We had been outside to do some cleaning. Hose down the house and car. Seeing Cray come outside in shorts and my white top always set my imagination in motion. How it loosely fit her making me want to outline her body and how it just barely showed her black bra beneath. It would be silly to think I hadn’t thought about taking the hose I was prepping and spraying her with it, but for now I was at least pretending to act like work was on my mind. Although among my ravenous summer thoughts I had noticed she was moving differently, less conservative, not quite presenting but a sorta sway that hinted at a passion brewing. “Vague One I don’t want to be out here all day, it’s hot” she whined as she picked up the sponge in her petite hands, to which she presented to me as she straightened her posture with a sudden motion. …show more content…
“Well maybe I want you here all day” I laughed. She tried protecting herself from it with a squeak as she held up the sponge in defence. “Vague! Stop!” I shortly after turned off the hose and took a moment to admire her now clearly seen figure and bra, but not too long. I tend took the sponge and let her have the hose knowing exactly what was coming next as I reached down to the bucket I received a bolt of water. She then stuck her tongue out at me. I played at touching tongues with her to get the normal reaction, and because I wanted to. Yet oddly enough even though she backed off her look was a bit more disappointed then grossed