Story 32 #3
She had to smile at that. Maybe he had a point, maybe it would be good to cool down, just not quite in the way that he thought.
He dived into the water. She lowered herself down, easing into the cool water. It felt good against her skin, making it tingle.
She watched him as he swam back and forth for a minute. Then he stopped and turned to look at her.
“Just trying to burn off some excess energy,” he said, “I feel like I need it.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked him as he swam over towards her, “Why’s that?”
He stood up now in the pool, his powerful torso rising from the water, dripping and glistening. She did her best not to be distracted by it. She was determined to hold his gaze, no matter how tempting it might be to look down at that incredible body of his.
“Because,” he said, moving in close, “You’ve got me all worked up.”
She opened her mouth, about to ask him what he meant, about to tell him she didn’t understand what he was saying, when suddenly he was right there, right in front of him, the water running down his face.
She couldn’t help herself. She reached up and put a hand on his face.
“You’re all wet,” she said, feeling stupid for saying something so obvious.
And then, without offering up any reply, he leaned in and kissed her. Her hand slid around behind him, through the wet hair on his head.
His tongue pushed past her lips into her mouth. Her tongue went to it, pushed against it. Their lips moved over each other quickly, their teeth touched briefly before they locked into position, their lips together.
She felt one of his hands go to her throat, caress her skin, and then move up to her chin, her face. His hand felt huge against her delicate cheek. Then his hand slid through her hair, similarly to how hers had slid through his, except then his hand slid down to the point between her shoulder blades. His other hand went to her waist.
He had seemed huge to her before but now that his body pushed up against hers like this, now that she felt his hands on her body, she felt his size even more acutely. She felt tiny under his touch. She felt as though he could pick her up so easily, do whatever he wanted to her. And that was exactly what she wanted. Now that this was happening, now that they had both surrendered to their lust, she wanted to be his plaything.
Her hand slid down behind him, feeling the rippling muscles of his broad back.
Her hand kept moving down till the tips of her fingers felt the point where his shorts began. Her fingers lingered there - she didn’t dare to push down any further, either on the outside or the inside of those shorts. Somehow it didn’t seem as though it was quite the time for that. He was in charge here, he had taken the lead, and she would wait to see what he wanted them to do next.
His hand on her waist moved around to the front of her body. He rested it there on the slight rise of her belly. She felt the way the pattern of her breathing as her stomach pushed against his hand.
Then his kisses moved to the corner of her mouth, to her cheeks, kissing her closed eyelids, her nose.
Then he was kissing her throat. She felt him lick her skin, suck on it, and bite it gently. Of course, it might leave a mark of some sort but at that point, she didn't care. To hell with it, she thought to herself. This is what I want - right here, right now, this is it. This is everything to me.
Her hand moved up his back, to the back of his head again, and she held him there as she felt his mouth against her throat.
She was breathing heavily now. Her passion, her desire, was growing further.
She reached up with her other hand and took hold of one of his incredible biceps. She ran her hand over it, filled with wonder at the size of it, the firmness of it, and she squeezed it.
Her hand moved away from his arm to the front of his body. The rest of him seemed to be just as firm - hard, even - as his arm.
As he moved against her she felt something else, something even harder, brush against her. It happened every so often as they both moved their bodies and it didn’t seem as though it was happening by design, more just by the natural movement of the two of them. But every time she felt it, every time she felt the hardness of his cock touch her no matter how briefly it happened, it made her yearn for him all the more. She wanted to reach down and grab hold of it. She wanted to look him in the eye and tell him, “Go on, do what you want to with that thing,” but she waited, letting him take his time, letting him have his fun with her.
She felt his hand on her stomach. It moved back to the side of her body and then slid up along the curve of her waist, higher up.
She felt his fingers on the outside of one of her breasts. He lightly held her breast, his touch gentle. It felt so good - it left her wanting more but at the same time it let her know that more was certainly coming.
He adjusted his hand. He moved it slightly down and then she felt the tips of his fingers pushing up beneath her biking top, touching the soft skin of her breast now.
She pulled at the hair at the back of his head, raising him from her throat.
She looked deep into his eyes. The two of them smiled at one another, an understanding passing between them.
He reached down with both of his hands and grabbed hold of her ass, squeezing it and then lifting her. Her back was against the wall of the pool and she wrapped her legs around him. She felt one of his hands leave her ass and move down to her toned thigh, his fingers digging in slightly to the soft skin.
She was about to wrap her arms around him and start to kiss him again but then she had another idea - in a quick motion, she reached behind her back and tugged at the knot at the back of her bikini.
She let it fall forward and float away. She had no more need for it now, anyway.
She saw Pete's eyes go to her breasts. They were half submerged in the water, half out of it. Half of the dark circles of her nipples were above the water line.
Pete's hand went away from her thigh and went to one of her breasts. She murmured contentedly as he began to massage it. His fingers went to the nipple and he gave it a gentle tweak. Then he raised the breast slightly, up out of the water. He bent his head down and began to suck on it, causing her to cry out. She was aware of the fact that she was in the garden and that anyone could hear her. She bit her bottom lip to keep her cries in.
She began slightly gyrating her pelvis, rubbing her pussy against him through her bikini bottoms. She felt him push himself up against her and then, felt the hardness of his cock poking at her.
She wanted that cock inside her but she knew that it wasn't quite a time for that just yet. There was still more for them to do together before they reached that point.
Still, she thought that it was about time that she felt it properly.
While he was still sucking on her breast she ran one hand down his chest, down over the hard muscles of his abdomen, seeking something else, something even harder than his muscles.
She felt the top of his shorts. She pushed her hand further down, into his shorts, and she took hold of his big, hard, cock. She began playing with it. It felt so good, she was already imagining what it would be like to have it buried deep inside her.
He raised his face from her breasts and looked deep into her eyes as she continued playing with his cock. He leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s get out of the water.”
He let her down in the water and she turned to climb out of the pool.
As she pulled herself up she felt his hands on her back, running down to her ass as it came out of the water.
He pushed her bikini bottoms down slightly as he caressed her ass. She paused on the edge of the pool, looking back at him as he played with her ass. He peeled her bikini bottoms further down and kissed it, licked at it.
He pulled her bottoms down further and she felt his fingers slip in behind her and rub at the lips of her pussy. She gasped happily - he knew what he was doing, that much was obvious.
Then he took his fingers away from her, letting her climb the rest of the way out of the pool.
He climbed out after her. She saw the way his body glistened with the water and she wanted him more than ever. The sight of his cock pushing at his wet shorts drove her wild.
He came to her and pulled her close to him. They began kissing again, their hands all over one another.
She grabbed hold of his cock again, pushing his shorts down.
He pushed one of his hands down into her bikini bottoms. She felt him begin to play with her pussy then, rubbing at her lips, finding her clit and flicking at it, playing with it, rubbing it.
She was in the throes of absolute ecstasy now as they pleasured one another. She didn’t care about where she was, didn’t care if anyone saw what they were doing. She was completely unaware of anything else.
While one of his hands was busy playing with her pussy his other hand massaged one of her breasts.
Then, it happened. She hadn't even heard a car pulling up and had no idea that anything was amiss. But then she heard the voice.
“What’s going on here?”
She froze, dropped Pete's cock, and turned. She knew that voice. And there he was, there was Chris, standing there. She had been caught.
"Chris..." she said, "I can explain..." although she knew that there was no way that she could explain this.
He looked at her, looked at Pete.
“No need to explain. I think it’s pretty obvious what is happening here.”
The strange thing was that his voice was calm. He didn’t sound angry in the least.
“Do you mind if I join in?” he asked and Sue was completely shocked by that. Shocked - but also very turned on.
She looked from Pete to Chris and then she went to Chris, slowly. Then the two of them were kissing. He was playing with her breasts, one hand going to her ass, pushing her bikini bottoms down to massage it. Chris pulled his T-shirt off.