by Amy Brent
I put my hair up in a ponytail and admired myself in the bathroom mirror.
I had to admit, I looked damn good.
For my age. LOL.
I put my hands on my hips and turned from side to side. My boobs are natural and full, and squeezing them into the bikini top formed a sexy, plump cleavage that made me smile.
I wondered what Sam would think of it.
The bikini bottoms were tiny; just a red triangle to cover my crotch and barely enough material to cover my ass cheeks. I turned my ass to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. My ass was full and round, with no cellulite (yet), thank God. My legs were long and toned from years of running.
All in all, I was pretty damn hot.
And I was sure that Sam would think so.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to impress him now. Last night I had just wanted him to leave me along. But today, he seemed charming and sincere. He seemed genuinely nice.
And Jesus, Joseph, and Mary did he look good without a shirt!
I adjusted the straps around my hips and scolded myself for even thinking such thoughts.
My dilemma was not how to get Sam Carson into bed.
I could probably just snap my fingers and make that happen.
Given his well-documented past sexploits, I was sure Sam would screw anything with a pussy and a pulse.
My dilemma was how to get Sam to realize his situation without betraying my father.
Surely, he must have asked himself how he got the job.
Or asked my father.
Or maybe he didn’t ask.
Maybe he didn’t want to know the reason why.
Maybe he just took the job in hopes that it would work out the way he hoped.
For all his machismo and bravado, Sam Carson impressed me as man who wasn’t as confident in himself as he once was.
Almost dying in a car crash that virtually ends your career and kills your dreams can do that to a man like Sam.
Maybe this job was Sam’s last attempt to hold on to what was left of the dream that started nearly forty years ago, the first time he stepped out to play his first Peewee Football game.
By the time I got back outside, Sam was already playing in the surf. He hadn’t bothered to change. He was wearing the running shorts and they were soaking wet, which showed off his bulge quite nicely. I could see the outline of his cock beneath the wet material, the shaft long despite the cold water and the round head bulging out. I felt my cunt getting moist and tried to focus my attention elsewhere; like to his thick chest and hard nipples.
Shit.
“You look amazing,” he said, standing in water up to his knees. I could feel the heat from his eyes as he checked me out from head to toe. “How did you know red was my favorite color?”
“Another coincidence,” I said. I waded into the water until it was up to my waist, then dove in. The water was cool, refreshing, but it did little to put out the fire that was smoldering between my legs.
Sam dove in behind me and we swam out twenty yards and treaded water like two kids in a neighborhood pool.
“It feels wonderful,” I said, puffing. “Race you back to shore?”
He smiled with the water lapping at his chin. “I have to warn you, Miss Winston. I’m a pretty fast swimmer. For my age.”
“Come on, grandpa,” I said. “One, two, three, go!”
I beat him back to the shore by two seconds.
We hung out at the beach for a while. I set up a couple of folding chairs in the sand while Sam brought down a cooler with six beers and a bottle of wine.
He filled a plastic cup with wine for me, and popped a beer for himself.
We sat on the sand, drinking and talking for hours like old friends, until the beer and wine were gone and our stomachs were growling.
I made a couple of chicken salad sandwiches and we ate on the deck. Sam was still in the running shorts and I was in the bikini, both still wet and squishy. I caught him checking out my tits more than once. When my nipples grew hard in the warm breeze, I didn’t attempt to hide them from view.
“I met some folks down the beach this morning,” Sam said, pointing several houses down. My eyes followed his finger. I could see several bikini-clad young women sunning themselves on beach towels. One of them, a skinny red head, was on her back, topless.
He took a sip of beer and licked his lips. “They’re having a party tonight. We’re invited.”
I cut my eyes at him. “We? Don’t you mean, you?”
He shook his head. “I refuse to attend any party without my BFF,” he said. “We might be the oldest people there, but it could be fun.”
“First of all, I’m not much older than they are,” I said, playfully narrowing my eyes at him. “And secondly, I think the invitation was meant for you, not me. You go. Have fun. I’ll stay here and chill.”
He gave me the smile that made my hot water works turn on. He said, “You have two more days to chill and do nothing. Come on, there’ll be music and food and booze.”
“And groupies?”
He licked his lips and stuck his tongue into his cheek. After a moment, he grinned and lowered his voice. “Look at it this way, if you come with me, I won’t do anything stupid. Like get drunk and make a sex tape with the rainbow girls down there.”
I glanced at the girls spread out on the beach. “Rainbow girls?”
“Yeah, one blond, one red, one auburn, one black…”
“Such a man of diversity,” I said.
“True, and that’s exactly why you should come,” he said. He brought the beer to his lips and arched his eyebrows. “God forbid I drink too much and make another viral sex video…”
I drew in a long breath and let it out slowly. I hated to admit it, but he was making sense. Or perhaps I was just trying to reconcile the fact that I wanted to tag along.
I said, “Fine, I’ll go, but the moment you do anything to embarrass the team…”
“I know, I know,” he said, holding up a hand. “Mommy will make me leave the party.” He gave my knee a little pat and pushed himself out of the chair.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Big night ahead,” he said, wrinkling his forehead and putting a hand to his back. “Grandpa needs a shower and a nap.”
He paused in the kitchen door and wiped his hands over his sweaty shoulders, chest and stomach. He held up his hands and went inside.
For a moment, I thought he was going to ask me to join him in the shower and his bed.
Thankfully, he did not.
Because I just might have done so.
I sat there for a moment more, then went inside to take a shower of my own.
A nice, steamy one.
I took off the red bikini and stepped into the shower.
I let the hot water rinse off the sweat and sand, then reached for the soap.
I swirled the soap across my nipples and sighed.
I closed my eyes and thought of Sam in the shower above me.
Sam
I took my usual quick shower, less than five minutes, and stood naked in front of the mirror, toweling off. My shoulders and chest had a red glow from the day spent in the sun with Allie.
It had turned out to be a good day.
A surprisingly good day.
Allie Winston was not the bitch I thought she was.
To the contrary, she was incredibly pleasant and easy to talk to.
She was smart and witty and snarky.
And holy crap, sexy as hell.
It was all I could do to keep my eyes off her tits.
The cleavage…
Those nipples…
They were screaming to get out of that bikini.
Help us, Sam! Free us!
And the bikini bottoms fit her ass like a thong.
The thin strip of red material disappeared in the crack between her perfect ass cheeks. I wanted to pull it out with my teeth. I wanted to chew my way through the crotch of the bikini bottoms and…
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My fantasy paused when I heard the shower come on in the downstairs bathroom directly below me. It was an old house with old pipes. When the water came on anywhere in the house, I could hear it.
I thought of Allie stepping into the shower.
Naked.
Hot.
Sweaty.
I closed my eyes and imagined her soaping up her big tits and ass.
Dipping her soapy fingers between her legs.
My cock twitched. I opened my eyes. My cock was hard in my hand. I’d been stroking it without even realizing it.
My brain looped back around.
Allie was in the shower.
Naked.
Soapy.
My eyes opened as a devilish plan came to mind.
Allie was in the shower.
I was not.
I couldn’t resist seeing what I could see.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and tiptoed down the stairs, listening as I approached the bedroom door.
My fingers touched the doorknob, expecting to find it locked. The knob turned in my hand. I pushed the door open just enough to peer inside. Across the room, the bathroom door was open. I could hear the shower running. I could hear Allie. She was moaning. My cock grew inside the towel.
I crept across the bedroom and peered around the door.
Allie was in the shower.
The clear glass door was steamy, but I could make out the outline of her body.
She was leaning against the wall with her head back and her eyes closed, swirling the soap around her tits with her right hand.
Her thighs were spread. Her left hand was buried between her legs. My cock stiffened fully. The towel fell from around my waist.
I reached to pick up the towel so I could back out of the room when I heard her call my name. “Sam?”
I looked up to find Allie staring back at me. She was holding the glass shower door open. I could see her body clearly through the steam that was swirling about the room.
She was beautiful, wet, rosy, so fucking delicious.
Her eyes lowered to my cock, which had grown so hard that it ached to be milked.
She held out a hand and said, “Come, let me help you with that.”
Allie
I was leaning back against the shower wall with my eyes closed and my legs spread. The water was cascading over my body, down my neck, across my breasts, sluicing into my short blond pubes. I was massaging my breast with one hand and my clit with the other.
Then I heard a noise, faint, almost discernable, like a soft sigh.
I opened my eyes and glanced through the steamy glass shower door.
Sam was standing there, looking very much like the little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Except this little boy had a long, thick, veiny cock that looked like it was about to burst. I didn’t know what to do or say. Should I scream to scare him away? Should I laugh and go on with my shower like it’s no big deal? Or should I invite him into the shower with me?
Considering that mere seconds before I was imagining that very cock between my legs, it was not a difficult decision to make.
I opened the door and held out my hand.
“Come, let me help you with that.”
Sam blinked at me for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights. He had a towel in his hand, but he made no effort to cover his manhood. I gave him a dreamy smile and wiggled my fingers. “Hurry, before the hot water runs out.”
“Are you sure?” he asked stepping closer.
I licked my lips as I stared at his cock. I lifted my eyes to meet his and sighed. “Yes. I want you… I want that… in here… now.”
He dropped the towel and stepped into the shower. He put his hands on my hips and roughly pulled me into him. Our bodies melted together under the steamy spray. His hands went around to cup my ass and his lips trailed up my neck and to my mouth.
I put my hands on his cheeks and pulled his mouth to mine. I sucked in a deep breath as his tongue pushed into my mouth and swirled around lips. Our tongues met and it was like sticking a fork in a light socket. A bolt of electricity rushed through me that made my nipples stand on end and my pussy gush. I could literally feel the hot juices dripping from my folds.
Sam’s cock was hard against my stomach. I slid my hands down his chest to his cock. My left hand cupped his tight balls and the fingers of my right hand went around his cock. I pressed my thumb to the underside of the head and slowly rubbed up and down the shaft. Sam moaned into my mouth.
His fingers dug into my ass as my hand pumped his cock up and down. I rubbed the tip against my stomach. I could feel the hot trail of jizz left on my skin from the oozing slit.
“God… you feel amazing,” he said, his tongue in my ear. His fingers moved from my ass to my breasts. He kneaded the flesh and rolled my nipples under his thumbs. “I love your tits… and that ass…”
“I love cock,” I moaned in his ear. My fingers tightened their grip as the skin rolled up and down the shaft. “So long… so hard… I want your cock inside me…”
“Soon,” he sighed. He brushed his lips to mine, then bent his knees to trailed kisses down my neck and across my breasts. He pushed me back against the wall and got to his knees. “I want so lick you,” he said. “I’ve fantasized about my tongue in our pussy all day.”
I braced my palms against the shower wall as Sam lifted my left leg and set it bent at the knee, over his right shoulder. His left hand slipped beneath my ass to hold me steady as he leaned in and gave my clit a little kiss.
I moaned at the touch of his lips. He swirled his tongue around my clit for a moment, then slid it down between my folds to my asshole and back. I put my fingers in his hair and closed my eyes. He lifted my leg a little more to get the perfect access to my soaking pussy. His tongue swirled around my folds, then he found the little hole and probed in the tip of his tongue.
“Oh… god… Sam…” I moaned. My fingers slid down to his shoulders. “Lick me… Sam… Lick my pussy… Fuck me with your tongue…”
Sam stiffened his tongue and fucked my hole with it until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came is a great gushing wave, squirting hot juice all over his lips and tongue. It drenched his chin and dripped onto his chest. Sam moaned as I filled his mouth with my hot juice. He pressed his lips to my cunt and lapped it up until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Oh… holy… shit…” I moaned. I reached for him. “My turn.”
Sam pushed himself to his feet and we traded places. I pushed him roughly against the wall and dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was even longer than in my dream. I took it in both hands and pumped it until the head grew dark crimson. I put my lips around the head and tongued the slit. His salty ooze covered my tongue. Sam shuddered against the wall.
“Yes… Allie…” he moaned. “Yes…”
I opened my lips and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I leaned into him and only stopped when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I resisted the urge to gag.
I held his cock steady and started sliding my mouth back and forth over the shaft. As I mouthfucked him, my other hand went under his balls and found his asshole. I teased him, sliding in the tip of my finger, then a little more.
“God… I’m going to… explode…” he said. He leaned down and put his hands under my arms and easily lifted me up.
He pulled me to him and kissed me hard.
He pushed me against the wall and lifted my leg up again, exposing my pussy to the head of his throbbing monster cock. I took his cock in my hand and pulled him to me. I guided the head to my opening and gave him a dreamy smile.
“Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me hard.”
He kissed me again, and when his tongue slid into my mouth, he buried his cock hard into my pussy. The breath rushed from my lungs when I felt the tip of his cock hit my innermost wall. He rocked his hips, thrusting in and out, forcefully impaling himself into me.
I laced
my fingers around the back of his neck and held on for the ride. Sam pounded his cock into me, hard and fast. I panted like a dog, exhaling as each thrust forced the air from my lungs.
Sam closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine. I opened my eyes to watch him as the orgasm started to build. His forehead furrowed. The skin around his eyes tightened. He gritted his teeth and sucked in gasps of air between them.
The smoldering fire that was inside my body became an inferno. Sam’s cock was stretching my pussy, awakening new nerve endings. I could feel him in my throat, in my breasts, in my soul.
“I’m cumming…” he moaned, his hips piledriving into me.
“Cum, my darling…” I said. “I’m cumming… with you…”
I felt Sam’s entire body tense as his muscles tightened and he thrust into me as deeply as he could go. I felt my pussy contract around him, milking him, drawing out the hot, milky seed that was filling me to overflowing.
I came against him, squirting juice over his cock and balls, hot and sticky. I could feel our juices mixing and running down the inside of my legs.
After a moment, we clinched one last time, and released the deep breaths we’d both been holding. Sam lowered my leg and I squeezed my thighs together to keep his cock inside me.
“That was… amazing…” he said, his lips at my ear.
“Yes… it was,” I sighed. “Do you still want to go to that party? It would be a shame to disappoint your rainbow girls.”
He gazed into my eyes, then rubbed the tip of his nose to mine and smiled. “Actually, Miss Winston, I’d much rather spend the rest of the weekend right here. Alone with you.”
I pulled him close and cooed in his ear. “I think that can be arranged. Coach Carson.”
Sam
When I first arrived at Ben Winston’s beach house, I had no grand plan for the weekend other than to kick back, relax, get drunk, and maybe have a little fun with a local lady or two.
I certainly did not expect to meet an amazing woman who could make me laugh, make me mad, and make my toes curl all in the same breath.
