The rain, when it rains, is cool, and the day cools until the sun returns steaming the valley in vapor breath and we sweat for the tongues of our lovers, sustaining their need to taste. It rained that Saturday I walked up the street, so I swam in the cool air, only to later drift through the rising steam on the streets. By the time I knocked on Mandy’s door I had dark wet circles staining my shirt under my arms and down my back. When she opened the door she was naked, so the sweat didn’t stain, it gently tumbled down her body in minute starts and stops, following a zig-zagged path until falling to the floor or disappearing into her furry patch of pubic hair.

“You’re naked,” I said, a bit surprised considering her parents were supposed to be visiting for Christmas.

“And you’re not. I tell you we’ve got to get on the same page one of these days.”

Grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head, “Sorry, I guess I didn’t get the memo… oh hell, it’s hot in here.”

“Hot? No it’s not hot, it’s the fucking twenty fourth of December and I’m planning a fucking, asshole of a white Christmas! We are celebrating Christmas Eve and it’s ninety five gadamn degrees in here. I’d go outside and cool down but I am not wearing any clothes and the neighbors have threatened to call the cops.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. We can work this out,” I said, trying to come up with a half-assed intelligent solution.

“Yeah, you’re gonna work this out with your cock bulging in your pants like that,” she said, wrapping her hand around my erection.

“I’m sorry, but it’s just… well you’re naked and I…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and I’d be flattered if I wasn’t so hot.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Oh they’re in the den, both naked. You know, I never realized how well hung my dad was.”

“Oh Mandy, come on,” I said, trying to figure out the situation.

“Look, they’ve gone back to their hotel, they’re gonna rent a meeting room there and we’ll celebrate Christmas in a bit cooler climate. I just hung around here for your sake.”

“So they won’t be back here, we’ll be all alone here,” I said, eyeing a bead of sweat that had trickled down her breast out onto her nipple and now, dangled enticingly. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and touched my tongue to her nipple, letting the salty droplet flow onto my tongue. Instead of backing away, I reached my hands down and grabbed her ass and began kneading her soggy flesh, while continuing to suck on her nipples, switching from one nipple to the other.

While I licked and sucked her nipples, Mandy worked on unfastening my belt, and as my tongue began running up her breast toward her neck, picking up droplets of sweat like a snowball rolling in the snow, I felt my pants fall to my ankles. I licked the salty perspiration off her neck as she worked my jockey shorts around my erection, letting them also fall to the floor. She then turned, and as I kicked off my shoes and worked my feet out of my pants, I ran my tongue up the back of her neck. Having pulled her hair forward, she cleared more salty fields for me to plow with my tongue.

Rubbing my cock over her ass, I lifted one of her arms and leaned my head in, running my tongue over the slight stubble in her arm pit. She wasn’t wearing any deodorant yet so the strong earthy taste accompanying the saltiness was all her. I licked all the sweat from under one arm and then moved to the other, all the while grinding my cock against her soft, fleshy ass.

Kneeling down, I moved my mouth down her and ran my tongue over her hips and then over her ass. She had bent over at the waist as I continued bathing her with my tongue. There, at the very top of her ass, where the crack just began was an expanding droplet. I quickly, tucked my tongue, wedging at the top of her ass as the bead of sweat melted into my mouth.

Looking down I noticed she was handing me a vial of lube from between her legs and I knew where I was going this Christmas Eve. I squeezed the lube onto my cock working it in with my hand. Her asshole was damp from her sweat, but I worked a bit of lube into it with my finger before tossing the vial onto the coffee table. I then slid my hands through her sweat to her hips and pushed my hips toward her, thrusting my cock slowly into her tight little ass. She opened up eagerly to me, so I pushed further, quickly reaching her sphincter. Pushing a bit harder, she slowly opened to me and I pushed it in to the hilt.

I slowly backed out of her, letting her tight ass muscles slide deliciously along my length until just the head of my cock remained inside her. Thrusting back into her, I could feel her hand lightly banging my balls as she rubbed her clit. It wasn’t long before she moaned loudly and she came, her ass squeezing my cock with each of her pulsations. The sensation of her squeezing me with her ass was too much for me and I quickly came just after her, dumping my white cum deep in her ass.

Once we both recovered from out orgasms, I gently pulled my cock out, feeling her ass pinch it out, closing itself up tight behind it. Mandy stood up and then turned and kissed me on the lips as a last droplet of cum dripped down onto her foot. She looked up at me in mock anger and I said, “You said you wanted a fucking asshole of a white Christmas, well we just finished the fucking asshole and there’s the white,” I said pointing at her foot, “so Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas you ass wipe,” she said, kissing me again. “Now let’s get cleaned up and head over to the hotel. My parent’s borrowed my car, can we go in yours?”

“Sure, it’s down at my house.”

“Okay, I have just a couple of packages so we can walk down and get it,” she said as we headed to the showers.

After showering and getting dressed, we grabbed the packages and made the short walk downhill to my place. My old Nissan was parked on the street and I quickly opened the trunk and we threw to packages in. I looked over at Mandy across the top of the car as I was unlocking the door, noticing she had beads of sweat dotting her forehead and above her lips. “Ah, I forgot to tell you, my AC is out.”

“Your AC is out, when did that happen?”

“About a week ago, I figured it would be okay until springtime.”

“Springtime, it’s ninety degrees out.”

“We can open the windows,” I offered.

“Well Merry fucking asshole white Christmas,” she said climbing into my car.

I slipped in behind the wheel and said, “And Happy cock sucking New Year too,” I said, starting the car.

“Yeah, only if I keep you around that long,” she replied, before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. Her tongue lingered a bit on me, catching a droplet of sweat that had rolled down my head.