"Oh!" he said when he walked in the front door. "Oh, hey!" he said delightedly as he surveyed her naked self.
She grinned enticingly. "Come out back. I've built something."
"Built something?"
"Yeah. Come on." She took him by the hand and led him to the back door of their charming vacation digs. The back garden was enclosed in a head high brick wall and was very private. There were rose bushes in bloom at the foot of the wall all the way around and in the center back was a small pool enclosed in a three or four foot high chain-link fence.
"Where's your thing you built?" he asked, looking about in a puzzled fashion.
"Here." She led him back to the pool and pointed down at the edge of the fence to two small arrangements of oversized bricks. About two feet from each other they made little staircases, running alongside the fence. Each had three bricks at the base, then two bricks, then one. The tall flat sides faced each other. "Let me show you how it works. Stand against the fence between the little stairs." He complied. "Now let me get you naked too."
She was a few inches shorter than he. She could just rest her chin on his shoulder. And she did just that as she gave him a hug before she began unbuttoning his shirt. He started to help, but she said, "No, no. I want to do it." So he contented himself with running the hand that she wasn't removing from a sleeve through her hair.
When his shirt was gone, she laid her cheek against his chest and rubbed it through the sparse thatch. She raked her knuckles through it appreciatively. Then she sank to the ground, relishing the cool of the spring grass and the way it tickled her cunt. It needed a mowing and was long and soft. She removed his shoes and socks, he balancing by placing a hand on her head. Next, she reached up and proceeded to loosen his belt and pull down his zipper. He was fully erect, of course, and she had to pull the elastic of his underwear out to get it over the tip.
When he had stepped out of his remaining clothing, she leaned over and, pulling her lips over her teeth, nibbled at the tendons on his feet. She loved his feet. She loved his muscles and slowly slid her hands over his calves. She loved the rough texture there and on his thighs. She loved the smooth feel of his ass and back and more rough texture on his belly and chest. She loved his face too. It had always struck her as handsome.