Garden work

Sun burns down hot, so I hose the garden the way I hose myself after. Cool water streams over my skin until my nipples tighten under the thin top, and the soaked cotton clings like a second skin. I peel the shirt away, and my bare tits feel the rush of air and droplets all at once. One hand drops between my legs, slick already, and I rub slow circles over my clit while the sun warms my ass. The brunette watching from the hedge finally steps out, tits just as heavy and swinging free, water sliding down her stomach. She kneels on the grass and licks the water straight off my nipple, then lower, tongue flicking where my own fingers were. I spread wider for her, let her mouth take over, and the hose keeps running, spraying over both of us while she sucks and I come with a sharp cry that carries across the lawn.