4 comments/ 84089 views/ 16 favorites A Week With Jill Ch. 01 By: watersex I found myself very nervous that Sunday afternoon as I waited for Jill to arrive. She was a college friend of my daughter Sarah, and although I knew her from a couple of vacation visits she made, now she was coming to stay alone as she had some job interviews in town. I have lived alone since I divorced Sarah's mother, done well enough as an architect to work from the home I designed for myself. There was plenty of room for anyone to stay for a week without disrupting each other. Yet I found myself pacing as I waited for her to arrive. Dinner was essentially ready, her room was well set up, and it is not like I had never had female company before. But there I was walking from room to room, out to the patio, and back. I was out by the pool when I heard a car pulling into the driveway. I walked over and looked beyond the fence to see Jill getting out of a small SUV. She was about 5 feet 2 inches tall, a sneaky athletic body set off by a light brown pony tail. "Over here, Jill," I said, startling her as she grabbed a bag from the SUV. She turned and bumped her head on the open car door. Seeing she was OK, we both started laughing. As she walked to me, I was treated to the sight of her in khaki shorts and a tight light blue T-shirt cut midway down her pert breasts. I stepped around the gate and took her bag. "Follow me, madam, your quarters are this way," I said, walking to the pool house in the back of the yard. "Oh wow, I get a whole house? I may never leave," said Jill with a laugh. I dropped her bag by the diving board. With a sweep of my arm, I gestured around the yard, pointing all the way back to the jacuzzi secluded from view. "Stick with me kid, this could all be yours," I said, making the joke before thinking about the implications. I looked down at her bag as I picked it up and saw the zipper was not fully closed. On top was a frilly pair of green panties that sent my mind spinning in 17 different directions. Inside the pool house, I set her bag on the bed and pointed out the bathroom, towels and anything else to try and look casual. As I turned to leave, we collided, my hands caught her tight mid section and my thumb moved over her left breast. "I'm so sorry. Not much of a bellhop, I guess," I said. "Anyway, dinner is in about an hour – you are welcome to enjoy the pool." "I think I will, it was a long drive. Will you join me?" "Maybe in a bit," I said. "Just know you are welcome to anything here." I went back to my house feeling like 2 percent klutz and 98 percent dork. I opened a bottle of zinfandel to breathe before dinner and busied myself around the house before coming out to light the grill. As I brought out our steaks, I nearly dropped the tray. Jill emerged from the pool in a stunning blue and white striped bikini, conservative but form fitting with a triangle top framing the loveliest breasts I had seen in ages. "I feel like I'm treating you like my servant," she said as she joined me by the grill. I looked down to see her nipples pushing at her top and beads of water on her arms. "Oh now, just trying to be a good host," I said. "Well, I'm going to get changed for dinner," Jill said and walked away, her hips rocking and cute ass swaying in the full bottoms of her bikini. She reappeared in the same shorts and shirt she wore when arriving and I served us steaks and salad. Nothing elaborate, but Jill ate heartily. We talked about interviews, school, her future, my work. We drank wine slowly as night fell over the patio. "I can't thank you enough for your hospitality," Jill said as I carried our plates to the kitchen. She seemed to shimmer in the lamplight, mildly buzzed as she sipped the last of the wine. "Well, I remember how it is starting out in the world. Interviewing is tough, even with someone as charming as you," I said. "I need to get to bed shortly, but you can do as you wish – take another swim if you want. The pool stays very warm." The thought Jill might be outside swimming made me restless as I settled into bed, but I pushed all naughty thoughts from my head as I tried to get to sleep. Early the next morning, I hit the gym in my garage. I'm not bulked, but try to get an hour in every day before getting to work. I had just set up for bench presses when the door opened and Jill walked in. With 125 pounds on the bar, I was not too worried about a spotter. I was on my back when she walked over in black running shorts and a loose fitting T-shirt. "Oh hi," I said, looking up as she walked over. "You're up early." "I was going to take a run. You shouldn't do that without a spotter," she said. "Nah, it's OK. You go out on your run," I said. I gripped the bar while looking up at her exposed tight abs. She came closer to the bench, standing behind me. I looked up the legs of her shorts to see a rainbow colored pair of lacy panties. The scent of her musk filled my nose, I was lucky not to get hard on the spot. "OK Mr. He-man, I'll spot while you do your set. I don't want my host getting injured." I pressed a quick set of 12, focusing on the lift even as small whiffs of Jill wafted over me. She backed up but stood within reach of the bench. As I pressed the last one, she leaned forward and helped me reset the bar. "That was impressive," she said running her hands over mine as I tried to let go of the bar. I looked straight up, under her T-shirt at her black sports bra as she leaned in. "Thanks," I said. "I don't do it for show, just like staying fit." I got up and added 10 lbs to each side. "Wow, you are going to do more?" asked Jill, brushing an errant strand of hair from her forehead. "Two more sets, add 10 pounds each." "I better hang around then," said Jill. It was all I could do not to reach back and run my hands over her hips. She spotted me twice more, so close on the last set that I could see wisps of her pussy hair poking from her panties. "Well, that's kind of it for the show," I said as I emptied the weight bar. "I do more free weights, but they don't need spotting." "Well, it was quite a show," Jill said. As I reached for a weight, she caressed my abs with the back of her hand. "So what are your plans today?" I asked as I began one-handed curls. "Well, I'm going to run now, then I'm going to relax by the pool a bit." "Ahhh, youth," I said with a smile. "You should come out and join me. You can do that when you work from home, right? Besides, I still need to tip the bellhop – maybe a massage will do." "Well, sometimes I make allowances, but things are a bit crazy lately. Enjoy your run," I said, trying to focus on the workout. "Well, you know where to find me," she said. I did know where to find her and that was half the problem. I burned my way through the workout and was toweling off when I walked towards the patio doors. I looked across yard to see Jill in a red string bikini, reclined as she read a magazine. She looked up and saw me, waving as she spread her legs, then got up and turned around to readjust her chair. When she turned around, she patted the chair next to her. I laughed and walked away, then nearly broke into a sprint for the shower. By the time I hit the shower I could barely contain myself. Working out always makes me horny, and the peek up Jill's shorts to see her striped panties was etched in my mind even before she went to change for a swim. I washed first, lathering as the water heated up, and my cock rose without me touching it. I'm no porn star, maybe seven inches long and not really thick, but no woman has ever said she could not feel me inside her. I found myself as hard as a teenager. I had resisted getting worked up over Jill. Now there was no holding back, even as I stroked slowly with two fingers under my rod and my thumb above it. Up and down the shaft my hand went, my mind shifting to Jill laying in a lounger in the red bikini with the halter top, and emerging from the pool dripping wet yesterday in the blue and white striped one I had seen her in yesterday. My cum was surging, it felt like I could have three orgasms. I let go of my cock to pace myself and peripherally saw something moving in the bathroom. Even before she opened the shower door, I knew it was Jill. Her red bikini looked glued to her, and her nipples jutted through the fabric as she smiled at me. "You don't have to do that alone," Jill said, pushing me back into the shower as she stepped in. With one hand, she pulled the door shut. The other found my shaft and gave it a playful tug. "Oh my, this thing is just full of life," she said. My knees buckled at her touch, feathery with her fingertips, then stronger as she moved closer to me. By that point, I had reached my hand around her ass and leaned down to kiss her. Her free hand wrapped around my neck while Jill pulled my mouth to hers. As the tips of our tongues met, I palmed her firm b-cup breast. On the second pass, I pushed the cup down and kissed her nipple. Jill's jerking picked up speed as I sucked at her erect nipple. I bit it lightly as she cooed and slipped her fingers over my balls. She pushed my head from her pert tit and traced her tongue over my nipple, then lower. Water coursed over my back as the tip of Jill's tongue passed over my stomach and down. She dropped to her knees, now pulling harder on the upper end of my shaft. It throbbed in her hand, as I let out a small squeal. Holding the base of my dick, Jill began stroking me with her tongue, the tip rippling over my vein from base to head. She set a slow path as she went back and forth. On the third pass, she swirled her tongue around the spot just below the crown. My hips bucked and the first spurt of cum surprised both of us as it splattered her cheek. The second spurt filled her mouth as she clamped her lips over the head and sucked. Her head bobbed up and down, taking in half the shaft as I kept shooting my cum. She eased her lips back as my eruption subsided, and kissed the head of my dick before licking it clean. "Looks like someone was ready for me to help," she said as she stood up. With a gentle shove, she moved me from the torrent of water to wash my line of cum off her face. I stepped in behind her as she rinsed, cupping her breasts – one bare, the other still in her top until I flipped it down. As I kissed her neck and let the water splash over her, my left hand roamed over her abs and lower. First I teased her pussy by rubbing it through her bikini, strumming up and down over her lips. My hand slipped inside, passing over a springy mass of hair to caress swollen pussy lips that were sopping wet before she got in the shower. I pushed a finger inside her tight hole as Jill gasped and pushed herself back against me. She threw her head back to kiss me, I tasted the last of my cum as our tongues collided. Then I pushed a second finger into her tight, spasming cunt. I broke our kiss to turn her around. I pushed her against the wall with the water to my back and licked her nipples. My tongue made a trail over the water droplets on her body as she held the back of my head and bucked. I dabbed my tongue into her belly button, then kissed all around her stomach. As I untied the string to her bottoms, Jill unhooked her bandeau top. As I leaned forward to taste her pussy, Jill dropped the top on my head. I laughed and shook it loose so it dropped next to her bottoms. Droplets of water stuck like dew on her light brown muff, I captured them as I licked her pussy lips. I pulled my head back and blew on them, then traced them with the tip of my tongue. I parted the lips with my fingers and pushed my tongue inside her as Jill thrashed against me. I held her pert ass tight in my hands, lapping furiously like I was tasting pussy for the first time. Her gasps became wails as I sought her clit and sucked at it. She was tight and juicy, and as she clasped my head to her hips, she smeared my face with her wetness. As she pushed my head, she thrust out her hips, it seemed like she wanted to suffocate me as her orgasm built. As she came, she stretched up on her tiptoes, screaming and gripping my hair. I looked up to see her face wreaked with total pleasure. When she eased back down on her feet, I pulled my head back. As soon as I stood up, she pulled me to her for a kiss, aggressively ramming her tongue into my mouth while tugging on my cock again. Behind me, the water was getting chillier. As Jill clung to me, I turned off the shower. "It was about to get cold," I said as she pulled me back to her. "Mmmmm, too bad, I love shower fucking," said Jill. "Now you'll just have to fuck me in the hot tub." "Ok, but you can't go outside naked," I said. "My neighbors do have a view." As she leaned over for her bikini, I gave Jill a playful slap on the ass. "If I put this one again, are you just going to stay here and jerk off?" Jill asked as she tied the bottoms. "No, but I will fuck you silly in it. Better change to another one if you don't want cum on it." Jill smiled as she finished tying her top. She brushed the shaft again before we stepped out of the shower. "You sure you have any left? I must have swallowed a gallon." "Something tells me I have more for you," I said, already feeling twinges as she paraded into my bedroom. So what selection of suits do you have?" she asked as she strolled toward my dresser. "If we have to cover Mr. Johnson, I want a say in how he is dressed." My taste in suits is basic – no banana hammocks, but when I told her to look in a bottom drawer, Jill pulled out a pair of black board shorts and smiled. She knelt down on the fllor and waved me to her with one finger. I stepped into the shorts. As she pulled them up, Jill engulfed my cock with her mouth again. She let go and smiled. "Goodbye for now," she said before letting the elastic band snap against my stomach. The sun splashed over us as she took my hand and led me to the tub. I stopped to run on the jets and climbed over the edge. Standing in the middle of the tub, I took Jill's hand and guided her into the water. She giggled, then stood on tip toe and whispered in my ear. "Sucking is done, time to fuck," she said, pulling on my dick through the shorts. I sat in the tub as Jill settled into my lap. As we kissed, I untied her bottoms, and tugged them to the side. Jill lifted herself up in my lap and pulled at my board shorts. I raised my hips and pushed them past my cock, which was at full attention for her. With our bodies exposed, she settled into my lap, pushing herself down on my rod. It slowly filled her, pushing up through a silkiness and wetness that covered me as I gasped. I held her hips, guiding her gently at first as she cooed and called my name. Up and down I moved her, holding tight to her hips as our tongues pressed together. Our movements picked up speed, Jill had strong hips and gripped my shaft with her pussy as I peeled down her top. She held my shoulder as I moved my mouth to her stiff nipples. Her breasts bounced as I licked them, Jill now gasping with every push down on me. I moved one hand down to find her clit, rubbing it with two fingers as Jill fucked me. I expected her to run out of steam, but she picked up the pace. "Yeaahhhhhhhohhyeahhhhhhhhyesyesyessss," she cried out, her head thrown back now. Her fingertips dug into my shoulder blades as she pulled back so her breasts bounced as she squirmed and thrashed. As her orgasm subsided, Jill slowed down, rocking gently on my cock. I held her tightly, her wet hair draping over my neck as she breathed against me. Then she pulled back to kiss me. "Fuck me from behind," she said, rising off my shaft and turning to the opposite edge of the tub. I knew it would not take me long, and I eagerly knelt behind her and pressed my cock at her pussy lips. It went in to the hilt on the first push as she rocked against me and moaned. Now it was my turn to feel the buildup as I reached around to cup her breasts. "Give it to me, fill me up," she said as I panted over her shoulder. Then it burst, long strains firing from my cock as I held still and let her rock against me. She lifted herself higher in the water, so I pulled out and let the last strings of cum sail over her back. We reclined in the tub, arms wrapped around each other, panting and sweating. Jill pushed herself back up over me and looked down, her hair dangling and tickling my chest. "Will you be available tonight? I might need some pointers on my interviewing skills." A Week With Jill Ch. 02 After the morning sex with Jill, it was not easy to go back to work and concentrate on design and form beyond her petite enchanting body. I had retreated to my office with views out the front of the house instead of hanging around sneaking peeks at the pool in back of the house. When I came out to the kitchen for lunch, I noticed Jill's SUV was gone. I found a handwritten note on the counter, in a neat rolling style without too much frill. "Shopping for interviews, be back later. I'll cook if you are dessert," it said. I finished lunch, and while I wondered if I would look better sucking in my gut, I read the note again. I spent the afternoon building scale models for an office complex, feeling less than nimble as I put small trees on fake grass. It must have been about 4:30 when I heard a tapping at the door. "Come in," I called as I looked up from the mockup. Jill entered wearing a gray business suit, with a skirt cut just above her knees, suit jacket and light green buttoned blouse. She carried a portfolio and walked straight up to me to shake my hand. "Hello, I am here to interview for the assistant's job," she said, firmly holding my hand and then letting her nails lightly scratch the palm as she let go. "I see, Miss..." "No, please call me Jill," she said. "Well, Jill, why don't you have a seat, please. Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Tea?" "No thank you, I have been out and about all day, caffeine is the least of what I need," she said. As I pulled a chair across from my desk out for Jill, she ran her slim fingers over my hand and sat down. By the time I had walked to my chair, she had loosened the top two buttons of her blouse. "Now then, Jill, what is it that attracted you to this job?" I asked. Jill had pulled her hair back and tucked it just below her scalp in a small bun. Her soft neck almost seemed a magnet for my lips. As she considered my answer, she brushed a wisp of hair off her forehead and then, almost imperceptibly, licked her lips. "Well, I believe I can help this company keep a firm grip in the marketplace and satisfy the needs of customers in and out of the office," Jill said. She leaned back in her chair as she shifted her legs just enough to flash a peek at her lacy black panties. "I see you brought a portfolio – is it your graphic art?" "Yes, it is," she said, getting up from the chair. Jill stepped to my desk and held out the portfolio. As I reached for it, she leaned over, showing off a black demi-bra to match her panties. "I think you will see it is both professional and stimulating," she said as she straightened up. I opened the portfolio to see a collection of scale drawings, site photos, and site renderings. Actually, she had talent – a good eye for color and proportion. I was ready to compliment her when I looked up to see she had hiked her skirt up her thighs to give me a fuller view of her panties. "This work is outstanding, Jill," I said. "You are going to go very far, perhaps with us." "There is more, please continue," she said. In the back of the file, I found two pictures she had turned over. I flipped the first one and was treated to the sight of her in the black bra and panty set as she tried them on in the dressing room. By setting the camera to the side, she caught herself in a view showing me her pert ass cheeks as the mirror reflected her hand slipping inside her panties. As she looked at the camera, Jill blew it a kiss. I set the picture down and turned over the last in the folder to see Jill naked in the dressing room, leaning back in a chair with her fingers spreading her pussy lips. The intensity on her face was not faked, her head was tossed back slightly and her lips pursed. Her nipples had hardened for the picture and the bra and panties were on the floor beside her right foot. I held the photo up to look closer, and as I set it down, the flickering movement of Jill's hand inside her skirt caught my full attention. She let out a soft gasp and wriggled in the chair as I closed the folder. It was impossible to hide my erection as I got up from the desk, but I had no desire to conceal my lust. I stepped around behind her, dropping the portfolio on her lap and then leaning over to kiss the tight bun of hair. I unclipped it and Jill shook it loose while I reached down and rubbed her breasts through her blouse. "I think your work is exemplary," I whispered in Jill's ear before running my tongue along her neck. "But how much do you know about keeping coworkers and customers satisfied?" Jill tossed the portfolio to the floor, then clamped my hands to her breasts, guiding them to her nipples as she moaned. I took the hand she had fingered herself with and brought it to my mouth. Her taste was still there. I stepped to the front of her chair and took her hands, pulling Jill to me. Her hands went around me neck as she leaned up to kiss me. I was surprised how deft I was unbuttoning her blouse, and Jill let go of me long enough to take off her jacket and toss it on the chair. My lips followed my fingers as I suck her exposed skin and pushed her blouse back. I moved to my knees as she unclasped her bra. I found the side zipper on her skirt and tugged before reaching up to unhook it. It dropped to the floor in a heap, leaving Jill in black bikini panties showing a distinct wet spot I just had to kiss. Jill cooed as I kissed and flickered my tongue over her panties, boosting herself on the side of my desk. I stood and she leaned in to pull up my polo shirt. I tugged it over my head as she bit my nipples lightly and her hands yanked my belt buckle open. I threw the shirt across the room and unzipped my slacks. The dropped with a jangle as change and keys fell with them. While I kicked off my shoes, Jill raised up on the desk. She slid her thumbs under the hem of her panties and pushed, deliberately showing me her soft wet muff until I caught her hands and finished getting her underwear past her ankles. "I think I can best show you about satisfaction from this position," she said, leaning back over the desk top and kicking her legs into the air. I pinned her wrists above her head as my dick found its own way to her sopping pussy. "Oooooooohhhyesss," Jill cried out as I slid inside her with one thrust. I kiss her as she cried out, our tongues continued to mash together as I fucked her hard and fast. "OhhGodyessfuckmelover," she babbled as our kiss broke. I let go of her wrists so I could push her legs higher in the air. With her hands free, she waved her arms, knocking a cup of pens and a small clock to the floor. Then Jill grabbed my triceps, her nails almost puncturing my skin as she bucked against me. I tried to slow my strokes, to feel everything as I buried my rod in her pussy. It felt like we were melting together, my cock plunging through the soaked silkiness and pulling back all the way to ram her again. It blended together in a frenzy, both of us moaning, the sensations of Jill pushing up against my shaft as she rolled her head back and forth, her nipples bouncing each time I push inside her to the hilt. She peaked about half a second before me, gripping my dick with her pussy as she screamed in delight. Then an enormous spurt erupted from my cock, I could barely keep thrusting as it felt like two sets of balls were exploding with gallons of cum. As we came to a halt, panting and sweating, I did not want to pull out. Jill was practically purring as she smiled up at me, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. "I think I'm going to like it here," she said. A Week With Jill Ch. 03 Jill whimpered as I pulled my softening dick from her . I looked down over her lithe body spread across my desk, her nipples still hard, her muff damp. A dab of my cum dribbled from her as I straightened up. She leaned up on her elbows, and I could not resist cupping and caressing her breasts again. Like a cat, she sprang forward and pulled me to her mouth for a kiss. When I broke it, she grabbed my cock and stroked me. "Will I see you again soon?" she asked as her fingers traced the shaft. "I think I had dessert before dinner," I said. "I hope it didn't spoil your appetite," Jill said. "I know I'm still very hungry." I took her hands and helped her off my desk. We kept kissing as she stood up, I could not stop running my hands over her taut body and soft skin. She stroked my cock again, and although I moaned, I was not yet ready for more. "Sorry baby," I said as it stayed soft in her hands. "Give me a little time." "I'll give you more than that later, sexy man," she said, bending over to pick up her bra and panties. I gave her ass a playful slap, feeling it firm as she giggled. She straightened up, pulling on her panties. I stepped closer, holding her against me, my palms over her breasts. "I want to fuck you, I want to cum all over you," I whispered as I kissed her neck. Jill squealed and held my hands to her as I bit her neck lightly. "Mmmmmmmmmm baby," she moaned, "I want your cum everywhere." She turned to kiss me quickly. "Right now I need a shower – or a soak in the jacuzzi. Want to visit my poolhouse later?" "You know, you don't have to stay there now..." I said "Mmmm, but maybe I want a visitor before I leave," she said. " I let her go long enough for Jill to put her blouse on, braless. She left it unbuttoned and turned to me, nipples pressing hard against the fabric. "You should stop by," she said, "I did lots of shopping today." She kissed me once more, slipping her tongue into my mouth while I pressed her nipples throughher silk blouse. I cleaned up the office after she left, stopping to look through her portfolio again. Jill had a lot of talent, but almost immediately, I stared at the dressing room pictures she had left in the folder. I tucked the picture into my desk drawer and locked it, then grabbed a digital camera I had bought about a year ago. I tried not to sprint across the backyard to the poolhouse. I knocked lightly on the screen door. "Yes?" said Jill from the back room. "Uh yes, I'm Warren from the agency, here for the photo shoot," I said. Jill emerged from the bathroom, a towel pulled tight around her, wrapped from her breasts to just below her hips. "Oh yes, come right in," she said. "I have been expecting you." She opened the door for me, one hand pushing a wisp of wet hair from her face. "Well, keep in mind these are just preliminary shots, we need to see how comfortable you are in a variety of poses," I told her, resisting the urge to slide my hand under her towel. "I see. It looks like you brought a big...camera," she said. "Where would you like to work?" "It depends on where your comfortable," I said. "We can work indoors and out by the pool, if you like." "Yes, I think I'd like that. Perhaps we can start out there while there is still some light. I'll be right out," Jill said. She turned away from me, ever so slightly hoisting her towel to give me a peek at her perky ass. Shafts of sunlight streamed across the yard, and as I went back outside, I thought of the angles for taking pictures that would work best. Soon I heard the sliding door open and out stepped Jill, wearing a long white robe concealing a surprise underneath. "I thought we would start with some swimsuit shots first," she said, untying the robe as she stepped closer to me. She revealed a green one-piece suit, cut high on her hips. Her breasts poked at the top, which scooped low into a v-shape. I stepped forward to take her robe, and as Jill handed it to me, she pulled me closer. "Think about your cum all over me," she whispered, while cupping my cock and balls with her free hand. My dick just about jumped into her small hand. "Did you want me in the water or out?" "Let's start over by the jacuzzi," I said, "Posing on the edge and then maybe some wet shots." Jill sat on the edge of the tub as I turned it on, when I turned to face her, she parted the bottom of her suit, flashing me a shot of her pink pussy lips. I grinned and took the lens cap off. She was covered again as I focused, leaning back into a dapple of sunlight while trailing her hand in the water. I shot pictures from the opposite side of the tub, walking around to Jill as she opened her legs, or pulled the swimsuit straps down her arms. As I got closer, she leaned forward to press her apple-shaped breasts out. "Wow, you are very relaxed at this," I said. "Have you modeled before?" "Just pictures I shot myself," Jill said with a wink. "They were well received though." She laid back on the edge of the tub, legs lifting as I took a level shot looking over her trim body. "What do you think about more 'revealing' photos?" I asked, running two fingers up her left thigh. I trailed them over her skin, then over her suit as I stepped around her to get a head to toes picture. "I am keeping a very open mind," Jill said, rolling over to face me. She was about a foot away from my stiff prick, and reached out to rub my balls through my shorts. "Mmmm, it appears you enjoy your work." "It has its perks," I said stepping from her grip. I knelt in front of her, snapping pictures of her partially exposed breasts. "Do you want to try some wet shots?" "Sure, the water looks great," said Jill. I walked backwards as she approached the pool, capturing her sleek, slinky look. I stopped, took off my shirt, and then stepped down to the water in the shallow end. Jill followed, dipping her toes into the water as I took pictures from below. Slowly, she stepped lower into the water, then swam across my line of vision. After swimming a slow lap, Jill swam back to me, then walked over to the side of the pool. Reaching past my camera, she caressed my nipple with her wet fingers. "No fair taking your shirt off, like that," she said, leaning up and kissing my ear. "You make me want to fuck the photographer." I caressed her nipples again, restraining myself from lifting her out of the pool to kiss her thighs and higher. "The photographer wants to fuck you, too," I moaned. "But we still have your portfolio to consider." I stepped away from Jill, climbing for the pool with one hand on my camera. She followed my cue, walking up the pool steps slowly as I focused on droplets of water on her skin. "The one piece looks sensational on you. Are there others you would like to show me as well?" I asked as Jill emerged on to the patio. "There are a lot of things I want to show you," Jill cooed. She pulled the elastic bottoms of her suit tighter to her hips as she walked away. "You wait right here." I set the camera down and reviewed the pictures. My hand was in my shorts in no time, stroking, pulling, then slowing down as I got excited. Jill came back outside in a floral bikini, orange, yellow and red that clung high on her hips. In front, the bottoms dipped low enough to tease the top of her muff. "Oh my my," she said, stepping in front of me and grinning as she looked at my hands. "It looks like Mr. Photographer can't stand the pressures of his job." I pulled my hand from my shorts and caressed her hips, letting them fill my palms. I pulled her closer, reaching up to cup her ass. That was when I saw the wet spot forming on her bottoms, leaned forward and licked it. Jill giggled and wriggled from my grasp, leaving a whiff of her hot wet pussy in my nose. She looked over her shoulder as she walked to the jacuzzi, her left hand on her hip. "Bring the camera," she said, "but leave your shorts behind if you want." That was how I ended up stripping naked in my back yard and following her to the tub, cock waving a path in front of me. "Ohhh, looks like Mr. Photographer has a tripod," Jill said. She pushed her hair back, and crossed her legs, holding the sides of the tub as she pushed her chest out. I focused and shot her from left, right and center angles. Jill licked her lips for the lens, teased it by pushing her bottoms just low enough to expose her brown pussy thatch, then plunged her right hand into the bottoms. "Ohhhh, I feel soo slutty," she cooed. "The camera makes me soo naughty." In almost a blur, Jill pulled her hand from the bottoms, licked her fingers, and kicked her leg over the side of the tub. She sank into the water, leaving her hard nipples visible as her hands disappeared under the bubbling water. I zoomed in on her face, catching the ecstasy as she moaned lightly. At first, she was lost in the moment, her small gasps were matched by twitches in her shoulders and her eyes fluttered open and closed. She opened her eyes as I took pictures, and rose from the water. With her left hand, she parted the bikini bottoms, her right hand pressed over her exposed pussy. Slowly she caressed her pinkish labia, then her middle finger slipped back inside. In and out it went, sometimes pumping, sometimes pressing over her clit. Jill's breath quickened, I worried I would drop my camera in the tub as I moved in for closer shots. I climbed in and got within two feet of her. "Be a slut for my camera," I said. "Cum for me, cum for the lens. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Play with your clitty for me." From that distance and angle, I could smell Jill's pussy. Her middle finger disappeared inside her as her hips began bucking. She threw her head back as her orgasm swept over her. Her free hand clenched the edge of the tub and she wailed. Slowly, her orgasm abated, Jill shuddered and smiled, her hair now dropping over her face. I took the fingers she kept over her pussy lips and slipped them into my mouth. Her juices still coated them, and as I sucked, Jill wrapped her free hand around my cock. "Mmmmm, I think Mr. Photographer enjoyed the show," she said, tugging lightly at the shaft and rubbing the head over her bikini. "Godd yess," I moaned as she teased me with her fingertips. My dick throbbed in her hand. Jill stretched up to kiss me, all tongue, her hand wrapped around my neck. "I bet Mr. Photographer has a dick full of cum for me," Jill said, turning me so I was leaning against the tub. Pressing me back, she slipped down through the water, kissing and licking my chest. Soft quick kisses to my nipples, my chest, lower and lower. "You might want to get this on film," she said as she stroked my cock. I steadied myself, no easy task, and zoomed in as Jill tongued her way up the shaft. She winked as I snapped the shots rapidly, then sucked the head into her mouth. My cock was engulfed by her warm lips and soft tongue. She sucked me in halfway, slid her lips back, then took in the whole shaft in a quick move. Bobbing back and forth, Jill reached under and caressed my balls with her palm. She pulled back to catch her breath, stroking me harder. We both knew I could not hold out much longer. She slowed her pace as my toes began curling, and licked the shaft just under the head. The tip of her tongue danced over me as I tookpictures looking straight down. "Does Mr. Photographer want to take a cumshot picture?" Jill asked. She leaned forward so I could see her top, and jerked my cock straight ahead. "Come on baby, squirt it for me," she said, licking her lips. I held the camera tightly as the surge pulsed through my rod. Almost blindly, I began shooting the camera as my dick exploded. Jill aimed it up and down, taking spurts in the face and all over her breasts. As the cum slowed to a trickle, she took me back into her mouth and cleaned my cock off. I kept shooting as Jill scooped cum off her bikini and licked her fingers. "Are your pictures revealing enough? I really need a modeling job," she said. "Ohhh yesss, I have plenty to work with," I said, setting the camera down. I pulled Jill up to me. "I think you have a promising career in front of you." We kissed long and hard. "Was that a camcorder I saw in the pool house?" she asked. "I've always wanted to make a movie." A Week With Jill Ch. 04 "Mmmmmm, it may be awhile before I am camera ready," I moaned. My dick was still flexing and twitching from the cum that roared from it. Jill giggled and grabbed the camera, bringing up the display screen as I leaned in next to her. She riffed through the posed pics, resting her free hand on my cock. She slowed as we got to the blowjob shots. "Wow, look at that thing," she cooed as she paused on a shot of her tongue on my shaft. "Oh my God, this is so naughty." Most of the cumshot photos were blurred, even with the autofocus on - bubbling water and wet skin merged until one shot caught her open mouth as a gob of cum landed on her cheek. "Oh no, sorry for the bad aim, baby," I said as she zoomed in. "Oh my God, I can't believe how much cum you have. Were you saving it all for me?" "I think you just know how to bring it out of me. Should we delete these?" "I'll let you save a couple if you promise you will jerk off over them after I leave." Jill tugged at my cock twice, her slender fingers moved over it like she owned it. "Mmmmm, I don't want you to leave," I moaned. There it was, out there in the air, but I knew I meant it. "Well silly, I do have to get cleaned up now. And I'm getting hungry for more than just your high protein snacks too." "Ummm, dinner might take a while - unless you want me to call for a pizza." Jill stepped from the tub, wrapping her towel around her hips. She looked down over body and giggled at a tiny fleck of cum below her right collarbone. "Pizza sounds great," she said as she rubbed the cum into her skin. "What do you like on top?" "Besides you? Something meaty always works," she said shaking her perky ass at me as she walked to the pool house. I laughed as she sauntered away, and I knew I did not want her to leave. I went inside and called for the pizza delivery, leaving me about 30 minutes to shower. Jill came in from the pool house as I returned to the kitchen. She had changed into her khaki shorts again, and wore a blue cotton blouse with spaghetti straps. We kissed by the sink and I inhaled deeply, taking in her fresh scrubbed scent and her damp hair. The door bell rang as I was washing a coffee cup, so Jill went to answer it. "My wallet is on the front table, baby," I said. "Make sure to tip the delivery guy, too." I turned my back from the front hallway as Jill opened the door. The voice I heard besides was familiar and female, but I didn't place it until Carrie called out hello. She was a friend of my daughter's since middle school, and when I looked over my shoulder to greet her, I realized she had grown from a chunky redhead to a molded full-hipped hottie with devastating curly ringlets adding bounce to her body. Her full breasts were bursting the seams of the uniform blouse, and as I smiled and said hello, I reminded myself that explaining to my daughter how I fucked just one of her friends would be difficult enough. I could not make out what Jill and Carrie said, but it seemed like they took a few more seconds to pay for the pizza than expected. Finally, Carrie told me to say hi to my daughter and left. Jill brought the pizza to the dining room with a sly smile. "She said thanks for the generous tip," Jill said, bending over the table as I brought plates. "I think I'm not the only friend of Sarah's with a crush on her daddy." I felt my cock pulsing as I looked into Jill's exposed top, her brown nipples pressing against her top. "Ummm, I think one is way, way more than I expected," I said. "Don't worry, I said I'd share you." I set my slice down and looked at Jill as she laughed. Her ponytail bobbed slightly, her teeth almost sparkled before she took another bite. I did not want this week to end or this woman to leave, no matter what I had to explain to anyone. "Is it meaty enough for you? The pizza, I mean." "It will do, for now," Jill said, licking her upper lip as she smiled at me. After supper we went into the den and Jill looked over the shelf of Blu-rays I rarely had time to watch. "What, no porn?" she asked. "Not on those shelves, no," I answered. "And I can't think of anything better to watch than what we have already done." I moved in behind her as she looked over the shelves. Sensing me there, she leaned back. I caught her hips, then pushed my right hand into her shorts pocket and caressed her inner thigh. It was as though her legs turned liquid as my fingertips moved up and down. I pushed them to her panties. With a groan, Jill spread her legs wider. With my fore and index fingers, I rubbed up and down over her pussy. "You are better than any porn," I repeated, licking and kissing her earlobe, then her neck. "You make me so hot," she moaned, relaxing into my grasp, her hands gripping my thighs. "You make me cum so hard." Her hips bucked forward with my hand, Jill's breath quickened with small gasps. Her skin was heating up, she leaned back for a sloppy French kiss and then suddenly stiffened. I was pushing my middle finger along her slit, I could see Jill was in the lacy green panties I saw in her bag when she arrived. I wanted them soaking wet now, and as the tip of my tongue slipped into her ear, she came. "Ohhhhhhyeahyesssyesssyesss," she groaned, pushing my hand to her pussy. Finally I let go, and Jill turned around. "No one has ever made me cum like that," she said as a bead of sweat trickled down her cheek. "We're even, I have never made anyone cum like that," I said. "Sorry I don't have any porn." We spent more than an hour snuggled on the couch, watching something I barely paid attention to. As the evening news came on, Jill straightened up. "I want that late night swim now. And I want you to join me," she said, tracing her fingers over my slacks. "Mmmmm, what's in it for me?" "You may get a surprise or two," she said. It had been about three hours since Jill had sucked my cock, and I could feel I was ready for her again. "Baby, you have been a surprise since you got here," I said, pulling her close to kiss her. Jill swung around to straddle my lap, grinding herself into my stiffening shaft as her tongue moved in and out of my mouth. As I reached for her breasts, Jill sprung to her feet, and tugged at my hands. "You ready for that swim now?" she asked. I nodded and stood up, my dick pressing through my pants. Jill ran the palm of her hand over my zipper. "I'm going to get changed, meet me at the pool in five minutes," she said. She gave me a quick kiss and flittered away with one more look over her shoulder. I went to my room and grabbed the board shorts drying on a rack in the bathroom. Towel in hand, I tried to coolly walk outside to the pool, stopping to turn on the lights around the edge of the patio. Jill was still inside the pool house when I got outdoors, but movement near the gate opening to my driveway caught my eye. "Who's there?" I asked as the gate latch opened and in stepped Carrie. "Hey, Warren," she said as she stepped into my yard. Her pizza delivery uniform was long gone - now she wore a pair of denim shorts cut to the tops of her thighs and a tank top. "Hey, you made it," said Jill as she joined me. "What the...?" I asked. "Carrie's here for her tip, right, Carrie?" Jill said. "I told her you had something way, way better than money. Do you want to change for a swim, Carrie?" "Yeah, I can go to the pool house. You sure I'm not interrupting?" "What do you think, Warren. Is Carrie going to interrupt anything?" Jill was wearing the one piece she modeled earlier in the evening, and as she asked me the question, she gripped my rod with her thumb and fingers through my shorts. "Or should she join in your hospitality?" Jill stage-whispered. "Uhhh, no, sure, yeah. Shit, I mean you are welcome Carrie. Go get changed," I stammered. The girls giggled as I stumbled through saying yes. By the time I was done, Jill had her hand inside my swimsuit, tugging and caressing. "Should I go help Carrie or stay here?" she asked. "You trying to kill me?" I asked, watching Carrie walk to the pool house. "My daughter will kill me in my sleep if she finds out I'm fucking her friends." "Maybe Sarah just wants you to be happy," Jill said. "She knows Carrie is hot for you, too." "I've known Carrie since she was 10," I said. "Bet you like the way she has grown up. C'mon, let's go get in the tub." By this time, Jill could drag me anywhere by my cock. She let go long enough to turn on the jets, then snuggled in next to me. We started kissing again, I let my hands roam over her body and was tugging at the shoulder straps of her one-piece suit when we heard Carrie clear her throat. Clad in a black bikini with a tube top barely containing what looked like d-cup breasts, Carrie was a long, long way from the butterball who my daughter brought home from school about a decade ago. Looking at her, part of me felt very weird. Most of me felt really horny. "You two started without me, no fair," she said. Carrie stood up, sleek in the night lights, her green suit shimmering over bubbly blue water. She reached out a hand to Carrie. "C'mon girl. There's plenty of room, and he's got plenty to enjoy." Carrie was still chunky, her body just seemed to burst from everywhere at once, and her rounded lips broke into a lusty grin as she took Jill's hand. "Do you like my suit, Warren?" she asked, standing in the tub in front of me. "Oh God yes," I moaned as Jill and Carrie slipped below the water on either side of me. I was fully rock hard now, but still unsure how to begin with Carrie. Jill took care of the question by grabbing Carrie's hand and sliding it over my dick. "Oh girl, you were not lying. He's amazing," gasped Carrie. I could not resist any longer. With my arms around both their shoulders, I pulled Carrie close and kissed her plump lips, drawing them into my mouth and then stabbing her tongue with mine. She might have seemed innocent when she visited, but Carrie made me quickly aware that she knew her way around men. As Jill tugged my swimsuit off. Carrie stroked my shaft, fast tugs then slow pulls, working it in time with her kisses. Jill moved in front of me after throwing my swimsuit to the deck. I broke my kiss with Carrie and yanked the shoulder straps of her one piece down, exposing her apple-shaped breasts. Her nipples were almost sharp enough to cut my tongue, I started sucking at the right one and was stopped by Carrie. "That one is mine," she said, and Jill gasped as Carrie and I began licking, nibbling and nipping at her titties. Carrie leaned up and forward and as she began kissing Jill's thin mouth, Jill grasped Carrie's tube top and pulled it down. "Now these are some titties," she said, pushing them up with her palms. Jill and Carrie were making out when I crossed my wrists over each other and started some pussy play. My right hand slipped into Carrie's tight bikini bottoms, seeking her swollen pussy lips. With my left hand, I repeated the pussy teasing I had given Jill a few hours ago, with my middle finger moving back and forth over her labia, pushed tight against the crotch of her suit. Carrie broke their kiss and leaned down to engulf my mouth as my middle finger pushed inside her. She was not as tight as Jill, but sloppy wet and silky. Jill maneuvered her swimsuit my hand quickly found her naked pussy too, and both women began rocking over my fingers. Jill stood up in the tub, pulling at Carrie to join her. "If you don't eat her pussy, I will," she said, pushing Carrie to the edge of the tub. Before settling back, Carrie grabbed a towel and unfurled it behind her. By the time she had reclined, I was licking water droplets off her leg as my tongue pressed over her right thigh. She lifted her hips as Jill removed her bikini bottoms, throwing them toward my swim suit. I stopped my licking long enough to let Jill strip Carrie, but by the time her bikini was in a wet pile, my nose was grazing through the sparse red patch of Carrie's muff. I dabbled the tip of my tongue over her as I inhaled a musk that could not be disguised by chlorine from the tub. I lapped at her as her hips began to buck. Jill would not be denied either, jerking my cock as she made out with Carrie. Jill turned back to me, gripping my head up and away from Carrie's hot snatch. Jill licked the juices from around my chin, then lowered her head and traced her tongue from Carrie's belly button to her pussy. I left the tub and moved next to Carrie as she reached for my dick. Groaning and grunting as Jill ate her out, Carrie slobbered over the head of my cock, then inhaled half of it. I tried not to be forceful, but found myself thrusting at her mouth as she sucked. Suddenly, her hips burst up and I pulled away from her mouth as her orgasm roared through the night. Her hands free, Carrie mashed Jill's head straight between her legs, and a deep throated moan bounced around as her head thrashed back and forth. I knelt beside her as it subsided, and Jill lifted her head to show moist cheeks and a wide grin. "Oh my God, you two are insane," cried Carrie as she caught her breath. "Is this what you have been doing all week?" "No, we fuck a lot, too," Jill said and laughed. "And don't go thinking this is all you are getting tipped." Carrie took my dick in her right hand. Aiming it to her face, she began jerking me off, using just her fingertips. "Do you have some cum for me, baby? Would you like to squirt for me?" I nearly fell into the tub as I scrambled back to the water. Carrie remained on her back, and when I edged closer to her exposed pussy, Jill held my cock and pushed her thumb over Carrie's clit. She guided me to her wet fat pussy lips and let go as I entered Carrie with one push. I began kissing Jill as I pumped inside Carrie, pushing in deeper with each thrust and pulling back so the tip of my cock was all that was left inside her. Jill had other plans, though - she stopped kissing me and shimmied out of her swimsuit. She tossed it into the pile and climbed from the tub, straddling Carrie's face. Carrie welcomed her, wrapping her hands around Jill's pelvis and pulling her down. I pounded away at Carrie, using two fingers to stimulate her clit as I rammed deep inside her. She was sopping wet, and flexed herself over my rod, gripping and letting go. Her noises were muffled, but Jill began to make the squeaks and gasps I was learning to love so much. In her excitement, she pitched forward, allowing Carrie to reach up and caress Jill's breasts. Jill slid back and forth over Carrie, painting her face with her juices as her hips shuddered and quivered. Carrie's hips also bucked upward, a tremor preceded by a gush as she screamed in delight. Her warmth and wetness coated my dick and I felt the sudden splash just as I made one last push. My cum felt like one long lava flow, filling Carrie deep inside her just as Jill fell forward on her elbows and squealed through her orgasm. We all lay still for what seemed like days but was maybe only two minutes. My shaft softened inside Carrie, and Jill rolled on to her back as I pulled out. As we caught our breath, Jill leaned up on her elbow. "When do I get a turn with your dick?" she asked.