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Archive name (8.3): litlefun.txt
Title: A Little Afternoon Fun
A.S.S. Code: m/F-IN
Author: Dulcinea
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From imdulcinea@aol.com Mon Mar 03 18:26:03 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DULCINEA: Repost:  A Little Afternoon Fun
From: imdulcinea@aol.com (ImDulcinea)
Date: 3 Mar 1997 23:26:03 GMT

A Little Afternoon Fun
by Dulcinea


"Honey!"  She called from the kitchen.  "I need a hand in here!"

He sighed, closing his book and forcing himself up off the couch.
It was not that he minded helping her, but today he felt like just
sitting around and being lazy, and she was cleaning.  Actually, he
thought, his mind wandering, he felt like dragging her into the
bedroom and spending the day in there.  Put all this energy of
hers to a good use!  Grinning, he rounded the corner to the
kitchen.  "What do you need, sweetie?"

She was standing with the refrigerator open, peering around
the door to see him.  "Nothing much."  she answered.  With a
sudden motion, she slammed the door to the fridge, raising a
water gun up and taking aim.  "Just this."  She answered, as
ice cold water sprayed across his body.

He was so startled, he stood their for a heartbeat, staring
down at the wet stain that spread across his clothes.  "I can't
believe you did that."  He said slowly.  She was giggling, her
hands covering her mouth to suppress the laughter.  "You little
minx!"

He took off after her, and she squealed, turning and running
through the dining room.  Thinking fast, he turned around and
ducked out the way he'd come, cutting her off as she tried to
make it out the back door.  She squealed again, spinning around
and heading down the hallway to their bedroom.

He heard the bathroom door slam before he got there, and he
pounded on the door, calling her name.  "Let me in!"  He cried.

"Who are you, the big bad wolf?"  She asked, though she was
still laughing so hard, it was hard to understand her.  "Are you
going to blow the house down?"

"Grrrrr!"  He turned and stormed away, making a great deal of
noise and many blustery sounds.  She waited almost ten minutes
before she dared to open the door, carefully peeking around the
door frame to make sure he wasn't there.  "Honey?"  she
whispered.  "Are you there?"

No answer.  She crept out of the bathroom, the water gun tucked
into her waistband, acting like a spy in an old movie.  Tip-toeing
through the house, she looked for him, expecting him around
every corner.

"Honey?"  She chewed her lip nervously, wondering where he'd
gone.  He wasn't anywhere in the house that she could see.
Maybe he'd been so upset he'd left!  She rushed to the garage,
wanting to see if his car was still there-

SPLASH!  She didn't see him, didn't see the bucket full of water
that flew at her.  She stood in the door to the garage,
spluttering, completely drenched.  He smiled, enjoying the way her
wet clothing clung to her body.  Especially the way her shirt clung
around her beautiful breasts, the cold water making the nipples
spring to life.  "A wet tee-shirt contest."  he said, laughing.
"My very favorite!"

She blushed, and he reached out to tweak her nipples, as if to
punctuate his comment.  "Using a bucket was not fair."  She
cried.

"Catching me off guard was not fair."  He folded his arms across
his chest, looking indignant.  Quick as a flash, she pulled the
water gun from her waistband, shooting him twice before turning
to run again.  "No you don't!"  He called, running after her.  "I'm
not letting you get away that easily!"

His long arms proved to be her downfall, as he reached out and
grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her back towards him. She
tucked the gun into her back pocket, then turned to wrestle with
him.  He clutched her to him, dragging her to the floor, pinning
her under him.  "No fair!"  she cried, squirming to get free.

"Life's not fair, baby!"  He said, kissing her.  Slipping his
tongue into her mouth, he let his hands roam across her wet
tee-shirt, noticing that her struggles were decreasing, her hands
starting to stroke his back.

Her hands went to his pants, tugging them down his hips,
caressing his ass.  He smiled, trailing kisses down her  face to
her neck, licking along her collar bone.  "I want to make love to
you."  he whispered.

She made a sound like a purr, then started to wriggle out of her
shorts.  "Oh, you got me so wet!"  She moaned, struggling with
the wet denim.

"I'm going to make you wetter still."  He said, his mouth closing
around her nipple through the wet tee shirt.  His fingers slipped
down to rub her clit, feeling her body tense at his touch.  But
right now, he couldn't wait, needing to feel her warm, wet pussy
around his cock.

With a sigh, he slid into her, her thighs clamping around his
body.  He pumped in and out of her, slowly, enjoying the feel of
her beneath him, enjoying the feel of her body moving and
grinding against him.  Her hard nipples pressed into his chest, her
hands roaming his back.

She cried out with pleasure, her fingernails digging into her back
as she came.  He stopped his pumping and held her, letting her
body calm down a moment.  She reached up and kissed him,
then locked her thighs around him, and rolled them both over so
she was now sitting on top of him.  "It's your turn to be on the
cold floor."  She laughed.

"Mmm."  He said, pushing the tee shirt up, baring her breasts.
"Gladly."

Reaching behind her, she grabbed the squirt gun, hiding it behind
her hips as she rode up and down on his hard cock.  She toyed
with the idea of squirting him, of getting the last laugh, then
changed her mind.  Dropping the gun, she leaned forward,
bringing her breasts down to his lips.  As he shot his hot cum
deep inside her, she smiled.  Now would not be the time to squirt
him with cold water, she thought, her body responding to his
with equal fire.

Tomorrow would be a good time to squirt him again!



