The back garden needed some work. It was, as she called it, a “primeval forest”. It wasn’t that big, but it more or less filled the area a garage would have been built. The way our shed, our neighbor’s shed, and a couple of well-placed trees kept it shady, so the work wasn’t too hot.
At one point I looked up. Clouds had filled the sky, and the foliage was taking on that “green” look that means rain is on the way. She wanted to get it done, so we hunkered down and tried to finish the weeding.
The first few drops were cold, but after crawling around in the warm dirt, they were welcome. Soon it began to rain in earnest, soaking my tshirt and hers, our hair dripping, skin slick. I was ready to quit and go inside. We’d gotten enough done for one day, and I was going to need to dry off.
*SPLAT* I didn’t expect the mudball. It splattered all over my arm and back. She was grinning at me and didn’t manage to dodge when I threw one back. She pounced on me and we began rolling around in the mud like a couple of, well, female mud wrestlers. As I said before, her shirt was soaked. Oh yeah. It was truly a sight to behold. She held me down and kissed me, slid her hand up my back and snapped my bra. I rolled her over and smeared mud all over her tummy. We played around for a while, and then it started getting a bit steamy… She grabbed at my shirt and it finally gave – I just laughed. It was pretty beat-up anyway. It tore all the way up the middle. Hers wasn’t much stronger. Slipping around, sliding in the mud, rain pouring down — she chased me inside, up the stairs and into the shower…
The steam from the shower filled the room before we finally got out of there, freshly scrubbed and grinning like a pair of cheshire cats.