Harvest Heat: Hospital Summer Games

The scent of freshly cut hay hung heavy in the air, a sharp contrast to the humid summer heat clinging to the sprawling pond. Running a weed eater was not how he’d anticipated his day unfolding, yet here he was, wrestling with the noisy machine, the insistent whine a constant reminder of his predicament. All around him, the fields were transforming into a golden tapestry, signaling the imminent harvest, a season he’d always found bittersweet, filled with both abundance and the melancholy of letting go. His hay fever, a persistent torment, was particularly acute today, the pollen clinging to his nostrils and stinging his eyes, making him regret not taking his medication in the morning. Still, the sunshine felt warm on his skin, a welcome relief, and he was reasonably certain that the picnic planned for tomorrow would be blessed with excellent weather.

Looking around the pond, he was grateful to share the burden with others. The sheer scale of the operation, the hundreds of people expected, made it a monumental task, one he knew would fall squarely on the shoulders of his sweetheart. As he tackled the thorny patches and tall grass bordering the pond, Melissa was making impressive headway on the shorter grasses, mowing them down with the riding lawnmower, her movements efficient and purposeful. She’d initially refused to even try mowing until he had cleared the first strips, far enough away to ensure she wouldn’t accidentally plunge into the water.

In the shallow end of the pond, he watched with amusement as Stan and Marie attempted to set up the volleyball net, Stan on one end and Marie on the other. For added height, Marie perched precariously on Tami’s shoulders as she secured the net with rope. Tami, meanwhile, appeared to be complaining about the time it was taking, a sentiment he wholeheartedly agreed with. The effort required to assemble the net was considerable, and their bickering over some minor detail only added to the growing frustration.

On the far side of the pond, his attention was drawn to his sweetheart. Even under the demands of this large gathering, he was fiercely proud of her. Before the day concluded, she’d be exhausted, undoubtedly craving a long, uninterrupted sleep, but at the moment, she was engrossed in a clipboard filled with meticulous notes, meticulously surveying the scene. He’d seen the list earlier, a testament to her organized approach, and he knew she’d be going through it with military precision. She was currently borrowing a pair of Marie’s “daisy-duke” shorts, and he found it difficult to concentrate on his assigned task, the image of her legs, tanned and toned, persistently occupying his thoughts. He sincerely hoped she found time for some enjoyment during the festivities, rather than solely focusing on the logistical demands of the event.

“No, no, no…” Lisa mumbled under her breath, dropping her clipboard as she hurried towards the truck backing up on the wrong side of the pond. Just one more detail to be addressed. He was more interested in observing her legs than receiving further instructions, a distraction he would have forgiven on any other day, but at this moment, it felt like an irritation. He finally agreed to try again, hoping he wouldn’t end up submerged in the pond.

Hours later, he surveyed the scene once more, pleased with their collective efforts. Feeling the comforting embrace of his husband from behind, he leaned back against him, a wave of weariness washing over him. “Looks great, Hon,” he murmured, kissing her ear.

“Now for the food…” she replied, a hint of weariness in her voice.

“Oh, Babe – ”

She smiled wearily at him, and he cut her off. He’d encouraged her more than once to simply have the meal catered, and at the moment, he was relieved she’d taken him up on that suggestion. The added cost to the budget was negligible compared to the potential strain of cooking for two hundred people. Besides, as skilled as Stan was with his grill, he simply didn’t have the capacity to feed such a large crowd. “Just kidding!” he exclaimed, relief flooding through him.

He sighed with relief and gave her a squeeze. “Tired?”

“Very.”

“Hey Lisa – how we looking?”

“I think that takes care of site prep,” Lisa remarked, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “Are you as tired as I am?”

“Could be,” Tami winked. “Probably not – with a guy like that going to bed with me, I’d never get any sleep!” she didn’t say, a playful glint in her eyes. “Any chance we could soak in Stan and Marie’s hot tub?”

“I’m sure that could be arranged… that sounds good!”

And approximately forty-five minutes later, that’s exactly what they did. Lisa’s husband, having retreated to his office to catch up on work, left them to their own devices. The resulting atmosphere was one of uninhibited pleasure, and the shared warmth of the hot tub provided a welcome escape from the day’s arduous tasks. Stan, ever the showman, proclaimed himself the “rose amidst the thorns,” surrounded by four women in the same hot tub. Marie, predictably, nearly drowned him in response, earning her a round of applause from her friends, the other “thorns.” He was promptly conscripted into giving shoulder massages, a task he accepted with good humor. If she thought that was punishment for the “great teddy bear” for a misspoken remark, she was sorely mistaken!

“Hey there,” a friendly voice called out about thirty minutes later.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” Marie quipped to her cousin.

“Oh, maybe so,” he replied, glancing down at the same grubby jeans he’d worn earlier while weed eating. “Just came to get my Sweety.”

“I guess that’s my cue,” Lisa smiled, rising gracefully from the water and reaching for his hand.

For a moment, he regretted having headed back to the office in the evening. His lover was breathtakingly beautiful, even in her exhaustion, and he found himself captivated by her every move. He noticed the subtle curve of her hips, the delicate tracery of her veins beneath her skin, and the way her hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid gold. It was a dangerous distraction, one that threatened to derail his focus entirely. He finally agreed to try it again, hoping he wouldn't end up in the pond, and she responded with a playful nudge to his chest.

Hours passed in a haze of laughter, conversation, and shared pleasure. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the pond, Lisa’s husband, having completed his work, returned to their side. He took his place beside her, offering a comforting embrace that eased her weariness. "Looks great, Hon," he murmured, kissing her ear.

"Now for the food..." she replied, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

"Oh, Babe – ”

She smiled wearily at him, and he cut her off. “Just kidding!” he exclaimed, relief flooding through him.

He sighed with relief and gave her a squeeze. “Tired?”

“Very.”

“Hey Lisa – how we looking?”

“I think that takes care of site prep,” Lisa remarked, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “Are you as tired as I am?”

“Could be,” Tami winked. “Probably not – with a guy like that going to bed with me, I’d never get any sleep!” she didn’t say, a playful glint in her eyes. “Any chance we could soak in Stan and Marie’s hot tub?”

“I’m sure that could be arranged… that sounds good!”

And about forty-five minutes later, it was just that – good. Lisa’s husband had declined, heading instead to his office to catch up on the day’s happenings while he was working at the pond. This caused a jovial Stan to proclaim himself the “rose amongst the thorns.” Surrounded by four women in the same hot tub, it seemed perfectly “reasonable” to him, though Marie nearly drowned him with water in response, all of which earned her a round of applause from her friends, the other so-called “thorns.” He was immediately conscripted into giving shoulder massages. But if she thought that was punishment for the “great teddy bear” for a misspoken remark, she was sorely mistaken!

“Hey there,” a friendly voice called out about a half hour later.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” Marie quipped to her cousin.

“Oh, maybe so,” he replied, glancing down at the same grubby jeans he’d worn earlier while weed eating. “Just came to get my Sweety.”

“I guess that’s my cue,” Lisa smiled, rising gracefully from the water and reaching for his hand.

For a moment, he regretted having headed back to the office in the evening. His lover was breathtakingly beautiful, even in her exhaustion, and he found himself captivated by her every move. He noticed the subtle curve of her hips, the delicate tracery of her veins beneath her skin, and the way her hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid gold. It was a dangerous distraction, one that threatened to derail his focus entirely. He finally agreed to try it again, hoping he wouldn’t end up in the pond, and she responded with a playful nudge to his chest.

As darkness fell, Lisa and her husband slipped into the spacious shower in Stan and Marie’s master bedroom. The walk-in, tiled shower was a luxurious treat, allowing them both to enjoy the warmth of the water without feeling cramped. The biggest perk, however, was the intimacy it offered, a chance to reconnect after a long, tiring day. He could see the weariness in her pretty face, but she was clearly happy about the events of the day. She also had a white dab of soapy suds on her cheek, which was maddeningly sexy for some reason, as was the sight of soapy suds running down her lovely curves. For his own part, he looked delicious, rock hard and pointing towards the sky. She’d long grown accustomed to seeing him ‘hard’ whenever she was in close proximity, whether clothed or unclothed. It made them both laugh, particularly as it was flat-out something he couldn’t help… or so he said!

As they stepped out of the shower, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Lisa’s husband, having declined to shower again, headed to his office to catch up on the day’s happenings, leaving her to enjoy the quiet solitude. She wandered into the kitchen, where a feast was already laid out, a testament to her meticulous planning. It was a relief to know that the logistical challenges had been taken care of, allowing her to simply relax and savor the moment. As she approached the table, she saw her husband’s hand reaching for her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “Looks great, Hon,” he murmured, kissing her ear.

“Now for the food…” she replied, her voice laced with anticipation.

“Oh, Babe – ”

She smiled wearily at him, and he stopped. “I-I’m ready Love, I – ”

“Ready for what?!” she giggled, turning to face him.

“I think that takes care of site prep,” Lisa remarked, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “Are you as tired as I am?”

“Could be,” Tami winked. “Probably not – with a guy like that going to bed with me, I’d never get any sleep!” she didn’t say, a playful glint in her eyes. “Any chance we could soak in Stan and Marie’s hot tub?”

“I’m sure that could be arranged… that sounds good!”

As darkness continued to fall, the couple found themselves back in the hot tub, the warmth enveloping them in a comforting embrace. The scent of lavender and chlorine filled the air, mingling with the aroma of the delicious meal they had just enjoyed. They leaned back against each other, lost in each other’s arms, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off to sleep, a silent testament to their enduring love. The day had been long and arduous, but in the end, it had led them to this moment, a moment of pure bliss and contentment.

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