0 comments/ 12746 views/ 0 favorites A Summer Night By: MPetry11 The movement of one another's bodies seems to play off the other as we danced to the rhythm of the music that night on the dance floor. Fueled by too many drinks, we danced slowly and with purpose... to turn each other on. Our hips gyrated in circles and slide up and down against one another. Our hands wander... touching our partner in places where the crowd cannot see. It's a dangerous game but a game we play so well. My hand embraces yours and we walk steadily toward the door. We're going home but not to end the night. In fact, the hours of drinking and dancing were just foreplay... a prelude to what was to come. As the doorman swings open our cab door, we take a moment to enjoy the cool night air on our sweaty bodies. It's almost refreshing as well as erotic. It has just freshly rained and the city streets are damp and seem to sparkle as the headlights of the cab pave the way home. We continue to kiss on the way... only occasionally catching a glimpse of the cabbie watching us in the rear view mirror. We smile... knowing... fueling us further to give him something memorable. A vision to spark lust... a desire to make passionate love to his wife that night... The ride is over and we're at our hotel. The cab door closes shut and we're alone on a city street. It's begun to rain again but we hardly notice. The raindrops adding sensation to our kisses as we huddle near the canopy to the doorway. We could easily move towards its safety but the moment is too strong to spoil... The door to our top floor room swings shut and the area is only illuminated by the moonlight that seems to wash through the hotel windows. We slowly undress one another... taking pleasure in each button until we stand naked before one another. The moonlight seems to dance off each other's bodies... playing on the water left from the rainstorm and off the shadows. We continue to kiss passionately... our bodies moving together... touching... seemingly to further excite one another. You pull me to the bedside and layback... my chest resting on yours and my legs splitting yours. My lips take each ear lobe into my mouth and you can feel and hear my hot breath in your ear... it's almost hypnotizing. My lips slowly trace their way down your neck to your chest... stopping to run circles around each erect nipple... taking each into my mouth to be fondled by my tongue. My tongue seems to dart inside and out of your belly button... tickling and also exciting you. It continues its journey further downward... stopping at your inner thighs. You can feel my hot breath on your wet pussy. My fingers start to stroke the inside of your thighs along with my tongue... you being to wish I were inside of you. Finally, my tongue starts to trace along your lips... slowly at first but increasing in pace... it begins to slide inward... inside your wet pussy... filling the shallowest portion of it. It's a wild sensation only to become stronger as it's replaced by a finger... sliding in... then turning upward putting pressure on the top of your pussy. My tongue moves to your clit... it's swollen... ready to be touched... the tips starts to form the letters of the alphabet on it. Each letter being formed further driving you wild. Another finger slides in and starts to move in harmony with my tongue. You can already feel your whole body come alive with energy... building within your stomach, fingers, and toes. I can tell you're coming close to cumming so I slide upwards and begin to kiss your neck and lips... my hard cock brushing against your already sensitive clit and lips. I reach down, taking my cock in my hand, and begin to move the head inside your pussy. It's just enough to give you a taste and to wet the tip of my cock. The desire to have it deep inside you is almost overwhelming as you reach behind me and grab my ass. I let my cock slide in deeper and you move your hips to take me in... I hesitate and move back... staying shallow with my thrusts. I occasionally slide my cock out and move it across your clit to keep you close to the edge of orgasm. Your hand moves down to play with yourself but I push it back and brace it next to your face with my hand. My cock starts to slide slowly deeper and deeper with each gentle thrust. It moves smoothly and steadily... matching in perfect rhythm with your hips. You can feel the head open you up with each thrust... going deeper and deeper... filling you with delight. Your nails are starting to unconsciously scrap my back and I start to thrust harder and deeper. The orgasm that was ready to explode from your body minutes ago has now built into a tidal wave of erotic energy and pleasure. Your whole body is tingling with energy and nervous shocks of pleasure seem to course through it. I tell you to harness those shocks and focus them into your already incredible orgasm waiting to explode from your body. Finally, in one breathtaking rush, our bodies erupt in passion. Your hips rise and your back arches to meet my one, final thrust. Your pussy contracts around my cock deep inside you and waves of pleasure wash over you. Your fingers grasp at the air and around the sheets as our bodies writhe in ecstasy. Your toes curl under and legs tense as our bodies rock in this incredible orgasm. You can still feel my cock pulsate inside of you as I lay exhausted on your chest. Each of us begin to wonder how we're ever going to top that, we lay next to one another and let our hands slowly stroke one another's skin. A Summer Night at the Drive-In I like going to the drive in with my husband...why? Read on... A Summer Night at the Drive-In It started like every part of another fun weekend, like we always spend together. Laughing, talking, killing time, fooling around and enjoying life together. It had been a nice warm summer day and now it was leading into the early evening, still light out, a breeze taking the humidity away and a sun that would pierce the sky red as it went down. We decided the best way to finish off this perfect day would be to head to the drive-in....me excited as always, feeling like a teenager again, loading the back of the SUV up with pillows, blankets, and treats...having your best friend beside you...excited. The back of the SUV was set up perfectly...comfy blankets to line the bottom, pillows stacked at the back of the seats to prop us up, the perfect make shift "bed"...to be used however we wanted. As we made the 30 minute drive to the drive-in...we went about our normal banter .... which houses we liked or didn't along our route....crazy things we saw or heard about over the past week, anything and everything that makes us laugh. Once there we searched for our perfect parking spot...as we searched I selfishly thought...head to the back, as far as you can go...while I love the drive in, my mind had been wandering and thinking of all the naughty and dirty things I've always wanted to do with you at the drive-in...thinking of the thrill of being naked grinding on one another while the back of the SUV hatch was open, both of us naked while strangers in total disregard wandered past and in front of us, thinking of trying to be quiet while you brought me to orgasm from licking my pussy in the the back and me sucking your huge and hard cock. And then you found it...the perfect spot, three rows from the back, a little higher up, and off to one side...and so you parked. We both climbed out of the SUV and headed around back....stopping before climbing in the back, checking each other out...you in your black comfy shorts that always show off your bulge and a t-shirt that I know will smell so good once I'm snuggled into you, the sight of you and smell of you drive me wild, make my nipples hard, and a little wet in the pussy. Me...wearing small and short comfy sweat-shorts and a small tank top...you smile your mischievous smile..and I know you like...because I know you think there can't be much underneath but a shear bra and a tiny little thong...and you're right. I climb in first, on all fours, making sure you get a good long look at my ass and leading into between my legs...then you come in....almost instantly I want to mount you, being together in such a small space, wearing barely nothing, god I want you. We settle in and find our perfect spots...you on your back propped up and me on my left side, snuggled into your right side....as the movie plays...my left hand in wrapped in with your right and you tickle and caress the inside of my palm...it makes goose bumps up my arm and into my breast, causing my nipples to harden even more. My right arm is wrapped over onto your right arm and I continue to slowly run my fingernails up and down your forearm....I know you like it and it relaxes you...by this time the sky is black, all the cars surrounding us are silent and I wonder...are they horny too, are they being naughty just like I want to?... Then my thoughts take over....why not here...why not now...you caressing me, is driving me wild...I slowly move my hand across your chest and down, down past your waistline and right over your cock. I'm happy to feel your bulge...slightly erect...letting me know that you like me touching you and that you've been thinking along the same lines as me. I slowly massage your cock from the outside, stroking over, around, up, down, side to side, gently squeezing...I watch you shift and you let out a low moan, one of enjoyment. I lean over a lick across and over your ear with the very tip of my tongue....you close your eyes and lean in...I know you like it. I can feel your cock getting bigger and so hard with every stroke...my hand slides down and up the leg of your shorts...I tickle and tease your soft balls and grab onto your immense shaft that is now fully erect and incredibly hard....but, as I lean over to kiss your cheek and ear again, I slowly remove my hand and start to move my body... I move down and slide onto my tummy still beside you but facing out of the SUV....my ass straight up for you to see....I know you're confused as to why I stopped...purely selfish...just wanting to prolong the caressing.... Your hand rubs up from the back of my ankle, over my calf and right up the back of my thigh...you caress the back of my thigh and then slip your fingers in between my legs...my short shorts and tiny thong have made it very easy to access my wet pussy...you tickle and part my pussy lips and I moan....you play and run your fingers up and down the back of my pussy...letting it get wetter with each stroke....and then I can't wait any longer...I quickly get up on all fours an lean back into your fingers...your fingers going deep into my pussy from behind...I rock on all fours back and forth, helping your fingers slide in and out of my wet warm cunt. I sit up as if I am straddling your fingers and you tickle and finger me more....I reach back for your cock and find that you have pulled it out and are waving it at me...tell me you want it sucked...and you know I love, absolutely love, putting that hard cock in my mouth. I turn and run my lips and tongue over the head and down our shaft..you let out a moan...and as I pump my wet lips up and down and swirl my tongue around you grab and twist my nipples....I don't know how long either of us is going to last before we cum....the excitement of being in an open SUV, in the dark, surrounded by strangers but only focusing on each other has us both horny as hell. You tell me you want me and my pussy now...and I happily oblige...I slide my tiny shorts and thong to the side and slip your cock deep into my pussy....the moment you enter me sends shivers down my spine...it's pure ecstasy... We're facing each other and I slowly and quietly start to ride you...you reach up to rub my tits, caress and pull gently on my hard nipples...they're very evident though my sheer bra and tank top.....with every rock forward on you we both grin....you pull me closer and down towards you...grabbing my neck and holding me against you...we passionately kiss, sucking each other's tongue, you bitting my bottom lip ever so lightly...cumming is evident ...it will happen shortly..I slow my movement and you take over..pumping your hard cock faster and deeper and harder inside of me...I have a hard time catching my breath...you feel amazing....then in a flash I can't control myself, I sit straight up and ride you hard and fast, but you pull me back in...you tell me you're close...I beg you to keep fucking me like I love how you do...I tell you not to stop and you don't ...harder, faster, and deeper..until I can't hold it....everything tenses....and shakes...I am paralyzed with an orgasm and now you are too...letting both of our cum meld into one....a brilliant release... We lay inside each other for a minute then I sit up on you..both of us are smiling at each other. I slip off you and lick your cock clean...I know you like to finish in my mouth, but that will have to wait for next time...for now you like that I lick you clean.... As we lay beside each other, a little warm, moist from our body heat...we are relaxed...we've both thinking the same thing...that what just happened was amazing...and while we may have been worried about getting caught...we didn't care, nor notice anyone walk by...who knows who could have been watching or saw us...that was the thrill...and knowing that someone else at the drive-in is jealous...jealous that we just fulfilled their own private fantasy.... We finish the movies and head for home...it's late...the air in the car feels cool again....you rest your hand on my knee while we drive...and think to ourselves....you're never too old for some drive-in movies or fun. A Summer Night Out The hot and muggy summer day became a warm and muggy summer evening. Leaves on the elm tree hedge cupped upwards in anticipation of rain. Birds searching for a bedtime snack hopped slowly across the yard. Doors shut against the heat of the day opened to allow the slightly lower evening temperature to cool the houses. Even if the stars could have shone through the cloud cover, it was too early to see them. Full dark, during the summer, doesn't happen until after 10 pm. It was only a few ticks past 8 pm. She was naked, still damp from the shower, and in a tizzy. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and began smooth shaving her pussy. The drone of the razor was an aggravating noise. "What should I wear?" she asked as she put away the razor. "Something sexy and revealing," I told her. "Something that is easy to take off." She began pulling outfits from the armoire and closet. I didn't consider any of them suitable for the outing. Some were too long. Others were too short. Some seemed too complicated and some of them I simply didn't like. She tried on a summer dress that buttoned from the bottom to the top. It had a slightly V'd neckline, but one that was not plunging. The hem struck her just above mid calf. I told her to unbutton the first two buttons. It revealed the swell of her succulent breasts, but didn't expose them. I asked her to undo the bottom three buttons. After having her walk, and then sit, I decided a fourth button needed to be undone. It worked, and it worked well. It was sexy. It was hot. It was demure. She stepped into a pair of high-heeled sandals. Her calf muscles rippled as she swayed back and forth across the room. I whistled my appreciation. "How should I wear my hair," she asked, "down or up?" "Put it in a pony tail," I told her. I went outside, opened the sliding doors on either side of the van and removed two of the back seats. After setting them on the porch, I went back to the van to see if I could slide the rear bench seat a notch or two further to the rear. It doesn't adjust. As I was closing the van doors, she tossed two thick, soft blankets on the floor. "The floor is hard," she grinned. It was almost 9 pm. I pulled on my socks and boots, slapped my left hip pocket to make sure I had my billfold, grabbed an extra pack of cigarettes and said, " Let's hit it, baby." We climbed into the van, buckled up and backed out of the drive. We weren't supposed to be there until 10 pm. Although it was a 40-minute drive, I am wont to build in a little emergency time. We tried to make small talk. After a few miles, we lapsed into a comfortable silence; each of us lost in the maze of our own thoughts. She looked good. In fact, she looked great. The necklace and earrings she had selected went well with her outfit. She had used just a touch of lipstick to accent her sensuous lips. A few weeks previously, we had placed an ad on one of the Internet adult meeting sites. The response had been almost overwhelming. They had also been almost overwhelmingly ignorant and ill advised. There is no shortage of men that think the sight of a hard cock sends a woman into a fit of passion. That never ceases to amaze me. Regardless of how carefully we had worded our ad, most of the respondents did not display even an ounce of intelligence. They seemed to be operating on the emotional level of a desperate, hormonally-charged, clueless and deprived, 14 year old boys. Fortunately, "almost all," doesn't mean "all." Jim's letter gave the impression of someone who spoke English as a second language; thus, wasn't at ease writing in English. He had said the right things and included a clothed picture. After we had exchanged a few letters, he offered his phone number and we called. He had a pleasant, French-accented speaking voice. He seemed to be relaxed, at ease, and a gentleman. We agreed to meet at a restaurant to see what happened. The last vestiges of twilight faded into dark as we pulled into the shopping center. I backed the van into a parking space about 50 yards from the restaurant. There was only one other vehicle parked nearby; probably an employee's car. Jim recognized us when we got out of the van. He walked over to meet us. He was about 5'10" tall. His hair was black with flecks of gray. He was slender and looked fit. We shook hands and exchanged in the pleasantries strangers exchange as we walked. The hostess asked if we wanted a booth or table. At that hour, there were few diners. I indicated a booth in the corner that offered a modicum of privacy. Jim, sitting across the table from us, ordered a beer, I asked for coffee, and she chose ice tea. I could tell from looking at his eyes that he found her attractive and very desirable, but there was no outward display of that desire. It would be easy to think the sexual tension would have almost hung heavily in the air. Such was not the case. We were three people, two men and a woman, becoming acquainted. He was on his last hitch before retiring from the military, had been married and divorced. He had shared custody of his 12 year old son. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life once he retired. We gave him a thumbnail sketch of our lives. "Do you need to check on your mom?" I asked her after a time. If she answered yes to the question, I knew she wasn't interested in taking the meeting any further. "No, she will be fine," she answered. My heart began to beat a little faster as my erect cock pulsed against the fabric of my blue jeans. A small shot of adrenalin raced through my veins. "Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and bring them to me," I ordered. I stood up to allow her to slide out of the booth. She hasn't worn panties since she was in her late teens and hadn't worn any that night. There was, however, a pair in her purse. She knew that my instructions were intended to serve a two-fold purpose; allowing me a few minutes of private conversation with Jim and to subtly increase the aura of sexuality. We watched her sway across the floor until she disappeared around a corner. I told him that, when she returned, I was going to have her sit next to him so they could become a little better acquainted. If everything was still meshing well, we would adjourn to the van to let nature take its' course. I also let him know that I intended to play the role of voyeur, rather than participant. She returned to the table and handed me a pair of filmy, lacy, white panties. As she waited for me to get up, I slid them into my hip pocket. "Sit next to Jim," I told her. He stood up and she slipped into the booth. There was an ever-so-slight blush on her face. She leaned against the seat and placed her hands slightly behind her back in a pose of openness and submissiveness. My mouth became suddenly very dry. I took a sip of coffee and yearned for a cigarette. Her erect nipples were two dimples against the fabric of the dress. Jim placed his left hand on the softness of her leg and stroked it. With each stroke, his hand slid ever higher. My feet were touching hers and I felt her spread her legs a little wider to accommodate his searching hand. Her eyes widened. I knew Jim was stroking a very wet and willing pussy. "Why don't we pay the tab and take this elsewhere," I suggested. Neither one of them appeared to be adverse to the idea. I reached for the tab. Jim beat me to it. It was fully dark when we walked out of the restaurant. The temperature had dropped to a comfortable level, taking with it some of the humidity. The parking lot was all but vacant. The pale yellow streetlights reflected off the heavily-tinted side and back windows of the van. I beeped the doors unlocked and crawled in behind the steering wheel while they stooped into the back. After lowering my window slightly, I adjusted the rear view mirror to allow me a better view. They looked at each other for a few moments. He tentatively slid his hand inside her bodice to cup her breast. She put one arm around his shoulders and began to stroke his arm and chest. With agile fingers, he unbuttoned two more buttons on her dress, pulled the fabric open to expose her soft, white breasts. Lowering his head, he began to lick and suck the left nipple. His tongue sought out the hollow of her throat and the sweetness of her neck. Both were breathing hard. I felt a large surge of adrenalin race through me. It was so strong, I felt its' coppery taste in my mouth. For a moment, a very brief moment, I felt a twinge of jealousy. I breathed deeply, and then took a drag off my cigarette. The head of my engorged cock felt damp against my leg. She began to rub and squeeze his hardness, still encased in denim. She lifted her hips as he pulled the hem of her skirt upward. When his probing fingers reached her pussy, she sighed and opened her legs more widely. She groaned when he found her clit. His fingers gently explored the slickness between her lips. Jim knelt on the floor between her legs. She slid to the edge of the seat as he lifted and spread her legs wantonly. As his tongue tasted her sweetness, his fingers continued to probe her wetness. His index finger, well lubricated with her juices, found its way to her puckered hole and he began to insert it into her ass. She quietly stopped him. For reasons of our own, anal was not on the table. His head bobbed as he assailed her pussy. He sucked her clit, licked her lips, and probed her vagina with his wet, warm, talented tongue. Her moans grew ever louder as her excitement increased. Her eyes found my eyes in the mirror and locked on to them as though to share the pleasure she was feeling. The atmosphere in the van was heavy with eroticism and sexuality. I reached out with my mind and tried to feel what they were feeling. An hour ago, they had been total strangers. Now the man was on his knees, in a van parked in the middle of a city, voraciously devouring her pussy with an eager tongue. Her juices smeared across his smoothly-shaved face. Moans of mounting pleasure and passion resounded in his ears and gave testament to his skills as a lover. Her moans reached a crescendo. She stiffened, her legs began to twitch and, for a brief second or two, she held her breath as she climaxed. His ministrations slowed, but did not stop. Slowly, softly, gently, he began to bring her back up that steep slope that leads to nirvana. After she climaxed a second time, she took his hand to pull him up to the seat. She opened his shirt to run a wet tongue over his chest and abdomen. He groaned as she licked and nibbled at his nipples. She unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and then slowly slid down the zipper. Reaching into his white shorts, she extracted his cock and began to fondle it. Kneeling on the relative softness of a blanket, she slid his pants down to his ankles. Her tongue traced a wet line around the head of his cock and then up and down the shaft. His hips jerked as he noisily caught his breath. She palmed his balls then lightly ran her long fingernails over his length. With her mouth forming an O, she engulfed him and sucked him down her throat. "Do you have a condom?" she asked, after allowing him a few minutes of unprotected pleasure. Unprotected sex is not an option. He reached into his shirt pocket to extract a foil-wrapped condom. Jim tore the foil with his teeth, extracted the prophylactic, and handed it to her. She gave his bare cock another suck, and then slowly and sensuously unrolled the condom down the length of his steel-hard manhood. The way she was kneeling blocked my view as she slowly bobbed up and down on his prick. I knew she was twirling her tongue with each stroke. I knew the wondrous pressure of her sucking. I could see him losing himself in the waves of pleasure that were washing through him. His eyes closed. He thrust slowly into her eager mouth. She began to fuck him with her mouth. The sounds of wet slurping kissed my ears. I wished her dress was up around her hips so I could see her lovely ass. His hands reached out for her head. His breathing became a raspy moan as he began to thrust more forcefully against her friendly assault. I stroked my cock through my jeans, careful not to allow myself to cum. His moans became a throaty growl. His body stiffened. His hands held her head tightly as he exploded and then went limp. She continued to suck him softly as his cock lost some of its hardness. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, stroked her hair and sighed, "Thank you." "Thank you," she smiled as she stroked him. "The pleasure was mine." She removed the condom and wiped him dry with a tissue. Giving his prick a parting kiss, she sat back down on the seat. The three of us said our goodbyes outside the van. He and I shook hands. I thanked him for being a considerate gentleman. He hugged her, gave her a kiss on the cheek, thanked us for including him in our playtime, and said he hoped we could get together again. As he walked back to his car, I hugged and kissed her. I told her I loved her and that she was an incredibly sexy, sensuous woman. I told her that because it was true. Long ago, I gave up trying to understand the whys and wherefores of my sexuality. I do know my libido feeds on a great variety of stimuli that runs the gamut from mundane to the more exotic. It is the pathway to orgasm, not orgasm in and of itself, I seek. I crave total consumption by desire and the eroticism of the moment. The roaring bonfire of carnality blazed white-hot. The beast within me raged in want of more pleasures that are esoteric. Where a stranger in a strange land could find such pleasures were beyond my knowing. "Recline your seat a little bit and unbutton your dress," I told her when we reached the relative darkness of the highway. At slightly after midnight, traffic was light. The night belonged to the 18-wheelers. Exposing her to the view of an alert truck driver was exciting. The anonymity of the night was a friend. "Spread your legs wider," I ordered, once she was bare. "Put them on the dashboard." She looked delicious. "Masturbate." She began to rub her clit slowly with two fingers. I could see she was enjoying the sensations created by her rotating fingers. Those sensations were not building quickly enough to suit me. "Faster," I told her. Her fingers began a dervish whirl. "Faster still. I want to hear your pussy squish." She began to fuck herself. "Now tell me what you did tonight." My voice was almost harsh. The tone of command was unmistakable. "I let a man touch my pussy," she breathed. "A stranger. He put his fingers in me." "How did it feel?" I asked. "It felt good, baby. He licked my pussy, too. He tried to put his finger in my ass, but I wouldn't let him. You told me not to." She was gasping with passion. Her voice was almost a little girl singsong. Her hips moved in rhythm to her thrusting fingers. "What else did you do?" I demanded. "Can I cum?" "No. Keep talking." She tried. The gods know she tried. Her passion is all-consuming. Her words were an unintelligible mishmash of moans. The only words I could understand were, "Can I cum," repeated over, again and again. Orgasm restriction is a fun game. At least, it is a fun game up to a point. That point comes when the pleasure becomes ovary-twisting pain. Continued even further, the pleasure and the pain becomes a numbing absence of desire. I let her cum. She screamed her release. I put the van in the garage. She walked naked to the house. At that hour, the chances of being seen are close enough to zero to be considered zero. She fumbled her key into the lock and opened the door. "Get to the bedroom and kneel," I told her. She almost flew down the hallway and into the bedroom. I slowly undressed in the living room and carried my clothes into the bedroom. "Get on the bed." She did. "Lie down and spread your legs." She did. I put her knees on her breasts and climbed between her legs. "Put it in." She grasped my cock and placed it in the dripping, sticky syrup of her arousal. "Baby," I said, "if you want to cum, you'd better do it quick. I'm not waiting." She did., I did, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. A Summer Night's Fun It was a hot August afternoon, and I was spending the day lying out by the pool. The heat was intense, and there was nothing much else I wanted to do in the 100+ degree heat. I was half asleep when I heard the phone ring next to me. "Hello?" "Hey. What are you doing tonight?" I heard Steve ask. "Nothing," I replied. "Good, I wanted to see you tonight," he said. "I was wondering if you would like to watch some videos with some friends of mine?" "Sure," I said. He told me to be there around 7:30. I had been dating Steve for couple of months. I wasn't sure if we were serious or not, but he did call me his girlfriend. We had met at a party where ended up naked in a walk-in closet for a couple of hours. Afterward we exchanged phone numbers, and had seen each other two or three times a week. I had not really met any of his friends yet; so hanging out with them would be unusual. After I ate dinner I took a shower, put on pair of shorts and a tank top, and then drove over to Steve's apartment. One the way over I wondered what type of movies he and his friends had rented. Probably total guy movies with lots of shooting and death. 'Oh well,' I thought to myself. At least I will get to see Steve; I had been itching to see him. Lying out in the sun all day had made me horny, and I couldn't wait to be with him. I found a parking spot in Steve's apartment complex, and went to his door. I heard music coming from the apartment as I knocked on the door. There was no answer, so I let myself in. I smiled as I entered the room, and dropped my purse on a chair by the door. I saw Steve, said hello and give him a big kiss letting him know what I wanted later that night. He playfully groped my ass as I tasted the beer on his lips. I went to the kitchen and find a wine cooler, and saw the movies sitting on the kitchen table. I checked them out curious to know what we were going to watch that night. There was a Wesley Snipes action flick, and another movie called "Erotic Liaisons." That's when I noticed Steve and his friend looking at me nervously. "What?" I asked. "Umm, you kind of weren't supposed to see that movie on the table," Steve told me in a meek voice. "Don't worry about it," I said smiling. "Who knows, I might like it." I suddenly saw relief in their expressions. "By the way, Amanda. This is Tom, a good friend of mine." "Nice to meet you Tom," I said as I shook his hand. "Likewise," he replied. He was a good-looking guy, but he was kind of smarmy. I could only imagine what he had been thinking when he looked me up and down. The three of us settled into the main room. I sat with Steve on the couch, and Tom sat on a nearby chair. Two hours or so later the Wesley Snipes movie was done, and I was on my fourth wine cooler. I had quite a buzz going, and felt my inhibitions dropping away. I was kind of hoping Tom would go home so that Steve could take me to bed, but the way they had carried on it didn't seem like that would happen anytime soon. "So, are we going to see the second movie?" I asked more to get a reaction out of them than anything else. Tom and Steve just looked at each other not knowing what to say. "What? You don't think I'll like it?" "I don't know," Steve replied. "We just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything." As I got up off the couch, I could feel Tom's eyes on me. I picked the movie off the kitchen table and popped it into the VCR. I also grabbed a couple or beers and a wine cooler from the fridge, tossing the beers to Tom and Steve. I snuggled up to Steve as the movie started. The screened showed two women going at it while the opening credits rolled. I giggled to myself wondering what I was in for. It was basically a mild porno, and as it continued I could tell that Steve was getting turned on. I snuggled a little more into him with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest. I slipped my hand down toward his short and then up his shirt feeling his bare chest under my palm. I planted a light kiss on his neck, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Tom discreetly glancing at us. Feeling uninhibited from the alcohol I lifted Steve's shirt over his shoulders. He helped me out by taking off his shirt. I grazed my nails over his chest, and I noticed that Tom was watching us. Steve turned toward me, and I faced him as I straddled his lap. We kissed deeply and I buried my tongue deep into his mouth. At of the corner of my eye I noticed that we had Tom's full attention. I pushed my crotched against Steve's feeling hard on underneath his shorts. "Take me here, right now," I whispered into Steve's ear. He hesitated for a moment, glancing at Tom, and I kissed him again. Then I suddenly felt Steve's hands on my thighs, sliding them over my ass, and finally underneath my tank top. I wasn't wearing a bra, and his fingers quickly made there way to my nipples. He squeezed them ever so gently just the way I like, and I immediately felt the wetness building between my legs. My hands roamed over Steve's bare muscular torso. I nuzzled his neck, planted kisses on his chest, and finally took one of his nipples into my mouth. I heard him moan in pleasure and his grinding against me became more urgent. I sat up and pulled my shirt off and I felt his chest against mine after I pulled him close to kiss him again. I glanced over at Tom again and I saw him turn his turn away quickly pretending to watch the movie. He looked a little uncomfortable. I had initially thought that he might be turned on watching us, and I felt kind of bad that he wasn't. However, it just felt so good that I didn't want to stop. I continued to look at Tom and I smiled at him when we made eye contact. That time he didn't turn away. I thought it was so hot as I watched him watch me with Steve. I felt Steve unbutton my shorts, and stood up so that he could pull them down off of me. He had taken off both my shorts and panties, so that when I returned to Steve's lap I was naked. I looked over at Tom and saw that he was still watching us. I smiled at him again and he smiled back that time. "Take off your shorts," I whispered to Steve. I laid back on the couch and spread my legs as I waited for Steve. I noticed Tom hadn't taken his eyes off of me, and he saw staring with his mouth open. Steve, naked and hard, got on top of me, and the feeling of his body against mine is exquisite. We writhed around together enjoying the sensations of our naked bodies rubbing up against each other. When I felt his manhood rub up against my wet sex I repositioned myself and suddenly felt the tip of his cock enter my well-lubricated pussy. Like a predator getting his kill, his cock impaled me in one strong stroke. He filled me up, and he began to move himself in and out of me. With Steve facing the other way I looked over at Tom again. Our eyes locked as his friend fucked me harder and harder. I wanted him to watch me and get off on it, and he didn't disappoint. I moaned in pleasure when I felt the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. "Take me from behind," I whispered lustily into Steve's ear. I got on my hands and knees facing towards Tom's chair. Steve mounted me from behind, and his cock founded the entrance to my pussy once again. I felt him fill me up from behind, and he quickly began to move in and out of me. Tom continued to watch, and we locked eyes again. The room started to spin when Steve reached between my legs and began to rub my clit while he continued to fuck me senseless from behind. "Oh God! I'm Cumming!" I yelled as I felt my orgasm pulse through me. It took over every ounce of my body, making me writhe in pleasure, and Tom watched me intently the whole time. I continued to moan as I fully enjoyed the sensations of my climax. Just as I was coming down I heard Steve moan as he came filling me up with his seed. Steve collapsed on top of me when he finished, and I just lay there basking in the afterglow. After a few minutes I began to feel uncomfortable underneath Steve's weight. When he didn't move after I asked him to get off of me, I figured out that he had fallen asleep. When I finally maneuvered myself out from under him I couldn't believe he was still asleep. As I stood there I suddenly remembered that Tom is still in the room. He had his shorts pulled down and was stroking himself. He kept going when I noticed what he was doing. I was somewhat fascinated and he seemed to enjoy me watching him so I sat on the coffee table in front of Tom's chair and just watched him. It wasn't often I got to see a guy masturbate. He took off his shirt, pulled his shorts down all the way, making himself naked, and continued to pleasure himself in front of me. I began to touch myself as sort of a show at first, but I became more and more turned on as I continued. "Cum for me," I whispered to Tom hoping he would finish quickly before Steve woke up. "Can I cum on you?" he asked. I could tell that he wanted to really bad, but I was starting to get nervous that Steve would wake up and see us. I didn't think Steve would be into his friend spurting all over me. I didn't really answer him and continued to sit on the coffee table touching myself. I suppose Tom took my silence as a yes because he stood up began stroking himself with his cock aimed at straight at me. "I want you to cum again," I heard him say. I was still nervous that Steve would wake up, but I was really turned on. Tom's muscle toned body looked good, and there was something primal about the way he was touching himself. I uttered a low moan as I felt my sex gushing like a river while I began to massage my clit with more enthusiasm. I watched him stroke his cock right in my face as he watched me masturbate. When I sensed he was close I began to play with myself at a more frantic space. All the sudden my second orgasm crashed through my body, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stifle my involuntary moans. Just as I was finishing I heard Tom grunt and moan louder and I saw him tense up. I watched his warm fluid spray from his cock onto my chest and stomach as I continued to climax. Watching him like that was very erotic. As soon Tom was done I was relieved to see that Steve was still asleep. Tom and I just sat there for a few minutes staring at each other. "That was hot," he said. "Yeah, it was," I agreed. "But this is gonna be our little secret." "I totally agree." "You should get dressed before Steve wakes up and sees us like this," I said standing up. My knees were a little shaky and I grabbed onto Tom's shoulder for support. He reached out and put his hand on my stomach, rubbing his cum into my skin. It felt good and I didn't stop him right away. Then both of his hands moved up to my breasts as he continued to rub his fluid into my skin. I still didn't make him stop until we both turned toward Steve when we heard him stir. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up," I said. "You should really go." "I know," he said picking gathering up his clothes up from the floor. "But I just can't get enough of you, besides you seem pretty into it too." "That's beside the point," I said. "I don't want Steve to wake up." "I don't either," Tom said following me into the bathroom. He locked the door behind us and we just kind of stood there in the bathroom awkwardly staring at each other naked. "You look so good I could eat you," he said pulling me close to him and putting his mouth on one of my nipples. I didn't pull away as he started to lick his cum off my body. I wanted to tell him to stop, worried that at any moment Steve would wake up and want to use the bathroom, but I just couldn't make myself. It felt really good and I just kept thinking a little bit longer, just a little longer. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the bathroom counter with Tom kneeling on the floor between my legs going down on me. He knew what he was doing and it was all I could do to keep myself quiet. I wanted to scream in pleasure, but I kept as quiet as I could still worried about Steve walking in on us. I grabbed onto Tom's head with my hands as I climaxed once again. I couldn't breath as the waves of pleasure flowed through me. Eventually I had to push Tom away when I became too sensitive. "I've always wanted to do that," I heard him say I sat there trying to catch my breath. "What's that?" I asked. "Eat out a girl who'd just been fucked by another guy." "You're a nasty boy, huh?" I said enjoying his naughtiness. "Yeah, I guess so," he said seeming embarrassed. "Don't worry," I said standing up and grabbing onto his semi-erect manhood. "I like boys who are a little on the nasty side." I continued to stroke him until he was fully hard. "Fuck me," I said as I sat up on the counter once again. He was long, hard, and more than ready. He grabbed onto my hips as he moved between my legs. I grabbed onto his member guiding him toward me. I felt the tip of his head outside my wet sex, and then he was slipping inside me. He thrust his hips, clutched my ass, and pulled me towards him forcing himself all the way inside me. I had given myself to the moment. I didn't care if Steve walked in on us or not, all I wanted was for Tom to fuck me senseless. "Oh God, you're so wet," Tom whispered. "This feels so good." "I know," I said my voice coming out breathy. He drew himself out, part way, then in, and after that there was nothing but his body inside mine. He thrust into me as hard as he could and the sound of flesh hitting flesh punctuated every thrust of his body. Sounds emanated from my throat, by the sheer force of it, and from the sensations as he moved in and out of me. My body opened up to him as he thrust himself in and out of me over and over again. I heard his breathing quicken, his thrusts take on an urgency, harder, faster, until he cried out, and still he didn't stop. As I felt his swelling warmth spill inside me, I felt my body contract, jerking. I was unable to control it and wrapped my arms around him, holding his sweat-covered body against mine. He leaned into me, his hands still grabbing onto the cheeks of my ass, his head leaning on my shoulder, I could hear him grunt and moan into my ear until he finally finished. We sat there with him still inside me for a long time. "Thank you," he said in a ragged whisper, finding his voice first. "It was my pleasure." I felt stiff and sore as he slowly pulled himself away from me. Then we both looked up in alarm as we heard Steve walking down the hallway. "You sneak out while I distract him," I said. I turned off the light and intercepted Steve in the hallway. "It's about time you woke up," I said to him. "I'm not done with you yet," I continued as I began to fondle him. It didn't take much persuading to get Steve interested, and I lead Steve straight to the bedroom and onto the bed. "You're really slippery," Steve commented as he entered me. "I must have lubed you up from before." I could only laugh to myself, and began to wonder what the consequence of what I had done with Tom would be. I was surprised I didn't feel guilty, and I actually still felt slightly euphoric over the whole thing. Just as I started to focus on my sex with Steve, and I starting getting into it, he began to cum emptying himself inside me for the second time that night. I fell asleep wondering, not if, but when I would be with Tom again. A Summer Night's Surprise "I think that's it." Mike said as he routed through the stuff piled on the table. "I think we got it all." I had just spent a Sunday afternoon at a friends house helping him take pictures with my digital camera of an assortment of items he wanted to sell on e-bay. Mike is engaged and, with the wedding day fast approaching, he thought he'd clean out his closets of stuff he no longer wanted and try to pick up some needed cash by auctioning it all off. "Thanks for helping me out, Dave." Mike said. "I really appreciate it." "Don't mention it." I replied as I packed away the camera. "It's fun to do things like this. I'll download the pics to my computer and e-mail them all to you tomorrow." "Do you have anywhere to go now?" Mike asked. "Karen and I are going out for dinner, why don't you come along? I'll buy for the work you're doing for me." Before I could answer, Mike's fiancée Karen came through the door and greeted us. Mike told her about all the pictures we had taken and showed her some of the items he wanted to get rid of. As he did we began debating what things were worth. Soon, however, Mike returned the conversation about my joining them for dinner. "I don't want to interfere with you guys." I said. "Nonsense." said Karen, "We'd love to have you join us. Did you decide where we're going?" She asked Mike. "I thought we'd drive up to Montgomeryville to the Joseph Ambler Inn." Mike responded. "I better call them and tell them to make the reservation for three instead of two." I decided I was pretty hungry having had no lunch, so a paid meal sounded okay to me. I stopped protesting and decided to just go along. I liked Mike and Karen and the restaurant he had chosen was fairly close to home so "why not?" I thought. It's a great restaurant too, so if he's paying I wasn't going to miss out. As Mike dialed the phone, Karen suddenly stopped him. "Hey wait! If we're going up that way, why don't I call Rose and see if she's busy. Maybe she'll go along so we have four. That way Dave won't feel like he doesn't belong. Beside, Rose is a lot of fun and she's been feeling a bit lonely since I moved out and she broke up with her boyfriend." Mike looked at me and asked me what I thought. I said it was fine, so Karen grabbed the phone and dialed while she walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Mike explained that Rose was Karen's roommate for the last few years and is one of the Bridesmaids in the wedding. He went on to explain that her boyfriend had broken up with her about six weeks ago and then Karen moved out last week, so they were always trying to think of ways to cheer her up. I couldn't quite make out what Karen was saying but I could hear she was talking. Another moment went by and Karen came out of the kitchen still talking on the phone. "Oh he's about 5-feet-nine, blonde hair, nice build......."how old? I dunno." "How old are you?" she asked me. "Forty-Four." I replied. "Almost Forty." she said to Rose on the phone. "But I would have guessed mid 30s" she continued. "He's married though." She said disappointingly. After a pause, listening, she laughed. "We're just having Dinner, Rose." Karen stated. "We really just need a fourth body." Then she laughed again. I was really wishing I could hear the other end of the conversation. Especially the part when Karen said on the phone, "Would I?" Then she laughed, looked over at me, winked, and said to Rose, "Yeah, why not? He's cute." The Mike grabbed the phone and said to Rose and Karen, "Stop it you guys! Rose, meet us there at 7:00." He hung up the phone and said to Karen, "You guys are unbelievable." "She just wanted to know what to expect." Karen protested. "I have to get dressed." Karen went upstairs and I told Mike that I should stop home since it's on the way and change into something nicer, since this restaurant is fancier than the shorts and polo shirt I was wearing. He said that would be fine and that they'd meet us there at 7 o'clock. "So what's Rose like?" I asked as I was walking toward the door. "Oh she's really nice." Mike responded. "She's an Italian girl and really fun." "So she's got a great personality, huh?" I laughed. "Yeah, she does" Mike said as he chuckled along understanding what I was getting at. "But", he continued, "She really is cute. She's about 23 or 24, long brown hair, fairly short, I guess about five-three, Not real thin, but not fat either...medium I guess. But she really is a riot. You'll like her a lot." "Yeah, so, would you fuck her?" I laughed as Mike seemed to understand that that's maybe what Rose asked of Karen. "Yeah, I suppose I would." Mike replied with a chuckle. Okay...sounds good. I'll trust your taste in women." I said as I went thru the door. "What the hell, I'm alone this weekend, so anything is better than sitting at home." I quick went home and got changed. I had about a half hour to kill before it was time to leave, so I straightened up the kitchen a bit and went outside to skim the debris off the pool. I was half thinking I had made a mistake agreeing to go to dinner. It was so hot and humid this August Sunday evening that staying home and floating in the pool sounded like a better idea. But it was too late now, so soon I was on my way to the restaurant. With my wife away on business, it was something to do. I got there first, or so I thought, since I didn't see Mike's Jeep yet. I decided to just wait in the car, but I was startled by a knock on the window. I looked and saw this cute, very young looking female standing by my car. "Are you Dave?" She asked as I opened the door. "Yes, I am. Are you Rose?" I could only hope. "Yes, I'm Rose. Mike and Karen are late as usual." I looked at my watch and it was only about two minutes past seven so I shrugged my shoulders a bit and said, "Not too bad yet." But I would not have been upset if they had forgotten to come. Rose was definitely cute. "You want to wait out here or go in and wait at the bar?" asked Rose. "Doesn't matter, what do you want to.....yeah...let's go in and get something." I figured halfway through my reply that if she mentioned it, she probably wanted to do that, so I wasn't going to sound like an idiot saying "whatever you want to do...blah, blah." So we went in. We found the bar and both ordered a glass of Merlot and began to chat, exchanging basic information. I decided as we talked that not only was she cute, but very charming and I was now very glad that Karen had made the suggestion. I was sure I would enjoy her company. After we talked a short while there was a pause in the conversation. I was just about to say something when Rose spoke first. "So you're married huh?" she asked. "Yeah" I answered unenthusiastically. "Figures" Rose responded. "First guy I meet that I like and he's attached. But I guess it really doesn't ma....." I thought she was about to say it doesn't matter, but she was interrupted by the entrance of Mike and Karen. "HEY guys....so you met?" Mike said. "How long have you been here?" "Just a couple of minutes." I answered. "Wow, that's great." Mike went on. "Do they have our table ready?" Just then the hostess came over and asked Mike if he had a reservation which he said he did. He gave her his name and she told us to follow her. It was about ten after seven when we sat down. Dinner was very nice the food was good; the conversation was spirited and fun. I thought Rose was a little flirty at times, but not excessively. And if she was, I figured the wine may have loosened her up a bit. I didn't really get any impression about what she thought of me. And since Mike and Karen were not in any way trying to "hook us up" I wasn't daring to charm her or flirt with her either. We simply had a nice meal, talked about their wedding plans, how Mike and I became friends, how Mike and Karen had met and just a little about Rose's ex-boyfriend and the residual problems she had with that. It really wasn't much different than a bunch of people from the office having lunch together. Until.... Until Mike started asking me about my backyard pool. Rose seemed so intrigued when Mike mentioned the pool and the fact that my yard was very secluded. She asked me if anyone could see it from neighboring properties. "Nope." I told her. "Wow, that's so cool." she said. "Do you ever swim nude in it?" "A couple of times." I responded nonchalantly. "At night though, not during the day." Rose giggled and blurted out, "Oh I'd do it all the time." I swore I saw this gleam in her eye as if she had something in mind, but I didn't really think much of it as I continued by explaining that it's rarely warm enough to swim in the late evening. Other than that brief moment, nothing that happened or nothing that was said gave any indication of what was soon to happen. Mike paid the bill and we got up from the table to leave. Mike and Karen started to walk from the dining room towards the entrance. I stepped back to let Rose pass me so I could follow her out. She walked quite slowly like she was trying to get distance between her and Karen. And when Mike and Karen were far enough ahead that they couldn't hear her, she grabbed my elbow gently and semi-whispered, "Let them leave first, okay?" I nodded and we continued out. In the parking lot the four of us talked a bit more and I thanked Mike and Karen for the dinner, told Rose it was nice to meet her and that I'd look forward to maybe seeing her at the wedding. Although I already knew I would not be going to the wedding. She held out her hand for me to shake it and agreed it was a pleasure to meet me and that she had a good time. Then she giggled a little as if it was all an act for Mike and Karen, but I didn't know what she was up to. I was now getting a little nervous excitement over what she was going to do or say. I was thinking that she really looked cute as we winded down the conversation with Mike and Karen. Rose pretended to head for her car, I headed for mine and Mike and Karen drove off. As Mike pulled away and headed down the driveway to the road, I looked over at Rose who looked back at me at just about the same moment. When Mike's jeep was out of view she walked back toward my car. "So, are you going home to take a swim?" Rose asked in a kidding way. I didn't really take her seriously, but I did tell her I thought it was a great night to warm up the spa and relax outside. "That sounds nice." she replied. There was an awkward pause and then she continued "Well, it was nice to meet you Dave. I had fun." "Me too." I said wishing I could say something to keep the conversation going. I was thinking maybe we could hit another bar or something for a drink since it was only a little after nine o'clock, but I just couldn't get anything out. "Well, I'll see ya." Rose said. And, other than offering my own farewell, I just couldn't come up with the guts to offer to spend more time with her. She got in her car, smiled, gave me a little wave and backed out of her parking space. I got in my car and followed her off the parking lot and back up Horsham Road toward home. I was behind Rose as we got to the red light at route 309. She pulled into the right lane and I pulled up along side her in the left. The light had just changed to red so I knew we had a long wait. I looked over and Rose looked back. She smiled and waved again. Then she rolled down her window as if to say something, so I rolled mine down as well and waited for her to speak. "HEY!" she said, "Since you wouldn't ask, do you have room in that spa for me?" I looked at her and just smiled, not really comprehending what she said. Then it hit me. I realized she was serious! So without thinking about the ramifications I said, "Absolutely." "I'll follow you, okay?" "Okay!" I said and we rolled up our windows and waited a few more moments for the light to change. I drove carefully and slowly so Rose could stay right behind me. I certainly didn't want her to lose me. In a short time we were nearing my house. I was so nervous and excited that I feared that my pounding heart would result in a heart attack. I couldn't believe this was happening and that I was involved! I'd written fantasy stories before, but this one was actually happening. The closer we got to my house the more I kept saying out loud to myself "I can't fucking believe this." Rose exited her car and looked over the house and property and was impressed. I told her to follow me around to the back door where I usually go in and there I flipped on some lights. She followed me into the kitchen commenting on how much she liked the house. I opened the slider to the deck and told Rose I'd turn on the pool lights and the heater for the spa. She came out with me and was amazed at how beautiful the pool looked with the lights on surrounded by the dark, wooded grounds. A few stars were out and Rose said it must be cool to be floating in the pool under the stars. I told her it was really neat when the moon is out as well. After lighting the spa heater I told Rose I'd go in and see if I could find us something to drink. I asked her if she had a preference and she said, "Something red". I guess that meant wine. Or at least that's how I took it, so I found a bottle of Merlot I'd been hanging onto for some special event. I figured nothing else would be more special, so the Merlot was in, and I knew she liked Merlot since that's what she drank at dinner. Fortunately we had just entertained guests the night before so I found some leftover fruit and cheese in the refrigerator, got some crackers and arranged it all on a platter. I grabbed some wine glasses and the bottle and headed out toward the pool. Rose was sitting on the edge of the pool dangling her feet in. I set the glasses on the table and filled them about half way. "How is it?" I asked her. "It's warm!" Rose replied. "Did you feel the spa? Is it getting warmer?" I followed up with. "Yeah....I think it is" she said. "Well", I said, "If you wanna go in the pool, don't get in the spa first or the pool will feel like ice." "Yeah...I thought of that." "I found some fruit and cheese in the fridge, I'll go get it." I ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the tray and returned to the pool with it. Rose had stood up now and was picking up a glass of wine. I put the tray down on the table. "Wow, that's quite a spread. You're an excellent host, Dave." I thanked her and commented on being lucky there was something in the refrigerator since this whole thing was totally unplanned. "Oh wow, you have some blackberries!" Rose exclaimed, "I just love blackberries." She picked one up and ate it assuring me it was very good. I wasn't sure what to say now so I picked up my glass and gestured toward her with it. "Cheers." I said and she returned the gesture with a big smile. She put the glass down and ate another blackberry. I took one more gulp and put my glass down too. I felt the spa water and it was already getting pretty warm. I stood up and said to Rose, "You going in the pool?" "Yeah, I want to....are you?" "Did you bring your bathing suit?" I sort of joked. She laughed and said "No, but I have on a bra and panties. I can just stay in them." She then unbuttoned her black shirt and took it off revealing a zebra striped bra. Her matching black skirt came off next and she had on a zebra striped thong that matched the bra. "That's fine." I said as she undressed, "except MY suit is upstairs. I guess I should go get it." "You don't have to if you don't want to." she assured me with a smile. "Well, okay....no suits then." I declared. Before I could finish unbuttoning my shirt she was out of her bra and the thong was coming off. She had a nice enough body. Nothing wrong there. Her brown italian skin and long brown hair looked really good nude, I thought to myself. She had dark brown nipples that were already standing out like erasers and dark brown aerola surrounding them. Her pubic hair was trimmed very close with just a little bit of a "bush" at the top of her vagina. I tried to remove the rest of my clothing without her noticing that my penis was already erect. Once I slipped my briefs off, I got right into the pool and moved to the middle. She felt the water again with her toes and said, "I guess the trick is to just get in." I said, "Yes...just come in or you'll think it's too cold and it's really not too bad." She walked down the steps and went under up to her shoulders. "You're right..it feels pretty good." she said. We floated around for a while and talked. She went on about how cool it was with the lights in the pool on and the stars out and how beautiful the setting was. I asked her about her job as a nurse and we talked about Mike and Karen joking about them having no clue what was going on. After a while though it was getting pretty cold so I suggested that we move over to the spa which would be warm enough now as I had heard the heater shut off. I climbed over the spillway and into the very warm water; almost too warm. Rose said she'd get our wine glasses and bring them over which she did. Rose handed me my glass and slowly stepped into the spa. "Wow, it's really warm, isn't it? She said, as she sank to her waste. "Yes, it's almost too warm don't you think?" I answered. "Yeah, maybe." She said as she tried to sink deeper into the water. "I have to be careful...sensitive skin." she said smiling as she cupped her breasts to protect them from the water. "I understand." I replied. It didn't take long however and Rose was submerged up to her neck as was I. We sat on the ledge and continued our conversation but at the same time I was slowly moving toward her. As I got within a foot of being right next to her, Rose grabbed her hair and told me how kinky it was getting from the humidity and steam from the spa. I reached over and stroked it and told her I thought it looked kinda sexy that way. She thought I was crazy because it was driving her nuts, so she just went under and got it all wet so it would stay behind her shoulders. When she came up from getting her hair wet I helped her wipe some water from around her eyes. As soon as her eyes were clear of the water she looked at me and put her arms around my neck. She moved close to me and we embraced and kissed, long and hard and passionately. As we kissed Rose moved her hand down my side and grabbed onto my now, rock hard cock and started rubbing and stoking it. "Wow, you must really like me." she said with a coy smile. "I was this way since we got here." I told her. "But yes, I do like you. Especially doing that." I continued. "You're very good at it." I added and she smiled at me. And she was. She kept stroking me in ways that were driving me wild and we kept kissing for what seemed like several minutes. I began to lightly fondle her breasts and play with her nipples which she liked. She began kissing more intensely and moaning softly. After a moment Rose stopped and turned me so my back was at the spillway of the spa. She patted her hand on the tiles of the spillway and said, "Why don't you sit up here and I'll show you something else I'm good at." I sat on the spillway and Rose knelt down in front of me on the ledge that circles the spa. She massaged my balls with her left hand and continued stroking lightly with her right. She looked up at me and simply said, "Very nice." "You think?" I replied. "Yes, very." She said. "I wish it were bigger actually. Two more inches would be nice." I suggested. "Are you serious? This is a nice size." Rose said as she gently inspected my tool. "Pretty average." I told her. "Well, it's plenty big for me. I'm actually a little afraid of it." "You're young," I replied. "You'll stretch."