something?" She turned up on her side and batted Steve with her pillow. "You're an insensitive clod of a male idiot, you...you...man, you!" She was laughing as hard as Steve by now and she almost rolled over, but a sear of pain hit her as soon as her tender skin touched the bed. "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" she yelped as she tried to laugh at the same time.
Steve gently turned her back on her stomach. "Wait a second, sweetie," he said. He got up and went into the bathroom. When he came back, Krista saw that he had a jar of cold cream in his hand.
"What's that for?" Krista asked.
"It's for your burn, of course. It ought to make it feel cooler. This is what my mom always did for me." Steve set the jar on the nightstand and sat beside Krista on the bed. She felt the silky material of the bathrobe slide along her legs and over her bare bottom. The cool air of the bedroom seemed to be caressing it just like the sun had hours earlier. 
Krista could see the hungry look in Steve's eyes again, but she didn't know what to make of it. "I'm glad you still like my bottom," she said, "but I don't know how much good it's going to do you tonight!"
"It doesn't matter," said Steve as he dipped his hand into the white cream. 
"I know that look," Krista answered with a laugh. "You get it any time you see me naked. But it may be a waste of time tonight."
"That's all right," Steve said softly. He gently dabbed the cool cream onto Krista's burned skin. It was wonderful. Krista felt the coolness of the cream spreading across her bare bottom, up onto her back a little and onto her thighs. She could feel his fingers, too, the tips soft as the breeze on the rooftop had been as they spread the wonderful, cool stuff over her burning skin. The room was silent for a few minutes and then Steve said, "Honey? Which panties were you wearing up there?"
"Huh?" Krista opened her eyes and looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Was it one of your lace panties?"
"Yeah, the one with the hearts. You got it for me on my birthday."
"I thought so. You've got another problem, but it won't really show up for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not going to believe this. You've got a burn over almost all of your butt, but there’s white where the lace was.."
"Would you stop it and tell me what you mean?"
Steve laughed again. "I mean that there are about ten little white hearts all over your little pink bottom."
"What the heck? Are you sure?"
She felt his fingers on her hips. "One, two, three, four, five, six...I guess there are only six of them. Sorry to scare you like that."
But Krista was already jumping up. She went to the mirror and dropped the bathrobe to the floor. She craned her neck around and gasped as she got a look at the pale decorations on her light pink skin. One of the hearts was neatly split by the cleft of her bottom! "This is terrible," she said.
"I don't know why," Steve replied. He was sitting on the bed; he took both of her hands in his and kissed the backs of them. "I think it's pretty cute. It's kind of like a special pair of panties we can make love with. You know, something like that happened to me once."
"You had hearts on your butt?" Krista asked, as he pulled her to himself.
"Not exactly. But I went to a beach party and a bunch of us were writing on our skins with felt pens. Like we had tattoos on our arms. Well, I got a real pink sunburn and then it faded, but the writing was visible until about Christmas. People kept asking me what it was." They were both laughing now and Steve picked Krista up and put her across his lap, face down. She felt very naked and a little silly, lying across his big thighs, most of her weight resting on the bed. She could feel, too, that he knew where the rest of her weight was. She could feel his manhood pressing against her stomach. It was stronger than the sting of her burned bottom, especially as she felt the cooling cream again and his soft touch spreading it all over the burn. It felt more than cool; each touch soothed the fire on her skin and stoked the fire that was growing between her legs and up into her belly. She liked it when he paddled her like this, but this was completely different. It was so soft, so sweet, so tender and protective. It was about the biggest turn-on she could remember in a long time!
Krista knew that Steve felt it as strongly as she did, maybe more strongly. His touch was just as soft, but it was roaming well beyond the area he had been soothing. She felt his lips against one of the little hearts on her smooth bottom, felt his hand stroking her thighs now with just a tiny bit of cold cream on his fingers. His tongue was flicking along her bottom and up her back a little, touching here, tracing a path there, tracing each of the hearts on the skin that was as sensitive as if it had been scraped but with no pain now. She was a balloon rising on desire and the sky was the limit!
She turned around and sat up in Steve's lap. "That was so good," she said softly as she began kissing him. "Let me do something for you."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asked. His hands were on her waist and her breasts, but he was tentative. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I can't feel the burn anymore," she said. "Not the sunburn, anyway. I've got a different burn." Krista undid Steve's tie slowly and tossed it toward the chair by the bed. Steve was finding her quite a handful, lively and naked, tan over most of her body and smoothly pale across her breasts and her pelvis. Krista heard his breath coming a little short as she kissed him some more. She moved her tongue from his mouth to his neck as she opened his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. "I love your shoulders," she said, her words muffled by his skin in her lips. "They're so big and strong. And I like your chest hair too." She was brushing his body hair with her hand, which was her favorite thing to do with his chest. The other one was to yank on the hairs sometimes--which was how she'd learned how much fun it was to be paddled by her lover-husband. He was pulling his shirt out of his pants now and the shirt landed beside the chair with the tie. His shoes came off with a clump-clump as Krista pushed Steve onto his back on the bed.
He would have undone his pants except that Krista lay on top of him already. His urgency was almost painful against the constricting clothing, but she was the boss now. Her weight lay warm and wiggling against him and she felt him tense and trembling under her. She let her tongue play around his neck for a while and then she slid off of him to kneel at his side. Her hands got busy, opening his pants, tugging them down, freeing him from his socks. She stroked his long, slender legs and brushed the hair on them, too, feeling her reward as she slipped one hand inside his underpants and felt his response. Krista stretched herself along him again, putting her head on his chest as she put her hand on his erection again. She felt his response in his hands, the urgent touching on her breasts and her belly, in his tongue as he licked her nipples into points of pleasing fire. His ragged voice, murmuring things she couldn't really make out, was more beautiful and more erotic than any poetry, more than any love song.
Krista pushed on Steve's shoulder and he obliged by rolling onto his stomach. This was what she had been waiting for. She looked for a few long moments at his back, his legs, his bottom outlined by the red briefs that she'd chosen for him. Then she slipped the waistband down and she took a little of the cold cream from the jar. Slowly she spread it across his sparsely-haired bottom and into the cleft, up onto his back. Steve was trying to reach her thighs, any part of her, but he couldn't really get to her from his position face-down on the bed. She got on her knees again to finish pulling off his briefs and he rolled to his back. Steve began to sit up so he could reach for her, but she dive-bombed him and nearly threw him back on the pillows.
There was no time left for slow touching or teasing movements. Raw need filled the room with a heady scent and crackling sparks. Krista felt her lover's body between her thighs and his need against her bottom as he strained for her. She felt his love in his arms around her and his strength in his thighs against her back as she rose up on a wave of pleasure. She raised herself and took him in her hand. The beat of his pulse was in time with her own as she slipped his erection into her overheated center. Her sweetness was a river of lava that sucked him into her; he was the food to fill her greatest hunger. Krista leaned forward to press the pulsing points of her breasts against Steve's chest. Her arms twined around his neck as they kissed and his hands squeezed her thighs, her bottom, her knees. It was hard for her to meet his tongue with hers and still hold him inside herself, but she managed it. She managed it for a long time as they pulsed together in the fire-dance of lust and love and need and fulfillment. 
Each movement pushed them along the fire-walk toward the wall of flame that waited for them. Each movement made Krista want to rush to the wall of flame and dive through it, but she didn't. With Steve's help, she made the fire-walk as slow as she could. Each step was glory in itself; each step was pain because they were still working toward the wall of flame. But they could only hold back a little while. They were only human; the wall of flame was older than they, stronger than they, and it called with a voice they must follow. It called to them to hurry and finally they did, rushing to the flames and diving into them with all their hearts, diving together as they climaxed with seconds of each other, diving through the flames to whirl in the eternal fire of two in one flesh.
The flames began to die down. The brightness in the room faded to an ordinary summer sunset that painted the walls gold. Krista's breathing cooled as her body cooled and she could feel Steve's heartbeat coming back to normal as she rested her head on his chest. The firewalk was over again, too soon as it was always too soon. The world was back on the other side of their bedroom door. Tomorrow she would go back to her office and that slob Peterson, still waiting to be told off. But there were still a few minutes to just lie here with her lover for life. She heard him mumble. "What did you say, darling?" she asked.
"I said, 'What's for dinner?'", he answered. Whatever he said next was cut off by the pillow she was trying to stuff in his mouth.