8 comments/ 21801 views/ 8 favorites The Collision By: CAP811 To be honest, the accident was my fault as much as hers. My Mazda-6 was idling in the left lane, waiting for the traffic light to turn from green to amber to red. I was trying to squeeze in a quick left turn between the time the oncoming traffic stops and the side street traffic starts up. Because of that two-second delay in lights changing, you know. But I was rummaging for a CD at the same time, and may have started to turn a few seconds too early. And she was trying to beat the light, probably speeding and talking on the cell phone too. You know the type. She hit her brakes too late. Just as I was turning, her Acura slammed into the rear passenger side of my car with a sickening 'THUNK! sound. The sound that you still hear in your head months later because you don't merely hear it, you feel it down to your bones. Shaken by what had happened, I pulled over to the side street and stopped. The other car followed and parked behind me. The woman who got out was maybe a little younger than me. She was mad as hell. "You stupid bastard!" she screamed, "I had the fucking right of way! Didn't you see me!" My nerves on edge, still hearing that painful crunch, I just lost it then. "You crazy bitch!" I screamed back at her, "you ran a fucking red light, didn't you see that!" Her hair was dyed ash blonde and cut so short she looked like one of those inmates in a concentration camp after the Nazis have given them a haircut. Deep red lipstick, dark eye shadow. Mini skirt and black lace up boots. I kid you not, a walking horror show. Everything I hate in women's fashion. By now we were just feet from each other. "You stupid jerk!" she hissed, "if it took an IQ test to get a driver's license, you'd have to ride a fucking bicycle." "Yeah, and it's a good thing the fashion police aren't around, angel! Jeez, who picked out your outfit, a color-blind hooker?" "Kiss my fucking ass!" "Gladly! It's bound to be an improvement over your face, honey!" We were now inches from each other, and I was wondering if she was going to punch me. But then everything just kinda stopped. We looked at each other, sensing that something strange was going on. And the next thing I know I'm grabbing her and kissing her. I still don't know how it happened. Kissing her as if those full ripe lips are a pool of fresh water and I'm dying of thirst. Pressing my lips into hers, wanting more and more. Tasting the sweetest most unbearably delicious woman in heaven or on earth. For a second she was startled; then, she grabbed and held me, moaning with unbridled pleasure. But without warning she broke away and pushed me back. "You crazy bastard!" she exclaimed, "I oughta..." Then she just stopped, a dazed look on her face. And with that she seized me like an octopus, and once again came the indescribable taste of her. There was love and lust and want in that kiss. There was moonlit beaches and peach cobbler and chiming bells and rollicking brooks. I wanted to kiss this woman and never ever stop. My brain was reeling, stunned by all her subtle flavors. So many nuances of taste and aroma and feel! A man could kiss this crazy bitch a thousand times and each would be different from the others and delightful beyond words. This crazy bitch who had wrecked my car and wrecked my day. "Excuse me, what's going on here?" came an official sounding voice. The woman shoved me away again and we both looked at the traffic policemen in his spotless pressed uniform. How do they always look so neat? A small crowd had gathered as well. "This lame-ass jerk pulled in front of me!" she cried, pointing at me. "And she ran a red light, dammit!" The cop eyed us skeptically, trying to figure it out. I suppose he normally doesn't see people involved in a traffic accident suddenly start making out like oversexed teenagers. But then he hadn't tasted this woman's lips. I had. "Do you two know each other?" he asked. "Ha!" the woman laughed, "yeah, like I'd know a miserable twerp like him!" The ball in my court, I said, "God in heaven, I pity anyone who knows this bitch, or has the misfortune to be around her!" "Okay!" said the cop, "that's enough with the profanity! Now, are both your cars functional? Can you still drive them?" After that came the usual song and dance. Mr. Spotless wrote us up; her for speeding and me for making an illegal turn. We exchanged names and insurance companies. She was Lacy McKie. What a slut. But I ached for her. The accident and what it would cost me was no more than an annoying gnat buzzing around my face. I just wanted those soft lips again. Her eyes told the same story. But Mr. Spotless stood between us, and after the routine was finished said, "Now, I want you to move on and let the insurance companies settle this, okay?" He sensed the tension, the electricity between us. Probably made him nervous. "Get outta my way, asshole," she snapped at the cop. With that she pushed him aside and was in my arms again. And I was in seventh heaven, kissing her hungrily, just getting off on the taste of this woman who was so crazy and oh so delicious. "Now quit it!" yelled the Law. "I could arrest both of you on several charges already, but I won't if you'll just break it up and be on your way!" He pulled us apart, pushing me away like he was her father or something. He shook his head, not understanding it any more than we did. Lacy stared furiously at me, I at her. Then without a word or backward glance she got into her Acura and sped away, leaking radiator fluid. "Good riddance!" I yelled. By the time I had driven a few blocks the spell was wearing off. It was only then that I realized that my cock was so hard it was painful. And I knew why. Twenty minutes later I was at my job: assistant manager at Borders bookstore. That's right, I'm one of those bright eager tellers who wears a sweater vest and maybe a polka-dot bow tie. You know, the guys who are so cheerful and helpful. I can tell you exactly where to find that book of Wallace Stevens poetry. Or any other book you may come across to waste your time. I mean, there are girls out there who taste like Lacy McKie, and you want to read a book? Please! The funny thing is that I was still fuming over what a crazy bitch Lacy McKie was. There was this weird dichotomy toward her in my mind. The woman really was a silly wench. But oh those lips. My god, the taste of her. You know how sometimes on a mountainside you'll take a rock and set it free just to watch it roll down the mountain? I felt like that rock when evening came, rolling helplessly toward Lacy's apartment in my poor banged-up Mazda, unable to stop myself. I needed to tell her what my insurance agent had said. But not really. That's not what I needed at all. When I rang her doorbell, this skinny girl in horn-rim glasses, about six feet two, answered. Barely noticing her, I said evenly, "I'm here to see Lacy McKie." The stork invited me in. "Lacy!" she yelled to the kitchen, "guy here to see you." Lacy emerged from the kitchen. Black satin pants and a thin cling sweater: pure unadulterated pussy. She came to me and slapped me across the face with all her might. It stung like hell. Then came another blow, equally hard, from the other hand. I grabbed the right arm that was going to hit me again. I even thought about giving her a smack. Nothing would have made me happier than to slap this silly tart. But I didn't. "What the hell took you so long to get here?" she snarled. And with that she grabbed me and I was kissing her, feeling her melt into me, once again savoring the delicious taste and feel of her. What I felt then made everything else that day and maybe my whole life seem dull and trivial by comparison. "Hey, what's going on here!" said the stork. "Lacy, who is this guy?" Lacy broke off our kiss long enough to say, "Fuck off, Dawn. Just get out of the way!" With that Lacy began to kiss me and at the same time drag me toward a short hallway and her bedroom. We were still trying to kiss each other as she slammed the door shut. Then she pushed me back and with a vicious look started tearing my shirt off, literally ripping it away. Not to be outdone, I grabbed her sweater and ripped it in half, just like that. Both of us had the strength of wolverines. I suppose we didn't have to tear every single item of clothing off each other, but we did. For a split second I wondered how I would get home with nothing to wear. But do you think that mattered to me? The crazy bitch was wearing these pink tanga panties. Ripping them off her just made my day. She may have been clean-shaven beneath or maybe not. I don't remember. But I recall that when I ripped away her bra, her breasts were small, pointing straight out. And her nipples and areolae were pure pink, not a hint of brown pigment. As pink as rose petals. As pink as the prairie sky at dawn. Now naked, we stared at each other, panting like sled dogs. Then I grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed. Once again came the sheer ecstasy of her lips. Then I was mounting her and she was saying, "Hurry up, dammit, don't make me wait all night!" Grabbing my butt with her hands, she literally pushed me into her, and I gasped in stunned amazement. The feel of her soaking wet pussy was if possible even more mind-blowing than her lips. It was silk and steel and velvet all in one. My cock had been waiting for this pussy all its life. At last it was home. I drew up slightly from her as I sank into her to the hilt, over and over. With a crazed grin she looked at me, saying, "Can't believe you've got an nice dick! I thought it would be the size of a little vienna sausage!" "Uh huh. And I expected you to be like the fucking Grand Canyon down there." "Does this feel like the goddamn Grand Canyon?" she snarled. With that she used her powerful muscles to tighten down on my cock as in a death grip. Then she released it a bit, then clamped down upon me again. Finally her pussy kneaded my cock; I swear she was giving it a massage. I didn't know it was physically possible to do that, but her tight little puss did it anyway. Amazing. About that time Dawn knocked and opened the door, saying "Lacy, what th' heck's going on? Are you all right?" Lacy pulled away from me just enough to grab the alarm clock and throw it at her roommate. It hit her on the shoulder but did little harm. "Yesss, dammit," she screeched, "now get the fuck outta here!" The woman beat a hasty retreat, I think, but in truth I was kissing Lacy and driving my manhood into her without missing a beat and hardly noticed. They could have brought in the Notre Dame marching band and we wouldn't have stopped. Couldn't have stopped. Together Lacy and I climbed the mountain. We came together and most of our brain shut down, leaving the id, the base reptilian part of us, in complete control of the situation. We screamed and grunted like the animals we are. Cum gushed out of me like the Jamestown flood. Lacy ravaged my back, at the same time arching and twisting her body in seemingly impossible ways. It was as if the laws of nature were somehow abrogated that night. Of course I couldn't stop after that first time. And somehow my cock remained fully hard. It knew better than to go soft on me now. I soon brought the woman to a second keening climax. Once again my back was flogged. She bit me as well, no more in control of herself than a lioness in heat. For long minutes afterwards we lay gasping for breath, my cock still buried deep inside her. Her hair and skin were so wet with sweat that she looked as if she had just gotten out of the shower. Her pupils were the size of quarters, her lips bruised and swollen red. She was utter perfection. "Will you marry me?" I gasped. Lacy's eyes arched in surprise. Smiling and shaking her head, she murmured, "I'll be damned. I can't believe you had the balls to ask me before I asked you. I was sure you'd dork around for a week before you finally got up the nerve!" "Is that a yes or a no?" "It's yes of course! Do I have a choice?" "Not if you feel the way I do." Now her eyes blazed anew and the flush on her cheeks reddened. Back to work, I thought. Once again I began to thrust into her, slowly at first but with increased vigor. Through willpower alone my cock stayed hard enough, long enough to bring the woman to a third climax, as brutal and tumultuous as the first two. I climaxed with her as we screamed and moaned uncontrollably. You should have been there. Aching from bites and scratches and a cock that had been mercilessly overworked, at long last I withdrew and lay beside her. Lacy sat up on the bed, coming down from the endorphin high. Shaking her head, she looked as if she was hung over. Her jaw was slack, as was her pussy. Cum seeped out onto the bedspread. At that moment she was so damn beautiful, the most amazing creature I had ever seen. "Wow!" she whispered. "Double wow." "My thoughts exactly." "Has this ever happened to you before?" "Are you kidding!" For the first time ever she looked at me with neither anger nor desire. "I can't imagine being married. Don't you want to know some things about me first? Where I'm from, where I work and all that?" "I already know what I need to know." "I'll have to get a wedding dress." "You can walk down the aisle stark naked for all I care." Then I heard the woman laugh, warm and a bit throaty. Like her kisses, it made you think of things. Lazy summer days; the wind in the pines. "At least you're easy to please." I rose up and gazed at Lacy, spellbound by her eyes. I just wanted to sink into those sky blue pools to the point of total oblivion. Suddenly Lacy's expression darkened. She slapped me again, not as hard as before, but it got my attention. "Hey, what was that for!" "What took you so long to find me!" she cried. "I'm almost 25! Why couldn't you have found me years ago!" "You're only 24? You look older." "Go to hell!" With that I grabbed her and once again melted into the woman, savoring the sweetest lips on this or maybe any side of paradise. She kissed me wantonly as our hands roamed where they chose. Whatever fury had been released by our collision this morning was still running the show. We were no more able to control ourselves than puppets. I caressed her wonderfully smooth butt, and miracle! My cock swelled like a balloon. "Can you take me again?" I asked. "You must be joking!" came her hoarse reply. "If you stop now I'll kill you!" I saved my life by bringing her to a fourth climax. My painful back took more abuse. I didn't want it to end; I kept easing off, and finally the woman was reduced to begging me. "Please!" she whimpered, "let me feel it now! Don't make me wait!" Afterwards we lay silently on the bed, still reeling from all that had happened. Finally Lacy rose up and walked out to the bathroom, taking small mincing steps, so sore was her pussy. She returned a few moments later and said, "I'd better put something on and go apologize to Dawn." But she saw that our clothes were now little more than rags. With a gesture of resignation she limped out again, still naked. I staggered to the bathroom and washed myself off; then, returned to her bedroom. I turned off the lamp beside her bed, and was reclining, my back against the pillows, when she slowly walked into the room and sat cross-legged on the bed. There had been a faint rumble of thunder during our lovemaking, and now the first drops of rain spattered against the windowpanes. The room was dark except for a shaft of light that illuminated Lacy's breasts, as if we were in a movie scene or something. She was holding two glasses and a bottle of chardonnay, and wordlessly filled the glasses, handing one to me. "My roommate's not very happy with me," she remarked. "You'll soon have a new one." More silence. "I have an Irish temper," she said. "So I've noticed." "What did you say your name was?" "Brett." To be so far from Lacy was unbearable. I moved down the bed so that our bodies were now just touching; to where I could enjoy the scent of her and caress her smooth skin. Lacy took a sip of wine. "That outfit I was wearing this morning, that's part of who I am. I like alternative rock. Barenaked Ladies, the All-American Rejects. I'm half owner of a used clothing and costume shop; I like to sleep late on Sunday mornings." I pondered this information, then replied. "I like progressive jazz, above all Stan Kenton. Thai food but not Chinese; I like old movies, especially film noir; I'm assistant manager at Borders; I love to read books, even poetry." I could just make out her eyes, luminous in spite of the dim light. "Yes," she smiled tiredly, my words confirming what she already knew, "you really are a total dweeb, the complete geek." "Oh stop it, you seductress!" "And that little bow tie you had on this morning! You were such a nerd. But then you kissed me and it was like a thousand volts of electricity went though me and I thought omigod, I gotta have this man!" Another wistful smile, then she went on, "All day you were like two people in my mind. This hopeless geek, and at the same time the most scrumptious desirable man I've ever met. I had to have you. Did you feel that way too?" "Uh huh. I thought you were a crazy bitch, but I couldn't stop wanting to be with you and kiss you. I never dreamed anyone could taste and feel the way you do." She bent forward and kissed me, for the first time tenderly. "C'mon, husband-to-be," she chuckled. "I want to put on a clean bedspread." I removed the soiled bedspread as Lacy rummaged through the closet and brought a new one to replace it. Afterwards we snuggled under the cover. She lay beside me, her right arm and leg draped over me. I gently caressed her and could tell by the sound of her breathing when she fell asleep. I was exhausted but not yet ready for slumber. I just wanted to savor the moment: the rain falling outside, the delicious feel and aroma of this woman beside me. And the thought crossed my mind. All my life I've been riding the carousel, around and around with nice music. But today I got on a roller coaster. Not just any one either, the American Eagle maybe, or the Raging Bull. I knew that starting tomorrow, with Lacy McKie at my side, I'd be laughing and screaming and sometimes scared out of my wits. And I couldn't wait. The Collision Broke the Ice My marriage was a lost cause and I needed help. Luck was on my side for a change as a co-worker had transferred to an outstation and needed someone to look after his house, he did not want to sell it and did not feel comfortable renting it to just anyone being that he could not be there to tend to it. So we made the arrangement for me to rent it at a very good rate. It was really nice two story three bedroom two bath house with a hot tube just off the deck as well as a pool of which was all fenced in even though it was in a rural setting. It worked out very well for me by easing the burden of the divorce off my back, I had freedom and a very nice place to live and it was better then living in the apartment I had shared with my wife for five years. But that's not why we are here! While I lived in my buddy's house I took care of all the upkeep and any repairs that came along with owning a house, and being he cut me such a good deal on rent I never asked for a penny from him for the work I did or supplies I used. It was a sweet deal we had going. As far as my personal life I kept to myself while the divorce was ongoing, I enjoyed the home life. Aside from work I spent my time just doing things around the house. I kept things clean, planted a garden, cooked, and tended the pool and hot tub. Cooking became a passion for me, so much so I would take extra food to work to share with the guys, use them as taste testers as it were. So I had to shop for food. I was a thrifty shopper using my coupons and sale ads, hell I had to with what was left of my paycheck from the ex.'s cut. Guys always get the short end in a divorce. Shopping at the local chain grocery store was a routine for me, I knew what was in every isle and always made my list to make my shopping most efficient, In honest I hated to shop, it was not til I changed my schedule that I got into it. I decided to do my shopping late after work on my last night. I work nights and even thought my last night was on a Thursday it just seemed to work. Several months had passed and things were going well for me. However I had a strange feeling every time I went shopping, like someone was watching me. Was I being paranoid from the divorce or just going crazy? The next week was when I noticed this woman that I saw almost every other time in the store, was it coincidence or fate? She slipped away off to check out before I could talk to her. I finished my shopping and then check out also. On the drive home I could not get her out of my mind, I remembered seeing her so many times. It was the hair color that threw me off, she either dyed her hair every week or had a wig. I began to put the puzzle together, so I thought. During the following week that I went shopping I took time to look for her to no avail, I did not see her. I began to think I was imagining all of it from the stress and lack of sex. I even talked to my friends about it and they agreed I needed to get laid soon. The guys even went as far as to take me out for a night on the town. We partied hard and had a great time and even got some girls to pop their tits out and rub them in my face, but they were just having fun also and looking for guys to buy them drinks They were not looking for a hook-up. As the night worn on the guys decided to call it a night and went their separate ways, I was the lucky one to have a wingman to drive for me. As we drove toward my place we saw a small bar tucked in the corner of a strip mall, neither one of us knew it was there before, so we dropped in for one more beer. After we got a beer and a shot for me was when we really took a look around the bar and we realized it was a gay bar. Guys were with guys and girls were with girls. The look on our faces was a red flag and gave us away. It was then a girl approached me saying point blank. "You did not know this was a gay bar, did you!" "No." I replied. "I am Patty and if you want to have some fun I can help you, if you're interested." Patty and I talked and drank til the bar closed. I learned that Patty was bi-sexual and she had three lesbian girlfriends at the bar that loved to party, so I invited them to my place for the night to play in the pool and hot tub. Patty told my wingman she would take very good care of me then gave him such a deep kiss that it made him blush. I gave the "ok" and he left. As we dove to my place I told Patty I did not have anything to drink at my place. She giggled as she told me that the girls had it covered. Patty and I had not been at my place for two minutes before the girls pulled in. Patty went to greet them, as I went to the bathroom, (I had to piss). When I returned all of the girls were in the kitchen with beers and shots set up for all of us, Patty introduced me to all of the girls. They were all very hot and I just could not believe they were lesbian's not that I minded at that point. After downing the shots and washing them down with beer I asked Patty if we would like to take the party to the patio, maybe go for a swim or dip in the hot tub. The girls liked that idea, I quickly grabbed the cooler from the garage filling it with what ice I had then added the beer they brought before joining the girls on the patio. They had poured another round of shots for us all and had them waiting on the table. We downed the shots then I saw the three girls group together for a three-way tongue fest as Patty did the same with me, it was so hot to watch, my cock began to grow in my pants. Patty saw this then stroked my cock through my pants as she whispered in my ear, "you haven't seen anything yet!" Patty walked to join the girls in their fun as I stood there with my mouth gaped open and cock making a tent in my pants. Patty soon walked back to me telling me the girls were going for a swim. I had already turned the pool lights on and just nodded as if giving approval. The girls began to strip each others clothes off knowing they were teasing me so much, I think that was Patty's plan. They were soon naked as they ran to the pool, tits and ass bouncing with every step. Patty look at me then said, "I think we need to do something about this," as she slid my shorts to the ground letting my cock spring free. She stripped her clothes off quickly before setting me down in a chair then tossing a towel on the deck she knelt down to suck my cock. She was a great cocksucker and even though I had been drinking all night it did not take her long to bust my nut deep in her throat, she took it all swallowing it down as she grinned as if please with her work. She then stood up and ran to the pool and dove in to join the girls. Balls aching from such a hard cum I sank into the hot tub to relax. It was not long that Patty joined me which was very nice, then the other girls joined us also and they brought more shots and that was nice also. Three hot lesbian's, a hot bi-sexual woman with me in my hot tub, what a boost for my ego! We partied till sunup before going to bed, Patty and I took my room and the other three took the spare bedroom. It was a great night! Come morning the three girls were gone. Patty and I spent the day together as we fucked all afternoon. It was a great weekend! A few weeks went by with nothing new going on, aside from that I had to work late one night which meant I could leave an hour early on any night as long as it was in the same pay period, so I left work one hour earlier on the next Thursday of my shift. I held to my routine with going shopping after work on that Thursday. I did not even think of running into her being I was there early. The store seemed to have more customers then what I was used to but I worked around them getting the goods I needed. I rounded the end of one aisle without looking colliding with another shopper's cart. Before I looked up I said, "I'm sorry." It was just a polite reaction on my part. As I looked up I saw that it was the woman I had seen so many times before, my face turned red. "It's quite alright these things happen." She said. "I have seen you in here before I believe." I said while trying to make small talk. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow as if waiting for more. "It's just seems that you have had a different hair color and style each time I saw you." "Your very observant and pay attention to details I see." She said. "To be honest, I am not, or I would have checked out what was in your cart each time to know what to fix for our dinner tomorrow night." I said with a smile. "Pretty sure of yourself are you?" She replied. I could not let up I could feel a flirtatious vibe from her that urged me on saying, "How's eight-thirty sound at my place?" I asked her. I wrote down my address and cell number handing it to her before she replied. Being coy she said, "What if I say no?" "Then you will miss out on a great meal and pleasant company." I replied. I turned my cart to get on with my shopping as she said, "I will let you know." "That's fair enough." I replied, and went on with my shopping. I continued to do my shopping thinking I would see her again through the aisles but I never did, it was then I felt I blew my chance. I stopped in the wine area looking for something smooth, even though I was not a big wine drinker however I did like to keep some on hand for cooking and quests, when and if I had them. I was just about done shopping when I got a text from an unknown number, it was her, she asked, "Don't you even want to know my name?" I had a large grin on my face thinking I had her, I replied, "I figured you would tell me when you were ready, I am Mike." "8:30 will work well for me, what do you want me to bring?" she texted. I did not know if I should push the limit at this point, but the little devil on my left shoulder won out. I replied to her text with, "Your appetite and overnight bag. I have a pool and hot tub. What do you like to drink?" "OK." Was the only thing I got back from her text. I was unsure about her last text but went ahead with planning dinner getting what I felt would be a great dinner. On Friday I had so much to do, I made sure the house and bathrooms were clean as well as the back yard. I tried to make a comfortable setting outback by placing tiki torches around the deck and hot tub I even laid out towels close to the hot tub. Now it was time to cook, I put some chicken breasts on the grill that I had prepared earlier for the salad. When they were done I sliced them thin to add to the first course of the meal. I prepped all of the other foods placing them in the fridge to be ready for her arrival. As the hour approached I showered then dressed going with the casual theme of Khakis, and a loose Tee. I picked some music to play going with a luau theme and Jimmy Buffet mix. She arrived right on time of which surprised me, I really felt she would be late or even a no show. I went to welcome her as she through me a curve when she spoke. "Can I put my car in your garage?" She asked. "Sure!" I replied. I was puzzled with that and she never even said hello or anything. She seemed very rushed to do so but I did not question it. I opened the garage door to let her pull in, instead she backed in. I thought it was very odd. Was she setting up for a fast get away or what? She then popped the trunk and brought out two grocery bags handing them to me as she asked, "Will you take you take these inside please?" I nodded and took the bags into the kitchen. I could not help to notice that there were four bottles of wine as well as some fine steaks in the bags with other items. She soon followed me into the kitchen before she tossed a bag off to the side thinking I did not see, but I did. She then walked into the kitchen, placed her hands on the edge of the counter and sighed. Puzzled, I asked, "Are you okay, do you need a drink?" She took a moment to reply then said "Yes, a drink would be nice right about now." "What would you like?" I said then added, "I have just about everything." "Scotch neat and a beer." She said. I poured her a double shot of my good scotch before getting us both a beer. She downed the shot then washed it back with half of her beer. I gave her a moment before I pointed to the bags as I asked, "So should we unpack these?" She perked up and said, "I thought I would bring a few things to help with dinner." I made light of it saying, "Would the lady like to see our menu for tonight?" She fell right into the role play saying, "Why yes, I would love to see the menu, thank you." I was screwed I did not have a menu to give her not even a note or grocery list to pass off, I had to think quickly. I fumbled around the kitchen as if looking for a menu, she watched me with a puzzled look. I finally let out a loud sigh in disgust before saying, "I am going to fire my Martie d' he should have had the new menu posted." She smiled for the first time since she arrived. I did my best to come up with a silly accent as I told her what was on the menu. "For starters we have a spinach garden salad topped with thin slices of spiced grilled chicken and the house special red vinaigrette dressing followed by grilled salmon with a pineapple orange glaze served with garlic mashed red skin potatoes." With a raise of her eyebrow and a smile on her face she said, "The menu sounds great, but as far as your accent I hate to tell you it sucks!" We both broke out laughing. "Would you like wine with dinner?" I asked. That was when she realized we had not unpacked the bags of food she had brought. We quickly put the items away, as well as the wine she had brought. Being that I had chilled wine ready to go we did not need hers. After storing the food she poured two glasses of wine as I started the grill for our dinner. She seemed to relax while I grilled and prepared dinner as we chatted the whole time. Dinner turned out great and she was impressed with my cooking skills. After dinner she helped with the clean up as we opened another bottle of wine. As we finished the clean up in the kitchen she said something that caught me off guard at first. "You make me feel very safe." She said as she emptied her glass. Not knowing just how to take it I replied "Thank you, I am happy you feel that way." I refilled our wine glasses before we stepped outside to the deck. The air had cooled off enough to make it very comfortable and the slight breeze made it even better. We sat on the deck drinking wine as we chatted while we enjoyed the evening air. After chilling on the deck for a while I asked "Would you like to take a dip in the pool or hot tub?" She looked at me with an evil grin saying "That sounds very good to me, but I did not bring a bikini." With that she stood up and slowly danced around the deck to the music that was playing. I quickly clicked the remote turning the outdoor speakers up to add to the moment it worked well. She began to get into the music rubbing her hands all over her body. I watched as she swayed in the moonlight as if doing an erotic dance as she slowly peeled her clothes off and tossed them at me. I was stunned by her boldness at first as well as aroused my cock rose to prove it. She had a tight body with ample breast's and firm looking ass. She danced around the deck in her panties and bra before approaching me, then said "It's your turn to strip for me." She took me by the hand as she pulled me to my feet then backed off expecting a show. I honestly did not know what to do, so I stripped for her, granted it was more of a comic routine of which made her laugh but it worked and now I was down to my boxers. My cock had settled down to a respectable position as it was. She walked up close to me facing me inches away I could feel the heat from her body on mine. She asked, "Pool or tub?" The heat from her body was intense. I said "I think a dip in the hot tub would be very relaxing while we sip some wine." "That's sounds nice, will you get us another bottle please?" she asked a she kissed me on the cheek. I stepped inside to get the wine as well as to select more music before I returned to the deck. I did not see her anywhere. The pool was calm and the hot tub bubbled away, as I neared the tub she popped up from under the foamy bubbles I could see she was still wearing her bra, it was see through at his point and her nipples poked out hard and large against the lace. "HI!" she said, "This feels so good, hop in." I slipped into the water letting it take control of me, the warmth and bubbles relaxed me to the point of euphoria. Or so I thought! I soon felt her hand on my thigh gently gliding along it. My cock grew harder as her hand slid closer. We slipped into each others arms kissing deeply letting our tongues fight for position. I unhooked her bra before I slid it down her arms to reveal her firm tits then tossed it onto the deck, she then pulled my boxers down and give them a filing also. Next came her panties, she pulled them off before I could reach for them they ended up on the deck also. She was ready, or so I thought. We splashed around in the hot tub kissing and feeling each other's bodies stopping long enough for a sip of wine while looking into each others eye's. Then she said, "I need to cool off, let's jump into the pool." I watched her as if in slow motion as she rose from the hot tub, the water droplets pearled down her body, her firm tits and tight ass were illuminated brightly by the moon light showing off her great body. She walked slowly toward the pool nearing the edge before she looked back at me, just to see if I was watching and of course I was, I had risen from the tub to get a better view. I stood on the deck naked with semi-wood watching her as she mounted the diving board. She looked toward me as if teasing me as she bounce on the board before diving in to the darkness of the pool. What she did not know was the pool had automatic under water lighting, if someone or something was in the pool the lights came on. It was a safety feature that I installed. The pool illuminated with light showing everything. When she surfaced she asked, "Do we need all this light?" "Would you like something else?" I said before going to the control box to change it to alternating colors. With that I walked to the edge of the pool near the deep end with our wine glasses full setting them down before I sat down to let my feet hang in the water. She swam up to me as she gripped my legs for support and she lifted herself from the water to rest her elbows on my thighs, her tits laid in my lap across my cock and balls. That was so hot, and my cock grew between her tits. I quickly handed her wine glass hoping to take the pressure off me, that was when she surprised me, after taking a gulp of wine she grabbed my cock taking it deep into the mouth while still full of wine swirling it around in her mouth while sucking me. I had never felt anything like that before. Her wet wine blowjob thrilled me so much I thought I would cum right away. She felt my urge and backed off only to make me last longer. "Not yet." She said as she slipped back into the water. I wanted to dive in after her but I hesitated, yes I wanted her but what was her game, why the mystery? She was a fucking tease! I threw caution to the wind as I made my way to the diving board. She had made her way off to one side of the pool as she watched me. For a guy, diving into a pool naked could turn out very bad, however for me it worked just fine. She had my dick so hard it was if it were a torpedo being launched as I dove into the water. I swam the length of the pool under water as I reached my target then I popped up in front of her. She had lost sight of me in the changing lights, so it surprised her when I popped up, as she let out an excited "Oh", before laughing loudly. Her heals were just touching the small underwater ledge of which ran along the deep end of the pool with her back to the wall, arms out stretched along the top rail with only her head and arms above water. I slipped up to her placing my feet aside hers and gripping the upper rim of the pool wall. The Collision Broke the Ice I pressed my body to hers as we tried to see who could win a tongue fight. The heat built to the point that we could not stay in the pool, as we drifted away from each other we hovered in the water for a few seconds eyeing each other. It seemed we both were on the same wave length, (a race). I nodded, she said go! The race was on. I was very impressed at her speed she edged me out by a hair. She began to gloat on her win, so I thought I would be humble and see what it got me. "OK, you are the best swimmer with a hot ass!" I said. She smiled as she turned her ass toward me giving it a slap. "You like to be spanked?" I asked. She looked at me in a devilish way before saying in a sweet seductive voice, "Would you please get our wine glasses and refill them?" I still could not figure her out and it seemed as if she had a power over me. I walked to the end of the pool to get our glasses then returned only to find her in the hot tub she stood up as I neared. The sight of her large tits and hard nipples made my cock grow, I found it difficult to pay attention as I filled our glasses before I handed one to her. She then took my hand setting me down on the deck at the edge of the hot tub to let my feet dangle in the water. She rubbed her hands and tits on my thighs and chest as well as my cock and balls before she picked up her glass of wine. She dipped her fingers into her glass wetting them with wine before she let the droplets fall to wet my cock as she watched it twitch while the droplets rolled down to my balls. She looked me in the eyes before she dove onto my cock sucking hard and fast, her hand worked my balls making them swell, she knew what to do to make me cum. Then she backed off to slow stroke me making me wait. I wanted to cum and she knew she had the power over me. It was then I realized, that was her thing, she had to be in control. So I submitted to her will letting her take control. She sucked me to the edge two times pinching me off stopping me from cumming. It was frustrating yet exhilarating. The third time she could not have stopped with vise grips. "I'm going to cum!" I shouted. She sucked harder as she squeezed my balls tighter taking my entire load deep in her throat slowly backing off to show it to me on her tongue before she swallowed it all down with a loud gulp. She then returned to my cock to suck the last few drops from it. And trust me it was worth the wait! She pulled her lips from my cock while helping me into the water to soothe my balls. Handing me my wine glass she stepped out of the tub as I watched her walk away and she wiggled her tight ass as she made her way to the house. I slid down into the tub letting the water and bubbles take me away to the point that I had lost track of time, after such a hard cum, til it hit me, where was she? I sat in the tub for a few more minutes before I thought of getting up to check on her. Just as I sat up in the tub she emerged from the house, the lights from behind lit her silhouette as she returned with a new bottle of wine. After she poured us more wine she stepped into the bubbling water. As we drank more wine we began to pick up with the rubbing touching and feeling each others bodies making us both very hot for each other. I stood to get a large towel spreading it out on the edge of the deck by the tub. Turning to her I stood her up grabbed her waist then lifted her up to set on the towel. The large smile on her face told me she knew what I wanted. As I stood I parted her legs while she eased herself back to enjoy what I was about to give her. I softly began to place kisses along her legs working up her thighs as I inched closer to her bald pussy lips. She spread her legs open for me as I neared her sweet lips, I could see they were already wet and not from the tub. She twitched as I touched her outer folds, softly rubbing making her wetter as I blew my hot breath on her. Her aroma was intoxicating to the point I could not wait anymore. I ran my tongue up the length off her pussy with a slurp at the top this made her gasp with pleasure telling me I was on the right path. That was when I dove in licking, sucking, and fingering til she was moaning, gasping, and begging to cum. I did not let up I pushed further on as I took it to the next level. Her pussy was so wet her cream ran down coating her tight asshole so I seized the moment and eased a finger into her ass. That was when she gripped my head, pulled it tight to her pussy and gushed all over my face as she screamed. Her body went limp I pulled myself up from her pussy as I started to lick her cream from my face when suddenly she sat up, gripped my face and licked it clean, it was so hot to have her do that. I wanted to fuck her so hard so I pushed her legs open as I lined up my cock to her wet hole. She stopped me and pushed me back a few steps as she slipped into the water also. She then turned her back toward me as she laid face down across the towel on the deck while reaching back to spread herself open. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Fuck my ass hard!" I could not believe her boldness but there was not way I was going to pass this up. I swiped my cock along her wet dripping slot coating it with her cream before I lined up her wet rosebud. I pushed slowly to get the head to pop in then she pushed back hard and fast to take my whole length. The feeling was incredible and there was more to come, she began to grind her ass on my hips working my cock while she sank two fingers deep into her pussy. As she began to moan I started to work my cock in and out of her tight ass to the point of making her yelp with each thrust, that was when I took a chance and slapped her right butt cheek. The reaction was more then I expected. "Oh yes, smack that ass!" She cried. "Fuck me harder!" I began to pound her tight asshole while I slapped her ass cheeks, the whole time she was gasping and begging for more til we both came at the same time. I filled her with cum and she gushed all over her fingers and soaked the towel. When she calmed down just a bit I slowly pulled out making her twitch with enjoyment. She turned as she scooped up cream from her pussy and fed it to me before she pulled my cock to her lips to suck clean before we let ourselves drift off in the bubbles. A we settled in with more wine we started chatting about how great it felt and how at ease she felt with me, she then went on to say I must have had a lot of sex in the tub. I told her I did not but I could see in her eyes she did not believe me. I felt so close to her also and felt I could tell her anything, so I told her the story of the bisexual girl and her three horny lesbian friends. With out a blink of her eye she said, "Well, I sure hope you got her number, I would love to get in on some of that action with you." The look on my face was priceless!