Cats and Dogs
"'It doesn't rain in Sunnydale. It never rains in Sunnydale. The weather girl knows nothing.'" Joyce mocked, as she wrung out the hem of her dress and retreated into the shelter of the tiny Gazebo.
Xander followed her and threw the picnic basket onto the seat. "I'm sorry! OK? How was I to know that today was the day of Sunnydale's Annual Rainfall?"
"You could have listened to the forecast."
"They've never got it right before!" He smiled at her and sat down, pulling her onto his knee. "Come on, it's not the end of the world, we're undercover now. Let's eat, it'll stop soon and we can go home.... I've said I'm sorry."
Joyce shook her head and pouted. "You're not forgiven. I'm wet and I'm cold and my clothes are soaking." He looked at her and licked his lips. The rain had drenched her dress and it clung to the soft, smooth curves of her body. Her nipples were hard and erect with the cold. He slid the palms of his hands over them and she shivered, but not with the chill. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it through the thin, wet cotton while his fingers squeezed the other. She moaned, finally pulling away and kissing him hungrily.
Xander caressed her back. "Take them off. There's no one around."
Joyce looked at him. "What if someone comes?"
Xander laughed. "If anyone's brave enough to go out in that." He pointed to the heavy rainfall outside the gazebo. "The least they deserve is to get an eyeful of gorgeous, naked Joyce Summers. Come on you'll feel better... and warmer."
She rubbed herself against him. "Fine. You undress me." She moved off his lap and onto the seat next to him, holding out her arms.
He peeled her jacket off her damp shoulders and threw it onto a seat. He ran his hands down the front of her wet, clinging dress, her nipples standing out swollen and tender. She groaned as he touched her. He unzipped her dress, pulling it off her arms and down to her waist. He bent down to suck one of her nipples, hard. With one hand he pinched and rolled the other nipple, while with the other he lifted up her skirt and rubbed at her panties. He grinned at her. "You're right. These are very wet."
She closed her eyes and panted. "Mmm! ...Take them off... I'm so empty." He knelt in front of her, pulling them down and off her legs. He rubbed his fingers gently along her cunt, slipping his fingers inside her dripping pussy and brushing them along, inside her lips, to her swollen clit. He looked up at her as she threw her head back, her pale, creamy breasts trembling as she arched her back. He licked his fingers. He pulled the dress off her and threw it onto the seat with her jacket. She was naked in front of him.
He ran his hands up her legs, stroking and caressing her inner thighs. He lifted up one of her legs and licked the sensitive skin behind her knee. She moaned. "If you're not gonna fuck me, stop teasing and get your mouth on my clit."
"Anything you say my lady." He inhaled. He loved the smell of her aroused pussy. He bent his head down and sucked at her clit, gently. He licked round it as she ground herself against him. He pushed two fingers inside her tight, wet opening, thrusting them in and out, gradually increasing the pressure.
The heat was building up inside her, her stomach cramping and her cunt tightening round his fingers. She screamed. "Harder! Get your mouth on me! Now!" He only had to rub for another second before she came, with long violent shudders.
She gave him a lazy smile. He smiled back. "Feeling warmer?"
"Much." She pulled him up and kissed him hard. She rubbed her hands up his damp shirt and round his neck. "Now I think it's time for you to get out of these wet things."
He smiled, acting shy. "What if someone comes?"
She licked her lips. "Someone already has... and unless you want to be left out.... Shut up and strip!"
"I love it when you take charge." He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled it over his head. "Almost as much as I love it when you talk dirty." He kicked off his shoes and socks, undid his wet jeans and peeled them down his legs, pulling them off. "And almost as much..."
Joyce got up and kissed him. Tracing her finger over his lips, she said. "Xander... face it. You just love it." She slid her other hand down inside his shorts. "Mmm! And so do I." She stroked his hard erection and he jerked in her hand. "Now let's see, I'm sure there's somewhere this would fit nicely." She pulled his shorts off and rubbed him gently, gradually increasing the rhythm of her strokes.
He pulled her hand away, reluctantly. He turned her to the wall and bent her over, massaging her round white cheeks. "You've got the most gorgeous ass."
"Just get it in me." She was tall and leggy enough for them to screw standing up with no problems. He opened her legs wider and pushed the tip of his cock into the mouth of her pussy.
He plunged his huge, hard cock into her dripping cunt, ramming it in. She screamed with pleasure as it filled her. He pulled out and slammed back, setting up a fast rhythm. Her wet heat was surrounding him as he thrust inside her, his thighs slapping against the back of hers. With one hand he rubbed at her slippery clit and with the other he squeezed her nipples.
She came again as he thrust into her faster and faster, her hips thrashing as he pumped into her. He came deep inside her, the clenching muscles of her pussy draining the cum out of him. He pulled out of her slowly as his cock went limp. She knelt down and licked him clean. He pulled her to him, kissing her and playing with her breasts.
She pulled away. "Playtime's over honey. The rain's stopped." The sun was coming out.
He protested, half-heartedly. "But our clothes are still wet."
She threw his shorts at him. "They can dry on us. All it's going to take is one overzealous dog walker... and I won't let you in my bed for a week."
He smirked. "You'd never manage it. You've not got the willpower."
She looked at her naked lover and sighed. "Maybe you're right. OK. Get dressed or else no food.... Will that work?"
"You know me far too well." They dressed and she curled up against him as they ate the much delayed picnic.
Joyce had a thought. "Er... Xander... did you put the top up on your car." The anguished look on his face answered her. She laughed. "It doesn't matter that our clothes haven't had chance to dry. Looks like we'll be driving home in Sunnydale's one and only mobile swimming pool."
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Joyce let herself in the house. The phone was ringing. She picked it up. "Hello."
It was Buffy. "Hi Mom. I've been trying to get you all day."
Joyce smiled to herself. "I've been on a picnic."
"In the rain."
"We sheltered. It was fun."
There was silence for a moment. "Who's we?"
"A friend, nobody you know." Joyce lied, trying to sound relaxed. She changed the subject. "What did you want me for?"
"It's... well. It's just... Louise from my course. You met her when you gave me a lift back last weekend. She said that she saw you shopping with this... well... younger guy. She noticed the guy first, 'cause he was a looker, but she's sure she recognized you." Then the last part came out in a rush. "I was just wondering if there was something you wanted to tell me?"
Joyce took a deep breath. This was not the time for mother/daughter confessions. Not now and not over the phone. She laughed. "Was it Tuesday?"
Buffy sounded puzzled. "Yes!"
Joyce laughed again. "You've never introduced Louise to Xander have you."
"Xander." Buffy laughed as well. "Oh I see."
"Yes. I met him in the mall and he needed help choosing a present for whoever he's seeing at the moment. I don't remember her name." She smiled to herself. Just like everything else, shopping with Xander had been fun. "So... you think I should get a toyboy?"
"Ew! Mom I really don't want to go there!"
The End
To 'Playing It Hot' part three: 'The Bitch He's Sleeping With'