The pool shelter hummed with stifling heat. Thirty degrees. Alain turned his back. Peeled off his shirt. Muscles rippled. Shoulders broad, back sculpted. Pants dropped. Thighs thick, powerful. Then his briefs. Ass cheeks firm, round, begging to be grabbed. He slipped into the water. Slow. Teasing. I stared. Heart slamming my ribs. Pulse racing wild.
No bikini needed, he said. Private. No one sees. I stripped fast. Blouse off. Bra unhooked. Breasts heavy, nipples hardening in the humid air. Shorts down. Panties yanked. Bushy pussy exposed. Naked. Vulnerable. Water cool on fevered skin. He faced me. Eyes devoured my tits. Stiff peaks. My thatch. Bold stare. No shame. I swam. Fifty laps. Body slicing water. His gaze burned holes.
The Fever
He climbed out first. Ass glistening. Dripping. Towel grabbed. Turned. Cock rigid. Thick. Veins pulsing. Head swollen. Aimed at me. My breath caught. Cunt clenched. Flattered. Desired. By this stud. We lay prone. Towels side by side. Inches apart. ‘Nice, huh?’ he grinned. Air thick. Tension coiling.
He sat up. Hands on my shoulders. Firm. Kneading. Down my back. Reins. Lower. Ass cheeks. Fingers digging in. Spreading. Heat flooded me. Pussy lips swelling. Wetness seeping. Shame burned. But craving devoured. He focused there. Globes kneaded. Pulled apart. I flipped. Smiled. He leaned in. Lips brushed. Tongues tangled. Hungry. Wet. Arms crushed us. Cock throbbed hot on my belly. Hands cupped tits. Pinched nipples. I stroked his chest. Back. Ass.
Phone rang. Your call. He rose. Cock bobbing. Walked away. Muscles flexing. I watched. Decided. I’d give it all. He returned. ‘Your husband.’ Still hard. Facing me. I stood nude. Answered you. ‘Tits out?’ Charm shattered. Seins deflated. Dressed. He did too. Tea. Walk. Hand held. Kisses light. Then fierce. Chin gripped. Tongue invaded. Breast mauled. I squeezed his ass. Cock tempted. But thoughts of you. Angry. Hurt.
The Blaze
Evening calm. Stories shared. Your call again. ‘Fuck her good, slut!’ Silence crushed. Bedtime. He stripped. Back turned. Ass perfect. Better than yours. Gourmand. Inviting thrusts. Sheets parted. He watched me undress. Tits offered. Nipples erect. ‘Love your ass, Marie. Want to kiss it. Squeeze it. Your heavy tits. I crave you.’ I slid in. ‘Can’t…’ Lips crashed. Tongues battled. Cock rigid against me. Hands roamed. But legs stayed shut. Cuddled. Slept. Caressed. No entry.
Morning. Robes open. Nude beneath. You burst in. Minutes late. Missed us tangled bare. He never fucked me. I regret it.
Car ride home. I confess. Heart still races. Skin remembers his touch. Pussy aches for his cock. I’ll do it again. Soon. June 23rd. You there. Watching.