Duck into the bushes

Amy takes you by the hand and pulls you off the sidewalk. The house you’re in front of has a yard that’s screened by high hedges. The homeowners must value their privacy--and Amy’s going to take advantage of it.

The hedges completely block the view from the street, but not from the house. “You know, the people who live here might see us,” you say.

“Nope. All of their curtains are drawn. See?”

“And if they open their curtains?”

“Then they’re going to get a heck of a show.” She kneels down and adjusts her ponytail to keep more of her hair away from her face. “Drop your shorts, birthday boy.”

Thunder echoes through the sky. You hesitate for a moment with your thumbs under the waist of your shorts. “We’re going to get rained on.”

She looks up at you with disbelief. “Are you going to say no to a blow job?”

“Good point,” you say, and you let your shorts and underwear drop to your ankles.

Amy doesn’t hesitate. She takes your cock in one hand and holds it steady, then leans in, letting the head of your cock push through her soft lips, and into the warmth of her mouth. She doesn’t take you in deeply--just an inch or two--but it’s enough to make you dizzy and short of breath. She gives a little mumble of satisfaction, which sends a thrilling vibration through you.

The rain finally reaches you. A few thick drops hit you, and then it’s a downpour, beating down your hair, soaking through your shirt. Amy doesn’t let it break her stride. She holds the head of your cock in her mouth while she strokes the shaft, letting the rain slick her palm. Her fingers and thumb trace your contours, while her tongue teases and caresses you.