Story 18 #3
He walked outside and paused for a moment, looking around. His eyes stopped on her, and she thought that she saw a slight change in him, as though some new tension had come into his body, and he seemed to be considering something for a moment.
She did her best to act as though she hadn’t noticed him, but a part of her was silently willing him to come out to her, fearing that he might turn around now and walk back inside.
“Hey,” he said, seeming to make up his mind and raising his hand in greeting, “how are you?”
“Good, thanks,” she said, smiling at him and trying to seem as casual as possible.
He stepped over closer to hr.
“So,” he said, “I guess that it’s just you and me here today, isn’t it?”
“I guess so,” she said. There was something in his tone that excited her, that made her think that there was some other meaning to his words. Was this him flirting with her? Surely it couldn’t be, she thought to herself.
And yet, he had come in even closer. She could smell the rich scent of his cologne. It was intoxicating.
He was so close to her now, she wished that she’d had time to slip her robe off, giving him a view of her hot body in a bikini. If this really was him trying to flirt with her, then she was sure that the sight of her in her bikini would have only served to excite him even more.
“I’m glad that it’s just the two of us,” he said.
She was looking up at him, into his handsome face. He reached out and stroked her chin lightly.
“So am I,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, and she felt as though it was all out there now, the whole truth of how she was feeling, and there was no escaping from it now. It seemed as though it was just what he wanted to hear, though.
He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
She felt her whole body melt, felt as though she might struggle to stay on he feet now.
His kiss was quick, and now he was looking into her eyes again, searching for some response.
“Is this what you want?” he asked her. All that she could do was nod, but that was enough for him.
He bent down to kiss her again, his hand going to the side of her face, pushing back past her ear, his fingers sliding through her hair and then he was kissing her, his lips parted, his tongue reaching for hers and they became as one, both of them giving in to what they had wanted for so long, that forbidden thing that could surely only lead to trouble but which was also going to lead them there via an unimaginable pleasure that they were both desperate for.
His other hand went to her waist, feeling her body through the robe, and she once again found herself wishing that she had taken it off when she had first gotten out there.
One of her hands went to his face, her palm moving over his cheek and feeling a light scratch of stubble on her soft palm.
Her other hand went to one of his upper arms and stroked it, feeling the solid rise of his muscle. She gave it a playful squeeze. Her other hand left his face and moved down to his chest. She slipped a couple of fingers through one of the gaps between his buttons, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing against his skin, and then her hand moved further down, down over his stomach.
His hand that had taken hold of her head began to move down. He shifted it beneath her hair and found the base of her neck, stroking the skin there before moving down over her back, moving down bathrobe and making her want to take it off more than ever, wanting to show him just what it was that she had to offer to him.
He seemed to be quite happy with what he was feeling already, however. His hand moved down to her ass and cupped it through the robe, giving it a squeeze and pulling her in closer at the same time. She let him pull her to him, giving herself to him, offering him all that she was. Both of his hands were on her waist now, holding her firmly as their kiss grew more intense. Her own hands moved over his body. One of them felt his chest again, and the other one was on his back. It moved up to the back of his head and then moved back down, right to the top of his shorts. She pulled the back of his shirt up slightly and pushed her hand in beneath it, feeling more of his body but still wanting even more.
Her other hand went down from his chest and then moved up beneath the front of his shirt. She was so hungry for him now, so eager.
His kisses moved to her throat, and she let out a gasp as she felt his lips there, felt him nibbling at her gently. She wondered if he would leave a mark on her skin, wondered how she would possibly explain this to her friend, to her friend’s mother.
That thought made her open her eyes and look across the pool area, as though she expected to see a horrified-looking Laura and her mother watching what was happening. But, of course, they weren’t there. Instead, it was just the two of them. They could do whatever they wanted.
This knowledge was dizzying to her. Anything they wanted - this was better than anything she had imagined, and any residual guilt that she might have been feeling seemed to just fade away.
She pushed herself up against him, and her hands went to the buttons of his shirt. She began to undo them, hungrier than ever for him now, and then her hands were beneath his open shirt, moving over his body.
She felt him grab hold of her robe, and she thought that it was going to happen; he was finally going to open it up, undo it, release her from that bulky garment so that she could really show off her body and so that he could have some real fun with it.
However, instead, she felt him step away from her, his hands on the robe, pulling hr with him. He raised his face from where it had been kissing her throat and looked into her eyes, a little smirk on his face as though everything was going just as he had planned it, and he was sure that everything would continue to go just as he wanted it to go.
He pulled her with him as he walked backward, and she followed willingly. She was letting him know that she was his, that she would do whatever it was that he wanted from her.
He pulled her back to a large, comfortable garden chair. He glanced back at it for a moment, and then he sat down on it. One of his hands stayed on her bathrobe, and he pulled on it slightly, as though indicating just what it was that he wanted her to do, as though telling her that this was her choice to make, she had to come to him. And she was more than willing to do just that.
She turned around slightly and sat down on his lap, feeling herself against his lap, feeling a hardness there that was pushing at her even through her bathrobe. She moved herself against it slightly, rubbing it and teasing him as she put her arms around him. She was about to lean in to kiss him, but then he glanced down at her bathrobe. His hands went to the knot at the front of it and began to undo it.
He got it undone easily and pushed it open. His hands slid in beneath it, and now they were on her body, moving over the soft, tight expanses of her body that were being revealed to him, the parts of her that were not covered by her bikini, which meant that there was a lot of her for him to have fun with.
She felt his hand caressing her as she leaned in to kiss him. He turned his face up to hers, and their lips were locked together once more, a new passion building in their kiss as she felt his hands moving on her body.
One of his hands went to her thigh, sliding up its silky smooth skin. She felt the hand reach her bikini bottoms and slide past them before sliding back, moving down to the thigh and then down to the knee. For a moment, when his hand had been passing by her bikini bottoms, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was about to tug on them, or if his fingers were about to slip into them, looking to explore her further, to find that secret place that she yearned for him to discover.
She had her arms wrapped around behind him still, but then she took them away from him and began to pull at her bathrobe, wanting to be rid of it fully at last. She raised herself slightly as she pulled it past her ass, and then she was pulling her arms out of it and dropping it to the floor with him.
She was now sitting on his lap in nothing but her bikini. He broke off their kiss to look at her hot body, and she wondered to herself how many times since they had arrived that he might have imagined this moment before, how many times he had seen her in one of her sexy, tight outfits and wondered what her body would be like. She had wanted to come out and relax in her bikini - that had been her original plan, anyway - but wasn’t it true that there had also been a part of her that had toyed with the idea of teasing him with her body in a bikini, making him see how good she looked? Well, now he was finding that out for himself in his own way, and she couldn’t have been happier about the way that things were working out.
She felt his hand grab hold of her thigh, pulling on her, and she slid in even closer to him. Her hands were beneath his open shirt again, and he took his hands away from her body for just a moment so that he could slide the shirt off.
As she felt her soft ass on his lap, she now felt his cock pushing against her more clearly, and she adjusted herself, acting as though she was simply getting herself into a more comfortable position but secretly doing it to rub against his cock, wanting to feel it rubbing at her and wanting to excite him with the feel of her soft ass against it.
His kisses moved to her throat again, and she felt his hand move up over her stomach, then move up to cup one of her breasts through her bikini top. She felt him stroking it, feeling the shape of it, and she wondered if he had been thinking about her succulent breasts before this encounter, debating with himself what they would feel like. Something told her that he had, and she wanted to make all of his fantasies come true now. She wanted to give herself to him completely.