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By the Pond

By: AlexWriter



She sheds her clothes next to pond's edge. The setting sun frames her body with a translucent quality that mirrors the heat building up inside her. Without even walking into the water she can already feel her spine tingling with expectation. The water will be warm. she knows it will embrace her body completely and when it meets her pelvis it will mask the warmth already there. She brushes her fingers down her thighs tentatively. She is rewarded by a rush of fluttering in her stomach. She plays with the idea of running her fingers between her legs and surrendering to that quick ecstasy but she will not. Not yet. she feels too good to have it end so fast.

She dives into the clear water in one fluid motion. The water kisses her body and penetrates her inner heat merging, nurturing, bonding. She spies her destination at the end of the pond. She can already feel the current that rushes into the pond from a nearby stream. Its pristine flow almost foams into the bigger space that is the pond. As she moves toward it, she remembers how she discovered this spot. She was taking a cooling bath on ahot summer day and she exited the pond through the stream. Even through her bathing suit she felt the current push against her navel and caress her clitoris. She had frozen in place, with her eyes half-closed, her pupils fully dilated and her lips parted. She had not moaned because she might not be alone. A mental note was filed in the back of her head. "I will return...ready."

As she reached the flows edge, she held on to the muddy sides of the bank and placed her knees on either side of the stream. Her fist clenched involuntarily as the rush of water penetrated her deeply. She started to sway back and forth trusting herself at the current. The foam felt like hundreds of hands kissing her breasts, her neck, her navel. She knew she had to stop soon or she would climax and she couldn't...not yet. She willed herself to bestride the stream and walked out slowly.

The cold breeze brushed against her nipples, fully erect and tender from the foam. She could feel the warm water flowing down her thighs and had to wander how much was the pond's and how much was hers. She felt the kind of wellness one feels after a long shower on a hard days work. But the work was just beginning.

Her hart skipped a beat at the sight of him lying naked in the grass, waiting for her. His body glowed with a light that seemed to come from within him and not from the sunset. She smiled a little at seeing that her was ready for her.

Without saying a word, she straddled him and felt him slide inside effortlessly. His heat was enough to steal her breath but his thrust rendered her mute. She had waited long for this and it showed. She greedily swayed her hips forward to meet his hips and cause blind pleasure to surge from their coupling, up her spine and through her heart. She could not contain herself. She grabbed his neck and held on while her hips rammed into his faster and faster. Her breaths were shallow. she buttocks flexed with each impact as a gathering force formed in her middle.

In one motion she planted her soles to the ground to elevate her position. Now each thrust of her hips forward felt like a swallowing a lightning rod. She trembled. She rumbled. But she could not stop the motion. She was moaning now for she could not scream. She did not have enough breath to do so. all her will, all her energy was focused on holding on to his neck and trusting against him. She could not stop. She would not. For if she stooped the world would stop and she will be lost.

The warmth inside her because heat, it then became a hot water. She was a pond and the there was a stream that wanted to burst from her. She had to release the pond, it was too much and with each thrust of lightning inside her the pond grew. It grew and grew and grew. she felt him shudder beneath her and his moan reverberated though her and rung every vertebrae and her hand shot out from his neck and touched herself while she grinded his body to the ground.

She felt him blast inside her and with an earth-shattering quake she felt her dam break and and her body give way. she felt herself falling in place. Her vision blurred and she gasped at the setting sun. It was so beautiful and so warm. Her eyes closed and felt him embrace her. She could feel their heartbeats merge and drum together. She felt his lips in hers and after a silent kiss. She drifted away and knew no more.

By The Pool



He was young, about 18 or 19, sun-bronzed with blue eyes and boyish good looks. She was 37 (must be twice his age, she thought to herself), a good figure (the wolf-whistles told her) and old enough to know better, but still young enough to know better still. He worked the pool in the hotel - she was not too sure what he did exactly; he did not seem to be a life-guard, though he may well have been trained; pool-attendant perhaps; he was certainly not a waiter, but if she asked him, he would get her drinks from the bar. She was widowed and financially secure; to keep herself busy she did various bits of work for charities. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. He seemed lonely to her and there she stopped her idle thoughts, aware that she was creating some fantasy existence for the boy based on very little real evidence. Her name was Jean.

But the roots of the fantasy were there and as the days passed she developed and modified it by observation. There was a girlfriend - young (much younger than him), blonde and (she thought) too thin; she giggled a lot and the relationship seemed rather one way: although he was always very attentive, the girl seemed to play one or two others similarly. This boosted the fantasy significantly, having a girlfriend so transparently superficial and fickle was better than none at all - the poor boy. His name, she learnt, was Mark. But it was still only a fantasy.

Then fate lent a hand. Jean was sunbathing, as usual, by the pool and Mark had gone to the bar to get her a martini. Over the other side of the pool some children were playing with a large inflatable shark. As Mark returned walking beside the pool towards Jean, two of the children tumbled into the pool with the shark, probably pushed by the third. Momentarily distracted, Mark turned to see what was happening and caught his foot on the leg of the sunbed next to Jean's and stumbled. Although he managed to keep a grip on the glass, most of the contents shot out over Jeans body, the heavier ice not quite making the distance. The initial coldness did not last long in the heat of the sun and the expression on the boy's face when he realised he had soaked one of the women guests was worth the minor discomfort she felt.

'Ooooh!' thought Jean, to herself, 'You naughty boy, you've made me all wet!'

Instinctively, after his initial horror at what he had down, Mark reached for a towel to mop up the spilt drink. Then, realising that most of it was over Jean's body, he hesitated again, unsure of the right thing to do. Jean saw an opportunity to take control of the situation: the last thing she wanted him to do was give her the towel; her preference was to get him to lick it off, but that would be pushing it too far; she would settle for his hands with the towel.

'It's ok,' she said 'accidents happen. If you could mop it up here, over my stomach and legs, I'm sure I'll be fine.'

With clear instructions what to do, Mark seemed much happier and started to use the towel on Jean, apologising as he did so.

'You're very sweet' said Jean, 'and I really dont mind! Here, there's some more between my legs.'

Without thinking, Mark moved the towel over Jean's pubic mound between her legs. 'Ooooh!' said Jean. Mark suddenly reddened. 'Oh dear' thought Jean, 'I've gone too far.'

Mark moved away. Jean put her hand on his arm to stop him getting up and then realised that although he had pulled back, he was in no hurry to get to his feet. Mark normally wore shorts around the pool and Jean suspected that he was concerned that they wouldn't conceal what was happening inside. 'I bet he's got an erection', she thought.

'I'm sorry,' she said to him, 'I took advantage. That was naughty of me. Please forgive me.'

The boy relaxed, in fact he seemed to be far more at ease.

'That's ok,' he said, 'I rather liked it.', he admitted.

'Me too!' said Jean, 'did that make you stiff?'

Mark looked uneasy, then he nodded.

'I know it's wicked, but I rather like thinking about that. Would you like me to help you out with it?'

Mark nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. Jean was now aware that she could make out the outline of his burgeoning prick inside his shorts. 'That must be uncomfortable.', she thought. Then she thought of somewhere that it would feel ever so good and felt her own hot moistness warming up the cold dampness of the spilt drink.

Jean looked around. The pool was obviously not a good place to continue. 'Is there somewhere more private?' she asked.

Mark thought. One of the things he thought, was that 'No' was not going to be the answer.

'There is a hut,' he said, 'behind those bushes the end of the pool. We use it for storing sunbeds and parasols and stuff. I could take this sunbed back there, it doesn't really need to go, it's only wet and a bit sticky, but it's an excuse.'

'I'm wet and sticky, too!' said Jean 'Perhaps, I'd better go as well?'

She got up, allowing Mark to pick up the sunbed and carry it, hiding the awkward and uncomfortable distortion in the front of his shorts. She followed behind him, the sight of his strong young body feeding and combining with her own passionate yearnings to excite her so deliciously.

The hut was larger than Jean expected, it had not been visible from the poolside. It was low and also quite well lit from a window in the roof. On one side were a pile of canvasses, which looked as if they may be soft enough to lie on. She thought of herself spread out there, her legs open, her hot pussy tightly gripping his thick cock as he rammed it hard up inside her, but no … not here … not yet. Mark had put down the sunbed and was looking at her. She smiled as her eyes fell upon the unconcealed bulge in his shorts.

'My,' she said, moving over towards him 'you know how to flatter a lady!' Jean cupped her hand around his balls, feeling them soft through the fabric. As she moved her hand upward she felt the hardness pressing against the material and some of the girth. She gave it a small squeeze and Mark groaned.

Feeling up the full length of his straining penis, her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. Simply elasticated, they were easy to pull away from his body and downwards allowing his cock to spring out thick and meaty into her hand. She put her hands around the swollen head and explored the single eye at the top with her thumb. She felt his slippery precum oozing out and, with her hand, she smeared his stickyness over his cockhead and down his shaft.

'Mmmm!', she said looking him directly in the face, her eyes half-closed as her hand moved up and down his thick cock, her mouth smiling wickedly. 'That feels good!'

She looked into his eyes, savouring the control she felt over him. 'Do you like this?'

Mark was obviously lost for words, but his expression was pleasing for her. Smiling, his eyes half closed he nodded slightly and mumbled some incomprehensible appreciation.

'A fine thick cock', she added, 'Lovely and suckable!'.

She dipped down before him bringing her mouth to the level of his fully erect penis and flicked her tongue along the slit at the end of the swollen purple knob, licking up some of the precum still leaking out there.

'Mmmm!', she said again, pressing her lips against the underside of the tip in a gentle kiss and looking up at him. 'Would you like me to suck it?'

'Oh yes' he said, 'Yes, please.'

'Ask me.' Her hand stroked the thick cock, teasing, drawing out the experience so she could savour it and the feeling of control she so obviously had.

'Please Miss, suck my cock!'

The combination of politeness and crudeness was exciting. 'Of course,' thought Jean, 'I never told him my name.'

'Jean', she said, as she moved her head forward, allowing his cockhead, swollen and lubricated with precum to force open her lips, letting them slide over the hot flesh as the round full head filled her mouth like a ripe plum.

She tasted him, his skin flavoured with his precum and a faint trace of chlorine from the water in the pool. Continuing to use her right hand on the base of his cock, she cupped his balls in her left while her lips, tongue and teeth worked on the sensitive head.

'Jean' he said, with difficulty, repeating her name. His hand moved down to her breast, sliding beneath the bikini top to caress the skin, his fingers just brushing her nipple.

The warmth and sensations of Joan's mouth around Mark's cock were more than he could handle and he started to cum … a small creamy load first … she felt it enter her mouth, hot and salty … and then a sudden spurting … she swallowed what she could and then pulled away, still jerking his pumping prick, watching his semen continue to splurt out in a white arc, some hitting the side of her face while the rest passed over her shoulder.

Then the flood subsided. She moved her mouth back to his cock, licking up the remaining juice and sucking him clean.

She stood up in front of him, her hand still on his dick, some of his cum on the side of her face. She smiled. She guided his hand between her legs, pulling the bikini to one side so he could feel how hot and wet she was. She felt him run his finger along her pussyslit, slipping it up inside her. She moaned, cumming a little as his fingertip touched and then moved around her clitty, so sensitive, so swollen and oh so ready. But she wanted to keep control too … just for a little longer. If she gave in now, it would be too quick … hurried in the corner of this little shed. She wanted more than that – deserved more than that. With a little regret, she moved his hand away.

'I think you owe me a favour and I know just what I need, but this is not the place and I need your cock good and hard again. Room 36, 9 o'clock tonight. Will you be there?'

'Yes, Jean', he smiled, 'It will be my pleasure'.



By the Pool



It was a hot summer day in September. Earlier in August, we had advertised for a female to come play with us by the pool. She was the only one who seemed real to us, who responded to our e-mails. So. . . we invited her up to spend the day with us.

We sat by the pool nervously awaiting her arrival. She was timely. We could hear her car approaching. As the car rolled to a stop, door opened and we both stood up and looked down to where her car was. She stepped out and looked around. My lover called to her, she turned her head, a radiant smile on her face, she shut her car door and walked towards us. 

We each greeted her with a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. She smelled freshly showered. My lover handed her a glass of lemonade as I made small talk about her drive up. We would all giggle at the awkward moments of silence. I decided it was time to get in the pool.

I took off my clothes and as gracefully as possible jumped into the pool. As I came up she and my lover looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and undressed as well. 

My lover wore a huge grin on his face. 

I knew that he was pleased with her. Her breasts round, soft and perky. Her nipples jutted out as if it was a cold day. Her skin tanned with a slight shimmer of sweat from the drive. As she had promised, she was waxed bare. 

She smiled at him as well. His slightly tanned skinned shone through downy hair on his chest. As I looked up at him, he was just as attractive to me as he was the first time I laid eyes on him, maybe even more so now that I could see her attraction to him. 

I called out to them, "Come swim." 

They jumped in. 

I could see her crossing the pool towards me. Her body moved swiftly through the water. As she came up, she faced me, wrapping her arms around me; her wet lips softly touched mine. My lips parted as my tongue reached for hers. Her warm breath on my lips, I could taste the pool water and the salt from her skin. I pulled her closer, feeling her breasts against mine. My tongue wanted more of her.

He came up behind her and reached around to hold her breasts with his masculine hands. As I watched him touch her breast and pinch her nipples, I grew warm between my legs. She leaned back against his chest as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. I could see her nipples above the surface of the water. I began to suck on one and then the other. He squeezed her breasts and guided her breasts into my mouth. 

She whispered, "Bite them, please, bite them." 

I nibbled on them, the harder I squeezed her nipples between my lips and teeth, she groaned louder.

Still leaning against my lover's chest, he guided her to the side of the pool. Grabbing her waist her turned her around and placed her on the edge of the pool. Drawing her legs in, knees bent, she laid on her back

He moaned with pleasure at the sight of her beautiful pussy. Her smooth, pink, and wet labia shone in the sun. 

I wanted to watch him pleasure a woman. 

I felt a tinge of jealousy run through me

Was it because she was about to indulge in the pleasure that his hands are so talented at giving or was it that he was to touch the pussy that I had fantasized about?

He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs. Each time he'd brush his fingertips along the outer layers of her pussy. Teasing her until she opened herself more to him. He could see she wanted more. He looked at me and smiled as I silently watched and gave him a wink of approval.

He began to peel her open, layer by layer; I could see the warm wetness of her excitement. As he slid his finger into her, she gasped as she pushed her hips up to take more of him in. He pulled his finger out and began to circle her clit. Pulling back the hood, the pink jewel shone in the sun. 

I couldn't wait any longer, my tongue slid across the swollen tip of her clit-back and forth, back and forth. She moaned louder. My lover slid his two fingers inside of her as my tongue lifted her clit from below and circled over the top of it. I could see him moving his fingers in and out of her curling upward to massage her g-spot. Her dampness sliding down his hand.

She pulled her pussy open for us as she began to move her hips in a circular motion. 

Suddenly, she stopped, "I need you both." 

We hopped out of the pool. She positioned herself on her hands and knees. I slid under her so that I could lick her beautiful wet pussy. She moved my knees apart with her head and began to touch me. 

As she slid her fingers through the folds of my wet pussy, she groaned, "Oh god, you are so wet."

She began to bury her face into my wetness. I could feel her face sliding across my throbbing pussy. I wanted to feel her tongue, her fingers. I could feel her soft breast on my belly as I spread her pussy open and began to taste her sweetness.

My lover kneeled behind her. I could see his hard cock. I took it in my hand and rubbed it through the folds of her wet lips as I sucked her large clit into my mouth. 

As I sucked her clit harder, she pushed her fingers deep inside of me. 

I could see his cock slowly spreading her pussy open. 

I wanted to see him fuck her. I wanted to see his cock in her pussy.

"Oh, baby, give her your cock."

"Oh yes, give it to me," she moaned.

His hard cock entered her as I my tongue slid over her clit-over and over again. I could feel his cock, with my tongue sliding in and out of her. I licked his balls as I watched his hardness make her wet. 

I began sucking on his balls; I circled her clit with my finger. 

She pushed harder against him. 

As he pushed deeper, she slid two fingers inside of me while her thumb and tongue rolled over my clit. 

With a loud voice she began saying, "oh yes, give me your cock, oh god, suck on my clit." 

The deeper he plunged his cock into her, the faster I moved my fingers and tongue. She grew louder. "Oh god, it feels so good. Don't stop!"

She began to rub my clit as if it were her own, knowing just what I wanted. 

In one last moment, she pushed her hips into his, I could feel them both coming. I could see and smell their cum running down his cock and her pussy. I began to shutter, I pushed her fingers harder against my clit. I could feel the heat race through my body down to my toes. 

We were all suspended in that moment.

I don't quite remember what broke the silence but soon we all let a sigh and began to laugh. We lay side by side, closing our eyes, feeling the warm sun upon our skin. 

That was our day by the pool. 



By The Pool



Marie was very nervous that first Saturday in May. She had a good reason to be nervous: it was her first speech and debate tournament, and she was representing her school alone. So at 7 a.m., Marie had arrived at her school to head down to New Jersey with her debate coach for her first tournament. She dressed herself in black, a theatrical sort of choice, for the pieces she was performing were "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe in Poetry and a section of "The Silver Kiss" for Prose. She would also be taking part in a category called Impromptu, a category she was very nervous about. 

But the black went well with her long, breathtaking jet hair and her bright green eyes that had a sort of feline sense to them, alluring underneath her long lashes that any model would have killed for. Her 18-year-old body was slender, like a dancer combined with a runner. She had a dazzling smile and pouty, gentle pink lips like the color of a rose in full bloom. 

Marie gazed at her reflection on the car's window as the sun rose over the school where the tournament was taking place, prepping herself in her mind for what would happen. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out as she got out of the car. 

Oliver was stunned the moment he saw the girl dressed in black walk up the steps to the New Jersey school doors. He had heard this girl was representing her school by herself. She may take us all by surprise. She's certainly dressed to kill. Her black velvet skirt clung to her curvy figure, and her medieval square

Oliver was there with his school from New Jersey, doing Prose and Improv Pairs. He was aspiring to be an actor. With brown-blonde hair and a fun smile, he had a way to make people laugh and smile, being generally good-natured and comical. Oliver, who had just turned 18, was about average height, not muscled or athletic, but he wasn't fat or anything of the sort.

Marie saw the boy eyeing her from the door. He's puppy dog cute. He was wearing a blue shirt and shorts, very laid back for a tournament. She began to wonder what he was doing there. Perhaps he came here to support friends. At any rate, she had to get herself to her room where her first category, Prose, was taking place. 

Oliver watched the dark girl enter the classroom, a nervous look on her face. We are both doing prose. He decided to finally say something. "Hey, you look a bit nervous," he whispered, leaning over towards her. She had taken the seat next to him.

"First time doing any of this," she replied a bit shakily.

"Just try not to get first, and take notes on what other people do to mark time and such."

"Thanks."

"I'm Oliver."

"Marie."

"What else are you doing?"

"Poetry and Impromptu." Marie was a bit perplexed and annoyed. Who was this guy, and why was he interrogating her?

"Quite a bit for someone so new."

"Coach thought I would have a shot at all of them." Marie raised her chin a little angrily. And how did he know I'm new? Oh, why didn't I sit somewhere else?

"What about the rest of your team?"

"I am the team, today."

"Really?"

Someone who looked like a teacher came in. The judge for this round. "Quiet everyone! We are about to get started. Now, everyone please write your number, name, and piece for this round on the board." The tournament had begun.

As the day wore on, and the two moved on to their separate events, Marie noticed that Oliver arranged to see her between his event rounds for the tournament. After the first round, they never had an event in the same room again. It appeared that she was partaking in more events than he was, and he could afford the time to come find her after their first round together. At first, she was a bit suspicious of this behavior, but she had come to enjoy the attention during the last few rounds. He likes me, she thought, and she smiled slyly to him as he slipped into a chair to watch her perform in her final round of Impromptu. 

*********************

Oliver ran up to Marie after the award ceremony. "I can't believe you placed for both Poetry and Impromptu and even scored your school sixth place all on your own! I'm very impressed!" And he threw his arms around Marie in a warm hug. 

"Thanks," was all Marie could muster from the shock and surprise of the hug. I barely know him, but I hope this hug can last. To her disappointment, he let got of her, pulling back a bit to look her full in the face. She saw something that looked like a sort of longing in Oliver's eyes. 

"Marie! Time to get going!" her coach called from the stairs.

"Listen, I need to get going, but I hope I get to talk to you sometime. Here is my screen name and my number." Marie handed him a piece of paper, her hand brushing against his has he closed his fingers around the paper. "Call me tonight, ok?" Marie asked as she walked away slowly.

"I will," Oliver promised. 

**********************

Several years had passed since Oliver had smelled the vanilla perfume coming off of Marie's hair, her body pressed against his. Marie was a recent college graduate at 23, living at home, when she got a message from Oliver, whom she didn't recognize at first. Perhaps it was the fake afro he had been sporting in the picture she saw that had thrown her off.

"It's been how many years since that day?" Marie typed onto her AIM window.

"At least five, if not more," came the reply from Oliver. 

"I want to see you, hang out, have lunch or something. It has been so long! We have so much to catch up on. When can I see you?" 

"Well, it may not be for some time, but we will think of something. I have been taking up any jobs that come my way, but I am sure we will figure out something."

The opportunity came several days later. Marie needed to get out of her house, or else she would scream. "I'm going into the city to see a movie. You want to join me?" she texted to Oliver early one Monday morning. 

Try The reply took some time, and after Marie anxiously waited for ten minutes, a "Sure!" came back. Before grabbing her backpack to catch the next train, Marie texted back that she would be in Times Square and would meet Oliver there. 

When he saw Marie climbing up the stairs from the subway, Oliver took a second before he fully recognized her. She looked a bit different after more than five years. Her hair was shorter, and she wasn't slender but had grown into her curves beautifully. Her eyes were still a brilliant green, and she still had those beautiful, soft lips. 

He gently bit his lower lip with an urge to pull her close and kiss her passionately right there in front of everyone. He wondered how smooth those luscious, pink lips would be against his own. 

Oliver hadn't changed too much, Marie considered as she spied him coming towards her. She remembered that smile--even at 22 it was the same. Already she began to remember the crush she had on him way back then, and, gently licked her lips as she walked towards him.

Oliver suggested that they change their plans from lunch and a movie to something else. "Let's go back to my place. Everyone is gone, and it's sweltering hot out here. We can go use the pool to cool off." 

"That sounds fun, but I have no suit," Marie commented.

I don't think that will be necessary, he thought but said, "You can swim in your underwear, it's not a huge deal. We can dry it off before you leave."

"Cool! That sounds like fun!"

"Then let's go," Oliver said, grabbing Marie's hand to take her to the bus station. 

In New Jersey, he led Marie around to the pool in the back yard. Marie wanted to cool off, so she began to strip down. 

Oliver stared at Marie as she shed her Capri pants and tank-top to reveal her baby blue bra and thong and her beautiful body. Instinctively, Oliver came up behind her and ran his fingers down her spine, which gave her chills. He decided to kiss the back of her neck gently, moving slowly over to her shoulders. His hands began to roam around her body, moving along her waist and up to her chest, where he gently grabbed one of those big, beautiful tits in his hand.

Marie closed her eyes as she felt Oliver's lips, making her gently moan. Her hands moved behind her to find Oliver, and she could feel him pressing himself against her through his clothes.

Well, those clothes will have to go, Marie thought lustfully as she reached back to feel her way towards his shorts, found the button and zipper and undid them while Oliver kissed and bit her neck. She turned and faced him, kissing him hard the lips.

Oh, her lips feel so good. Oliver got weak in the knees from the soft touch of Marie's lips against his, kissing him deeply. He had often imagined what her lips would feel like, but he never imagined it would feel so good. His cock grew more as the kiss continued.

He wanted to have some fun. Oliver reached around behind Marie to unclasp her bra and pushed her thong down off her hips, letting it slide down her legs the rest of the way, leaving her stark naked. Then as he knelt in front of her, he grabbed her hips and began to kiss her stomach, running his tongue down towards her pussy. 

She was shaven bare; her skin was smooth, very smooth, the pink lips of her pussy already glistening a bit with the first of her juices. He could smell her sex, and he wanted a taste.

Oliver certainly knew how to use his tongue, and Marie loved it. She shuddered as his tongue ran along her slit and flicked at her clit. Then he latched his lips to her pussy and began to suck, softly at first, but then harder, gently biting her clit from time to time. Marie dripped a bit with the first wave of juices flowing from her cunt, and it ran down onto Oliver's lips. 

He sucked on her like he was trying to make her cum. But Marie wouldn't have that, not yet. No, she was first going to get him off so he would last longer. Marie grabbed Oliver and pulled him up, kissing him on the lips and tasting herself while she took off his shorts and pulled his shirt over his head, breaking the kiss briefly. She pulled back a bit and licked Oliver on the lips. Then she began kissing her way down towards his waist, pulling down his boxers as she did.

Oh man! She's getting me so turned on! Don't think—I'll last! Oliver thought and gasped as Marie's tongue licked the rock hard shaft. He ran his fingers through her hair as Marie's tongue licked at his cock like he was a sweet lollipop. He moaned when her tongue flicked the tip of his cock, licking off the precum.

And now, to get him off, Marie thought as she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking all of him into her mouth, deep-throating him, her jaws and throat getting used to his length and girth. She held him in her mouth for a few minutes, just letting her tongue swirl around Oliver's cock. Then she slowly moved her head up and down his length, licking him. She could feel his cock pulse, and Oliver moaned and gasped. 

"A talented tongue!" he moaned, running his hands through her hair. "Marie, you are gonna make me cum."

Marie took her lips off his cock long enough to say, "Then cum for me, Oliver. Cum in my mouth and cum on my tits. Cum for me." 

That did it for Oliver. His cock pulsed as he began to cum in Marie's mouth, then he took his cock out and let himself cum all over her beautiful breasts. He came quite a bit, but she enjoyed it, licking up cum from time to time. Watching her tongue flick out and lick her lips or his cock was just so enticing, he felt himself getting turned on again; it was time for a little foreplay. 

Oliver pulled Marie up off the ground and grabbed at her right tit, bending down to take the left one in his mouth. His lips wrapped around her nipple, licking it with his tongue. Marie moaned as she reached down to gently grab at his cock, slowly stroking it as he played with her nipple. Oliver moved his mouth over to her right nipple and began to suck hard, his hand grabbing her left tit. Marie had begun to stroke him faster, his cock getting harder. He knew he wanted more and he wanted to please her. 

Oliver got an idea. He gently grabbed Marie's hand, leading her over to the ladder, and bringing her into the water up to their stomachs. There he ducked under the water and gently licked at Marie's pussy. He felt her shudder, and he came back up to kiss her. 

Marie grabbed Oliver's rock hard cock while she kissed his wet lips deeply. She gasped as Oliver's fingers probed her pussy, pushing two fingers into her tight cunt.

"You are so tight," Oliver whispered.

"Yes, I am. I bet you want to feel more, don't you?"

"Oh, god, yes, I do!" With his two fingers lunging in and out, Oliver wrapped the other arm around her waist and pulled her close, nibbling at her ear. "Inside you! I want to get inside you!"

Breathing hard, Marie gasped, "So do it! Do it now! Fuck me! Now! Hurry!"

Oliver didn't need any more encouragement. He picked Marie up off her feet, floating in the water in his arms, and he moved her closer to the wall for a bit more support. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and grabbed his cock to position it at the entrance to her pussy. He teased the opening of her pussy with the tip of his cock gently, pressing the head of his cock against her opening. Then he lost all control and thrust up into her hard. Marie moaned loudly. She was so wet, both from her own juices and the water, and she was tight as a vise. He couldn't help himself, he just started fucking her hard and fast. Marie felt so good, such smooth skin, the water making him slip in and out of her so easily.

"Oooooh, Oliver," Marie moaned, pulling herself as close as she could, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her pussy tightening around his cock.

"Marie, goddamn, you feel so good!" He kept thrusting hard into her.

"Aaaaaah! You're making me cuuuuum!" Marie cried out.

"Cum for me, I want to feel you cum onto my cock," Oliver gasped, moving one hand down to her pussy to start rubbing on her clit. "Cum for me, cum hard for me, and just keep cumming."

The water added a wonderful sensation, one Marie had never felt before -- Oliver's cock was a slick lance thrusting harder and harder into her, but the surrounding water gave his cockshaft an incredible velvety texture, making her shiver with ecstasy as if millions of tiny, velvety fibers passed over her cunt-lips with every stroke. She bit Oliver's shoulder, and dug into his back with her nails as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Her pussy tightened around Oliver's cock, and she lost control, convulsing in climax. She was on fire as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body, her back arching slightly, and her cunt tightened automatically in pleasure-spasms around Oliver's cock. Marie lost control of her body, writhing in pleasure, her eyes closed, her voice lifting in a loud, long moan. 

Oliver felt Marie's pussy become slick, but he was just kept thrusting up into her. His hands grasped at her hips, and pulled her hard against him, trying to get as deep into her as possible. He pushed Marie up against the wall to give himself more support, as he kept pounding into her tight cunt. As her juices flowed, his cock pulsed as he began to cum again, his cum spilling out of her pussy. 

The two of them came together, moaning loudly, almost loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. As they both came down from their orgasms, the two locked eyes and kissed gently, still locked in their sexual embrace. 

"I believe we should get out and dry off," Oliver whispered, gently nipping at Marie's ear, making her giggle and moan at the same time, "and get back to the city so you can head home."

"Will we get to do this again?" Marie breathed, wiggling her hips against him.

Oliver laughed, gently biting Marie's neck. "You think I am going to let you off that easily? Just wait 'til you feel what I have planned for the bus ride back to the city."



By The Pool



All events are purely fictional... Enjoy.

*

My father died a few years back when I was 17 leaving my mother and myself to fend for ourselves. Mom changed over the past few years since his death losing what can only be described as her spark for life. The only good thing that came from my father's death was he left my mom well enough off that she no longer needed to work any longer. 

My summer days at age 18 with the guys usually included a dip in our pool on hot days. The pool in our backyard wasn't Olympic sized, but it certainly did the trick. 

My mom had taken to joining us for a few laps in the pool on a regular basis which always made me kind of mad. The guys spent at least 20 minutes after she would go back inside ragging on me about my mom and how good she looked in a swimsuit. Talking about her tits and asking me if she still let me suck them like when I was a baby. So as a result of my mother's activities I would spend some of my time telling my friends to "shut the fuck up!" on a daily basis. 

The group of young studs I hung out with really didn't know what the hell we were talking about when it came to sex. Only one of them wasn't a virgin and he had only done the deed once. The rest of us really hadn't even gotten to third base. We all talked tough, but if a real woman would have stripped down and told us to fuck her we were more likely to have run away then to have managed an erection and screwed her. 

One day I was at home for lunch and I walked up behind my mother in the kitchen while she was standing at the sink. I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek and ask what was for lunch and something struck me. Wow the guys were right my mom is stunning. She was standing there in the sunshine coming through the window and she just had an aura around her. Short shorts and a bikini top is all she had on and for the first time in my life I took note of the features of her body in a sexual way. Her legs were toned and trim and as tanned as the rest of her. Her waist was so slim and her skin seemed to glow. Her blonde hair came half way down her back right to the tie on her bikini top. Moving in for the kiss I made an effort to really look at her breast and they were as good as any of the girls at school. She was only wearing a bikini top, but there wasn't a sag in her tits at all. She wasn't as big as some of the pictures of models I jerked off to, but she what I considered to be perfect breasts. 

My mom told me she was making BLT's for lunch, but to give her ten minutes as she was still getting things made. 

I turned around and left the kitchen heading toward my room. I had an odd feeling in my stomach and I only just noticed that I had a pretty good erection in my swim trunks. I moved into my room amazed that I had gotten an erection looking at my mom. I also knew to get my erection down I needed to jerk off quickly before my mom called me for lunch. So I pulled my shorts down just a bit and rolled onto my back on my bed and with precision I started jerking off. Stroking my cock all I could fantasize about was what my mom tits looked like. I thought about kissing them and touching them and... and then the worst thing a teenage boy could have happen to him happened. My mom was standing in my doorway looking at my hand rubbing up and down my cock. I was surprised to say the least and my mom didn't say anything for a few seconds (felt like 20 minutes) as she seemed to be trying to take in the sight of me sitting on my bed with my cock in my hand. Mercifully she turned towards the door.

She turned a little and said "When you are finished lunch is ready."

When I finished? 

Yeah I was finished my embarrassment finished me off and I thought at that time that I may never feel like jerking off again. I sat there on my bed with my limp cock still in hand in shock trying to figure out how exactly do I go out and face my mother. 

It was probably 10 minutes before my mom called down the hall for me to get my lunch adding that it was getting cold. I mustered the courage to get up and face her. The worst thing would have been for me to think I was having a grand old time stroking my cock so I wouldn't come out and eat lunch. 

I sat sheepishly across the table from her looking only at my food. I looked at her only when she walked away bringing the dishes to the kitchen. Seeing her slim figure and her bare back made me horny again. I thought to myself I need to really get laid if my mom was now turning me on like this. 

Usually I bring my dishes to the kitchen, but due to my erection my mother came out and had to fetch them. Leaning over the side of my chair to retrieve them her breast rubbed against my arm. I think my dick which was already at full mast grew another 1/2 inch. I actually felt her nipple slide back across my arm when she was pulling my dishes away. I ached I was so hard and as soon as she turned to enjoyed the view of her walking away. 

I pressed my penis up against the edge of the table in an effort for relief. I heard my mom putting the dishes in the dishwasher so I decided to stop humping the table and make a break for my bedroom while I could. 

About halfway down the hall my mom said something behind me. I knew she spoke, but I was in a bit of a haze so I didn't hear what she said. I stopped, but didn't turn around as my dick was pressing up so hard on my shorts I think I was actually enjoying it. My mom moved down toward me and said "You don't have to be embarrassed about earlier."

With my back still facing her I felt like telling her that is easy for you to say! Instead I stood there dumb founded hoping she would release me from her conversation so I could go to my room. I gather that my silence was not what she wanted so she moved behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. She tugged a bit on my shoulder to turn me so I could give her a hug and like we would forget about the whole thing, but I resisted. My dick was hard as granite and my mom wants me to run around and give her a hug... Cruel world kill me now! 

My mother moved to my side coming around me since I would turn to her and as she moved in front she saw my little problem. Her eyes looked hard at my penis lifting the front of my thin swimwear. I looked down at her and she seemed to almost be holding back a grin. Moving forward she actually undid the tie at the top of my trunks. She brought her fingers up and made contact with the top of my penis over my shorts. In a fairly quick move her other hand pulled the front of my shorts down. Shocked, embarrassed, and horny I just stood there. She again looked down at my penis almost to study it. Her boy had become a man and she was basking in the glory of it. 

Slowly her hand moved over my penis and finally grasped it. Her hand was so petite compared to mine it actually made my dick look a lot bigger. Mom's face changed and she stroked my cock up and down focusing only on my dick. She didn't say a word she just kept pumping me up and down. At first I was still in shock, but after a few seconds I felt like grabbing her and fucking her tits it felt so dam good. 

30 seconds - maybe 40 and she reached with her other hand turning me with my dick like a dog on a leash and she grabbed tissue from the box in the hall. The grip and the look of her hand on my penis made me explode. She almost had the tissue into position, but some of the squirting went down my legs off the tissue and onto her bare feet. I was dizzy from the event and my mother went to working with some more tissues cleaning up my dick. I was sensitive as she cleaned up and a couple more cleaning strokes and I would have had another full erection. 

She lifted her foot and cleaned my sperm off her foot. Leaning over she was giving me a great view of her cleavage. I would have liked to have moved my dick to her face and touched it, but of course that was a crazy thought. She wiped the cum off my cock and then turned going back down the hall. The only thing she said was.

"I think you should have your shower now." With that mom turned and went back into the kitchen. 



By The Pool



It was a beautiful day in spring and I was home alone. It was probably the best weather we'd had for months and I decided to take advantage of it. With summer coming up I'd be spending a reasonable bit of time at the beach and I wanted to get a start on my tan. And I didn't want any tan lines. They tend to spoil things. So I was going to spend this nice hot afternoon sunbaking by our pool - naked.

It had a lovely naughty sound to it, that word - naked. However, there wouldn't be anything really naughty in what I'd be doing. Mind you, I'm eighteen, so if I wanted to do a few naughty things I could, but I hadn't really reached that point in my life. Soon, possibly. Probably, I guess. I'm just as interested in various unknown aspects of life as anyone else and would eventually be exploring those aspects. Just not today.

I grabbed a beach towel, spread it out on the grass next to our pool, stripped off and laid back to enjoy the sun. I'd hear the car when my parents returned, so I'd have plenty of warning to get dressed again. Our fences were high enough to ensure that our yard wasn't overlooked, so I was quite safe.

I relaxed, lying back, eyes closed, soaking in the sun. I had the radio playing and a bottle of cold water. Tie a string and a cork to the bottle and drop it in the pool and the water stays cold. When you want a drink you just grab the cork and pull up the bottle. Good as having a fridge.

It was a pleasant way to spend a lazy Saturday. I turned over a couple of times, getting a light even tan, remembering to use a bit of sunscreen so that I only tanned, not burned. A little sunburn can ruin your whole day. And the ensuing week. I'd found that out the hard way.

Lying back, eyes closed, I could tell when a small cloud passed over the sun. I could literally feel the shadow on my face, so when a shadow fell on my face I just waited for the cloud to pass. It didn't. It just seemed to settle in front of the sun, shading me. The forecast was for a clear sunny day, and it irked me to have this cloud shadowing me. I opened my eyes to look at it and try to estimate its size.

Oh, my, fucking, god. The 'cloud' was about size foot tall and standing next to me, blocking the sun. I suddenly really understood what naked meant. I made some sort of squeaking sound and my hands darted very quickly to cover my breasts and pussy.

"Now don't do that," the intruder said, speaking in a nice, warm, friendly voice. "I was enjoying the view."

(By this time I'd recognised the man. It was Mike, one of my father's assistants.)

With that comment, Mike reached down, took my wrists, not seeming to notice that his hands also brushed against my breasts and loins while doing so, and just casually moved my hands back to my sides. 

"Ah, my father's not home," I said, hoping he'd take the hint and go away.

"I sort of guessed that when I saw you out here, dressed so becomingly," he told me, smiling, and it seemed to me that what I had always thought was a very nice smile was really a fiendish smirk.

I suddenly felt like a total idiot. Not only was I naked but I'd just informed Mike that I was all alone. All I need was a little sign saying 'Rape Me', because I was quite sure that that was about to happen.

Mike must have seen my sudden trepidation, because that nasty smile of his seemed to get even nastier.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding suavely polite. "Afraid I might take advantage? Don't worry about it. I'm not going to rape you."

Damn it all, I have to learn to keep my big mouth shut. I had felt most peculiar when he said he wasn't going to rape me. Relief that he wasn't going to and insulted that he wasn't. I as near as damnit blurted out, "Why not?" Wouldn't that have gone down a treat?

"Yes, well, um, I'd like you to leave, please, so that I can get dressed," I told him, speaking firmly but politely. "If you care to wait up at the house I'll be along shortly."

"Now, Maria, just because I'm not going to ravish you doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy looking at you for a while. Maybe even tasting you a little."

With that comment he sank down onto the grass next to me and I could practically feel his eyes running over me. He ran his thumb lightly over my lips, pulling my lower lip down slightly. Then he kissed me. It was just a light kiss, his lips just lightly brushing against mine, but I felt his tongue moving against the inside of my lips, doing his tasting.

After that he sat up again and his thumb traced back over my lips. Difference was, this time, after he dragged my lower lip down a little, he released it and his hand kept on moving down until his palm glided softly across my breasts. 

Just as gently as you like his hand soothed its way across my breasts, and I could feel my nipple tugging against his rough hand. His hand trailed from one breast to the other, just a light touch, but boy, I knew it was there. Then his thumb rolled each of my nipples around, teasing them erect.

He shouldn't be doing that and he knew it. I knew it, too, and told him so. 

"Stop it," I said, trying to speak firmly but barely whispering the words. "You know you shouldn't be doing that."

I can't help feeling that my protests would have been a bit more forceful if he'd been rougher, greedier, but I found I quite enjoyed the soft brush of his hands on my breasts. At least, he listened to me and shifted his hand.

That's a plus, right? Wrong. He also shifted his head, lowering it to capture one nipple with his teeth. He gently bit down, holding it, while his tongue washed over it. After a moment, a very long moment, his mouth slid across my breasts, seeking and finding my other nipple, which promptly got the same service.

I pushed at him, moving his head away from my breasts.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded. "I said stop it."

"Tasting you, the way I said I would," he came back swiftly. "And I don't want to stop. Not yet. You taste like honey and cream." 

He started kissing me again, effectively silencing any protest, while his hand closed over my breast again. He kept on doing that. I'd push his hands away and his mouth wreaked havoc on my breasts. I pushed his head away and his hands were back again, teasing and tantalising. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to protest, my breasts seeming to be highly pleased with the attention.

I made one last determined effort. I pushed his hands away, saying, "Leave my breasts alone."

I don't make small mistakes, and saying that was a mistake, for two reasons. One, he left my breasts alone and I found myself missing the attention. Two, his hand settled upon my mound and I suddenly had a lot more unwanted attention.

I'd have protested, loud and long, but Mike was ahead of me. Even as his hand settled on my mons and started massaging, his mouth settled on mine and shut me up while he kissed me. My hips did sort of bounce up off the ground in shock, but even that he use to his advantage, letting my upwards bounce help guide his hand between my legs until his hand neatly cupped my entire mound.

From that point on things went rapidly downhill. When Mike finally freed my lips it was only so he could start nibbling on my breasts again, but by that time I was so aware of what his delicate touch was doing to my pussy and internal flesh that I was struggling to form a coherent thought, let alone form any sentences.

"You can't keep touching me like this," I finally managed to wail. "It's just not fair."

With that he reared up slightly, looking at me with a serious expression.

"You're right," he said. "Let me make it up to you."

With that he took my hand and placed it on his groin. Oh, hell, why beat about the bush. He slapped my hand smack down onto his cock, which was both erect and free of his trousers. He closed my hand over it and then returned to bedevilling me. Now what was I supposed to do? 

I'd never really paid much attention to a man's privates before. I knew all about them, in theory. I knew I'd get closer acquainted with one sometime soon, but that was also only in theory and supposedly in some hazy future date. This was the here and now. Theory said nothing about finding myself starkers in the middle of my yard, while a man chewed on my breasts and probed my pussy, clearly expecting me to attend to his cock. Attend to it how, pray tell?

It seemed to me that as Mike seemed to feel he had the right to thoroughly explore my body, I might as well do a little exploration of my own. I moved my hand up and down his cock, getting a feel for it. It was big and hot and it felt awfully hard. He made a funny noise when I rubbed the end of it, just rolling it around in my hand as though polishing a doorknob. I did that a second time and he muttered something rude, with a sort of gasp in his voice. I giggled and explored further, tracing it all the way down to his testicles. I wonder what would happen if I squeezed them? Unfortunately I was a little too nervous (and a little too distracted) to find out.

The only thought that really registered with me was thanks that he was only going to feel me, not rape me. I had a feeling that his cock would split me in half if he stuck it in me. I decided that I'd find a smaller one for my first time.

While I had been tentatively familiarising myself with Mike's cock there had been nothing tentative about his assault on my private parts. His exploration had been so thorough he probably knew them better than I did. Every little touch (and there were a lot of them and not so little either) was stirring me up and arousing me. When he finally drew back I was a mess, just lying there, quivering, one hand clutching his cock.

I blush to admit that when Mike pulled back he practically had to pry my hand off his cock. I just didn't notice I was still clutching it. I just lay there looking at him, feeling stunned, not even noticing that he was moving my legs a lot further apart.

I damn well noticed when he moved between them and started brushing his cock back and forth along my slit, rubbing it against my swollen lips.

"You said you weren't going to rape me," I protested, trying to squirm away from that monster.

"And I won't," Mike calmly replied. "Do you want me to stop?"

And with that the son-of-a-bitch just smiled at me, still brushing his cock back and forth against my lips. Lips which I could tell were pursed and wet and reaching for him. How dare he put it on me? A gentleman would have just ravished me on the spot, ignoring my protests.

On second thoughts, a gentleman would never put me in this sort of position, but that didn't help me now. What the hell did I say? If I said stop he just might, and then where would I be - extremely frustrated. But I couldn't say yes, not really. I was reduced to spluttering and glaring at him. 

"Seeing you're not saying no, I think I'll just push in a little," said Mike softly. "You can just say stop when enough is enough."

With that Mike seemed to flex his fingers and pull my lips further apart and the head of his cock slipped between them. He took his hand away and my lips just closed around him, holding him. 

I was looking down at where his cock was entering with a certain degree of consternation. I hadn't said he could, but neither had I said he couldn't, and he'd given me the chance. Was I agreeing or not? I decided I could afford to let him go in just a little more before I had to decide. 

Boy, can I call them wrong. I thought I'd just wait a moment and feel his cock press against my hymen. My assessment of Mike made me think he wouldn't just force his way though, he'd give me one last chance to back out, and I was going to take it. I really was. Unfortunately, that whole plan was based on the assumption that my hymen was some sort of barrier that had to be broken through. It turned out to be a bubble that faded and was gone as soon as Mike's cock touched it, and I suddenly had this whacking great cock advancing majestically down my passage.

It was far too late to call a halt now. I just lay there, eyes glued to where Mike was slowly pushing into me. That damn cock looked every bit as huge as it had felt, and I could already feel it deep inside me and going even deeper. I could feel my passage wrapped around him, softly clinging and also softly yielding to his hardness and more of him surged forward. 

I was fortunate, in that Mike was taking his time, letting me adjust, giving me time and room to stretch and accommodate him. Once again, it was theory that said that a woman would stretch to take the man, but not something that I'd practised. Now I was finding out the truth behind the theory, and my poor passage was being stretched in all direction trying to take Mike. 

There came one last push and Mike's groin was flat against mine, the big difference between us hidden inside me. I transferred my eyes to his face, not sure how I felt about this. Appalled that I'd yielded so easily, eager to see what was next, pleased that it felt so good, indignant that Mike could actually do this to me. 

He smiled at me, and if he'd been smug I'd have slapped him, but he just looked content and happy for me. 

"Keep watching," he said softly.

With that I felt him moving inside me. I looked down and I could see him slowly pulling out of me, his cock dragging against my passage. Its hot hardness was scraping along, passing gentle vibrations deeper into me. I watched and it came out until Mike was rearing above me, his cock just barely inside me. Then he drove back down, sliding rapidly back into its hot wet burrow, driving home rapidly.

Looking back, I guess I was making funny noises when Mike first drove into me, but I don't really remember them. This time, feeling that monster lancing back at full speed, that basketball sized head rubbing against me as he drove in, I squealed loudly. (OK. I know it wasn't really the size of a basketball, but might I point out that it was inside me, not you. I'm just telling you my impression of what was happening.)

This time I knew that Mike was laughing at me. I could see it in his eyes when I looked at him. Then he was pulling out and I tensed and looked down, waiting for that next fierce drive. And waited. And waited some more. Then I looked back at Mike, wondering what was going on. He had the gall to wink at me and I was shrieking again as he drove down.

For the next few minutes Mike teased me, driving me around the bend. He'd pull out and then push back in hard. Or maybe not. He'd make me wait a moment. I didn't know what was going to happen. 

He finally settled in to a slow rhythm, encouraging me to move with him. After a few false starts I got the hang of it and we started moving very nicely together. Mike didn't seem to be in any hurry and, while I was quite prepared to hurry things along, I didn't really know how or what I wanted. I had to let Mike do all the running.

The whole thing felt fantastic, and it kept on getting better. I'd stopped squealing when he thrust into me at about the same time as he started the gentler rhythm. This doesn't mean I was silent. I was giving soft little cries of pleasure as he took me, the cries getting slightly louder as the pleasure increased.

I've no idea how long he was ravishing me. Some of my friends have confided it's all over real fast but it sure didn't seem that way to me. Mike just seemed to keep going and going, driving me slowly out of my mind with pleasure. 

After a while I seemed to reach a point where the pleasure couldn't go any higher without something giving, and then Mike seemed to be able to hold me at that point. I thing I was almost gibbering, desperate for relief when Mike gave this groan. Next thing I knew he started in on me, pounding away at me like a mad thing. I tried to keep up with him but the extra exertions were too much and I was just swept away, trying to scream but finding I had no voice or breath. I could feel Mike jerking and bouncing on top of me and I knew he was ejaculating inside me. I could feel his seed splashing into me. (Thank god for the pill. I've been on it for years.)

When I had my wits about me I found Mike lying on the grass next to me. He looked amazing content. Actually, I have to admit he looked the way I felt, sort of smug and glowing. It had been a most interesting experience. He, I noticed, had tidied up his clothing. I, on the other hand, was still lying there, letting it all hang out. Mike's hand was on my breast, gently stroking it.

He must have felt me stir because he sat up and looked at me. All of me, his eyes travelling all the way down my body and back up to my face. 

"I'd better be going," he said. "If your dad gets back and finds us like this he'll go ape-shit all over me and I wouldn't want that to happen. A word of warning. If you're going to sunbathe like that, make sure the side gates are properly closed and locked. You never know what sort of riff-raff may wander in."

I wasn't so sure about that. I'd just found out the sort of riff-raff that might wander in and the things they might do to my poor helpless little body. I kept my mouth shut though. Let him sound all manly and bossy.

Mike gave my breast one last squeeze before rising to his feet. 

"This might have been a first," he said, "but I can guarantee it won't be the last time this happens. I'll be visiting you again. You have my word on that."

"That doesn't mean that I'll agree to anything," I pointed out.

"That's OK. You don't have to make any promises or agree to anything. As long as you don't disagree I'm sure we'll do very well."

I wanted the last word, but damned if I could think of anything to say. I just lay there, watching him go, wondering when he'd be back and what would happen. It could, I decided, be interesting.