Story 7 #3
His voice had dropped and he came in closer to her. He was standing right in front of her and she looked up at him. Her eyes were wide. She felt like prey caught by whatever had been stalking it.
He looked down at her. She could feel her pulse racing. He was going to do something now, she was sure of it.
“I’m glad I knocked on your door,” he said softly.
"So am I," she said, revealing how she felt.
Then he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She froze for just a moment, knowing that this was her last chance to stop this.
Instead, she pushed her lips against his, pushed her tongue into his mouth as his slid along hers, rubbed against it, and jostled with it.
She put one of her hands on the back of his head, stroked it slightly, and then took hold of it, holding him right where she wanted him as though she never wanted this moment to end, never wanted to let him get away from her.
She felt his hands on her waist. Her back was to the wall of the pool anyway but then she felt him push her back further, pushing her into the wall. As he did that he moved in closer to her so that their bodies were touching.
She raised her other hand and put it on his shoulder. Then she slid it down to his bicep and gave that a squeeze, feeling how solid it was beneath her touch.
Her hand slid around to the front of his body, feeling his pecs, the expanse of his muscles.
Her hand on the back of his head slid down to the bottom of his neck and then slid further down. She moved her hand down over his back, moving down till she felt the soaking wet material of his boxer shorts. She wondered how they would cling to the lump he had in front of them now. She wondered if that thing would have been awakened now if it would have started to rise. She had a feeling that it would have.
When he moved in closer she felt it brush against her, felt the hardness of it touch her soft body beneath the surface of the water.
She felt one of his hands slide up the front of her body. She felt the tips of his fingers brush against the underside of one of her breasts for just a couple of moments and then it slid around behind her.
His other hand was now on the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair. He then lowered that hand to the base of her skull.
His other hand slid down her back. She felt him take hold of her ass and then she felt him squeeze it.
His squeeze seemed to change as she felt him lift her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and helped him pull her up. Not that he needed any help, though. He felt so strong. She wrapped her legs around him. His hand slid around from her ass and took hold of one of her thighs. She felt him push his body up against her, pushing up against her crotch. She felt the hardness of his cock now - there was no mistaking it now - as it pushed against her. She kissed his throat, hungry for him. She bit him lightly and then turned her face to his again as he kissed her roughly.
She felt him grinding his cock against her beneath the water. For one wild second, she thought about pushing his underwear down, pushing her bikini bottoms to one side, and letting him get to where she knew he wanted to be. She thought about him fucking her right there in the pool thought about his cock entering her beneath the water, thought about the feel of the tiles on her back as he fucked her hard against the wall of the pool. It was a tempting idea, a dizzying and intoxicating image, but before she could act on her idea he seemed to decide for her.
He pulled his face away from hers and looked into his face.
“What do you say?” he said to her, “shall we get out of the water and see where things take us next?”
She couldn’t find any words at first. All that she could do was nod. Then she found her words.
“Sure,” she said breathlessly.
She unwrapped her legs as h stepped away from her, as his hands left her body.
He climbed out of the water first. She looked at the way that his body glistened. She saw the way that his boxer shorts clung to his ass now and she caught just a quick glimpse of the way that they clung to the bulge at the front. Her eyes widened slightly and her breath caught in her throat. It looked huge. Could it be that big? She had a feeling that she was going to find out soon enough, anyway.
Then she followed him out. The hot air felt good on her body and she followed him as he walked a short way across the lawn.
Then he turned to her and she saw his body, still wet with the water running down over his powerful chest.
Then he was kissing her again, their bodies together. He was kissing her with even greater passion now. She was matching his passion with her hunger and they kissed one another roughly with complete abandon.
Their bodies came together, the hard muscles of his pushing against her soft little body.
She felt his hand slide up beneath her bikini top then as their passion escalated.
Her hands were moving all over his body now, feeling his muscles. He kissed her throat and then his kisses moved down to her shoulder. She felt him bite one of the straps of her bikini and pull it down from her shoulder. Then he was planting kisses all over her bare shoulder.
He raised his face back to hers and kissed her again and then it was her turn to move her attention elsewhere.
She moved her face down to his chest and kissed his pecs. She licked at his body, tasting him.
He was incredible. She was dizzy with desire for him now. Any thoughts of her husband seemed like a distant memory now. If someone had asked her in that moment she probably wouldn't have even been able to describe his face. All that she wanted now was this man. All that she wanted was to know just how big the bulge in his pants was and just what he was going to do to her with it.
One of her hands was on his back, sliding down to his boxer shorts. She pushed the back of them down slightly, her fingers slipping in and taking hold of his ass.
She wanted her hand at the front of his body - pushing down into the front of his boxer shorts to find out just what it was that he was packing but she restrained herself. He had made it clear that he was in control of this situation, he was in charge and she was happy to submit to him and let him set the pace. She would wait for him to move things further forward.
He turned his attention to her other bikini top strap and push that down as well. She felt the bikini come loose and slip down slightly.
Then she felt him pulling it down.
He pulled her body to him and she felt his cock - huge and hard now - pushing against her as his hands moved up to her breasts.
She felt his large hands delicately stroke her breasts, moving all over them, feeling their shape of them, lifting them slightly as though he was testing their weight of them.
He massaged them gently and then his fingers moved to her nipples. She looked him in the eyes and moaned slightly as he began toying with her nipples. He tweaked them with just enough force to drive her wild. She felt him twist them just the tiniest bit and she felt them stiffen under his touch. She felt as though they were throbbing slightly, feeling incredibly sensitive.
Then he bent his head down and began kissing her breasts. He moved his mouth from one side to the other, wanting to kiss both of them. Then he licked at them and she felt his tongue moving in circles around her nipples. She stroked the back of his head. This was incredible, she thought to herself as her hands kept moving over his body while his tongue worked its magic.
One of his hands was on her ass again, pulling her in as close as possible, their bodies pushing at one another, him grinding his cock against her.
He raised his face again and looked into her face. She was nodding slightly, panting.
"Shall we move this inside?" he asked her. Once again she nodded. She would have gone wherever he led her now, do whatever he wanted her to do. She was completely under his spell, completely submissive to him. If he had wanted to throw her down on the ground right there and fuck her on the grass then she would have no complaints. No, she would have loved every moment of it.
He stepped away from her and looked at her body. She reached behind her back and undid her bikini top. It had been pushed down when he had taken the shoulder straps off and it was just holding uselessly to her midriff now anyway. There was no need for it now.
He reached out once more to stroke her breasts.
She put one of her hands on his chest, feeling his muscles and the quick rise and fall of his breathing.
She ran her hand down over the front of his body.
She paused for just a moment and then she went for it - she slid her hand down over the front of his boxer shorts and grabbed hold of the bulge of his cock. Her jaw dropped slightly. It felt as though it was even bigger than it had appeared at first. It felt fat and heavy even when she just squeezed it quickly like that. For the first time, she wondered just how she was going to be able to handle a cock like that. She wondered if her tight little pussy would be able to take it all. Dave seemed like a man who knew what he was doing, though, and so she told herself not to worry about it. She told herself to have faith in him and his abilities.
It was her house but he was the one who led her inside. They were dripping water, leaving a trail behind them as they went.
They walked into the kitchen. Suddenly when they were inside he turned to her. She could see the wild lust in his eyes, she could see the way that his wet underwear clung to that monstrous, wondrous cock of his. She was panting, waiting to see just what he was going to do next.
He pulled her to him, kissing her roughly.
His body pushed against hers, his cock stabbing at her body even though it was still contained in his underwear.
His hands were on her breasts. One of his hands slid down into her bikini bottoms and she felt the magic of his touch right where she wanted it the most.