His eyes were fixed on hers, and there was a boldness in his look that she hadn’t seen before, a growing and unconcealed lust. Slowly he rose so that his torso was exposed. Donna felt a jolt of desire surge through her. His chest was beautifully delineated, broad and chiselled, the pecs taut and defined. His belly was ridged, not an inch of fat visible. Bared completely for the first time, his arms were ropy with sinuous muscle.
Kyle walked forward, rising out of the water, and Donna stared at the surface, waiting for the heartstopping moment when his penis would breach the surface. And it did. Donna gasped, the breath catching in her throat. His cock was fully erect, and huge, curving slightly back and circumcized, the tense engorged head like a plum.
She stepped closer just as he did, and for a moment they faced one another, within arm’s reach, prolonging the moment; a man and a woman, completely naked and sexually aroused by each other. Donna feasted her eyes greedily, her body pounding with desire. She took in the glistening rivulets of water coursing down his neck and shoulders and across his hard, tight torso and catching in the golden mat of his pubic hair. The sensuous curve of his slightly parted lips and the hint of his tongue behind them. The darkening of his eyes as the pupils dilated and crowded out the blue irises, as Kyle himself drank in her body.
And then they were in each other’s arms and there was the almost unbearable hot sweet feel of his firm naked flesh against hers, his arms like vises clasped around her waist and his hands splaying up her back as his chest crushed against her breasts and his mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue thrusting deep past her lips and her teeth and finding hers and twining with it, urgently, aggressively. Rendered almost immobile by the exquisite shock of contact, Donna managed to press her hips forward against him, seeking to fuse with him, and she felt the huge hard bar of his cock against her belly, trapped between them.
She broke the kiss before she passed out from an inability to breathe and immediately clamped her mouth against the side of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin, biting gently with her teeth. One of his hands left her back and forced its way up between their bodies, the fingers probing for her breast and finding it and then the whole palm sliding in and cupping it, the nipple hard against his palm. His other hand slipped down and grasped a cheek of her ass and pulled her pelvis tighter against him.
She felt his hips start to move rhythmically and his cock slide against her belly. The sensation drove her to bury her hands in his hair and pull his face down to hers and hoist her thighs up so that she was straddling him around his waist, relying on his strength to support her. She opened her mouth against his ear and probed and nipped with tongue and teeth.
‘You want to fuck me?’ she breathed in his ear. ‘Fuck me hard?’
She felt his voice in his chest rather then heard it. ‘Yeah.’
‘Then do it,’ she snarled, animal lust consuming her. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me now.’
‘Yeah.’
‘I want to feel your hard cock deep in my cunt.’
‘Oh yeah.’
His hands gripped her waist and he lifted her a little. Donna stared into his face. Kyle’s eyes were hooded with desire, his lips swollen and ruby-colored, his breath coming in fast guttural rasps. She glanced down, between her breasts, saw the purple head of his cock above the surface of the water, wicked and meaty, and she tilted her pelvis forward so that her pubic bush pressed against his own golden hair. The tip of his prick nudged against the lips of her pussy and she hissed through her teeth at the fiery torrent of excitement that coursed through her lower body.
Slowly, exquisitely, Kyle lowered her onto his penis, and she cried out as its head slipped in between her labia and she felt the full length of it, awesomely big, filling her. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to take in any more of him he withdrew a fraction of an inch, then pushed up again, easing the shaft in deeper and deeper.
Donna wrapped her thighs around Kyle’s waist once again and he shifted one arm around her own waist, the other hand gripping her ass. Her vagina had dilated to accommodate him now and the fit was snug and smooth. He began to thrust with a steady rhythm, timing his strokes perfectly so that he penetrated deeply and then withdrew almost to the tip without the head of his cock slipping out of her.
The building pleasure was almost too much for Donna to bear and she wanted to cry out to him to stop, that she wasn’t going to be able to take any more. To stop herself she wound one arm around his neck and pressed her mouth hard against his, trying to suck his tongue free from its roots, while her other hand splayed across the broad expanse of his rippling back and she anchored her nails in the flesh there, feeling him twitch beneath her fingers. Kyle’s thrusts became more urgent, more rapid, and their bodies bucked as if he was trying to throw her off his cock and she was doing her utmost to stay on. The churning water lapped and sloshed over the sides of the pool and Donna thought she heard her moans and whimpers and Kyle’s deeper gasps rebounding off the wall of the chalet behind her.
She angled herself back slightly, gripping his arms, her legs still clamped around his waist. The change in position altered the angle of penetration of Kyle’s penis so that suddenly there was direct friction on her clitoris, and her pleasure accelerated. Kyle ducked his head to lick and suck at first one of her nipples and then the other, before he stared straight into her eyes again, a franticness in his own eyes which hadn’t been there before, and she sensed a new urgency in his thrusts.
‘Are you coming?’ she panted.
‘Yes.’
‘Are you going to come in me, baby? Are you going to spurt that hot jism in my cunt?’
‘Yeah.’
Donna could feel the rapid climb starting towards her own orgasm. Determined to get there before he’d finished, she angled forward again and pressed her tits into his chest once more and ground her pelvis against his, using the rigid core of his cock to massage her vaginal walls as well as her clit.
As her excitement reached and passed the point of no return and she felt her body freefalling towards its climax, Donna’s mind was filled with an exhilarating sense of the sheer dirtiness of what she was doing. She was naked in a swimming pool with a hot, sexy young man more than a decade her junior and whom she barely knew, and she was allowing him to thrust his erect penis in her vagina for his pleasure and hers.
Dimly she became aware of a woman’s voice – hers, she realized – gasping fuck me, fuck me, and Kyle’s making unintelligible sounds close beside her ear, and then the orgasm hit her like a force of nature, a typhoon or a tsunami, and she was lifted up by it into the brilliant blue sunlit sky, carried aloft by devastatingly intense physical pleasure. She screamed hoarsely, and in her ear heard Kyle shout, too, as she felt his spurting wetness deep inside her, her vagina milking his cock as it gripped and released and gripped his shaft with her own spasms.
Donna slumped against Kyle, letting him take her weight, her face buried helplessly in his shoulder, ebbing spasms still jolting her with diminishing frequency. For a long while, maybe a couple of minutes, there was nothing but the sparkle of the sunlight off the pool’s surface and the warm tanned smell and feel of Kyle’s smooth body enveloping her and the dwindling sensation of his cock inside her.
He was the on to make the first move, lifting his head away to look at her. ‘Donna –’
‘Shh.’ She put a finger to his lips. She’d enjoy the post-coital talk they’d have, the murmurings and kisses and slow caresses they’d share. But it was too soon for that. Way too soon. Her appetite had been whetted, and only partly slaked. She needed more.
Donna unclasped her legs from around Kyle’s thighs and felt his cock slip out of her completely, cool poolwater rushing in to fill the space. She reached up to press her mouth against his once more, a quick and tantalising kiss.
‘Come,’ she said. She took hold of his hand and began to lead him back to the shallow end, insistent. There was a bed in the chalet and she needed him on it, right now, entwined with
her.
Kyle followed where she led, but when they reached the end of the pool and she hauled herself up over the edge he said, ‘Wait.’
She turned, sitting on the side. Still in the water himself, he crouched and, gently but firmly, eased her legs apart.
When she realized what he was going to do, Donna spread her thighs wide and, gripping the back of his head, her fingers ensnared in his hair, she pushed his face toward her vulva.
His nose and lips and tongue met her labia and probed greedily, wantonly at first as he tasted her. She wiggled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his face, reveling in the friction. Kyle rose out of the water a little to be able to get in closer, and past her mound of hair she saw his eyes gazing up at her, mischief dancing in them. Then an unutterably delicious sensation overcame her as he stretched his mouth wide and his upper lip and teeth began to stimulate her clitoris while the tip of his tongue penetrated past her labia and entered her cunt.
This time her orgasm came more quickly, as if she’d been primed by the first one. Her ass and thighs shuddered as if she had the ague and long slow moans of delight seemed to emanate from her without her initiating them. Kyle carried on his attentions, pushing his tongue ever deeper into her and using his finger now to rub her clit so that a third orgasm followed almost impossibly soon.
Her body writhing, abandoned to sensation, Donna watched Kyle climb out of the water and stand before her, dripping and glistening, his huge cock rigid and fully erect again, nodding slightly at her. She rose to her knees, eager to take it in her mouth. But a sudden selfish hunger seized her, a craving for more pleasure herself. It was as if, having come three times in quick succession, she needed to prolong the excitement. There’d be plenty of time, plenty of opportunity, later on to show Kyle what she could do with her mouth.
Donna rose to her feet and led Kyle into the chalet with its bed. This time it wasn’t his hand she took a hold of.
*
For the first time Kyle faced fully what he’d done.
His tongue traced a slow, languorous circle around the nipple of Donna’s right breast, the areola contracting in diameter and the nipple itself darkening and rising erect. Beneath his lips the breast itself was firm and springy. He felt warmth easing its way into his cock again, felt the stirrings of a new hardon.
What he’d done was, he’d had sex with his employer’s wife. In broad daylight, in his employer’s pool, the one he was paid to keep clean.
It was ethically wrong, it was a betrayal of trust. And it was a dumb move, because it would destroy Kyle’s reputation around here and nobody – well, no guy, anyhow – in the neighbourhood would want to employ him again.
Kyle thought about all of these things, and realized he didn’t give a damn.
Blair Thurgood was the worst kind of asshole: a man who beat his wife. As far as Kyle was concerned, his wife was completely justified in sleeping with someone else. It was far less than Blair deserved. So any guilt Kyle had felt up until this morning about his feelings towards Donna had disappeared entirely.
He had to admit, when she’d appeared in that tiny, too-small bikini by the pool, her ripe body straining to burst free, Kyle had been hoping against hope that Donna would decide to sunbathe topless too, like the girl Madison the previous week. Even when she hadn’t, he’d been turned on enough by what he had seen of her that he was already forming the images of her in his mind that he’d jerk off to later – no, he no longer felt the need to substitute another woman for Donna in his fantasies, not after how he’d seen Blair behave toward her.
But when Donna had suggested he swim naked and – the clincher – had said she’d do so as well, he’d known what she intended, and the excitement that surged through him put him in danger of coming in his pants then and there. When she’d gone into the chalet and he’d stripped off his clothes and climbed into the silky embrace of the water, his cock hard as a railspike, he’d felt as aroused and even as nervous as he had when he was sixteen and had gotten laid for the first time. That time too he’d been naked and waiting for the woman to emerge; in that instance she’d been Kelly Devereaux, a girl in his class at school, and she’d gone into her absent parents’ bathroom to get ready while he lay on their double bed, scared and so horny he thought his cock was going to explode.
Now Kyle gazed down at Donna’s body. His fingertips traced the space between her breasts and ran down the concavity of her belly, over the cup of her navel and down, down, to the basin of her hips and the beginning line of her soft pubic hair just visible over the top of the sheet.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he murmured.
She smiled, her face lazy and content, basking in the afterglow of sex.
‘You’re beautiful, Kyle.’
After their frenzied coupling in the pool – she’d used that word, the one beginning with C that he found so shocking, yet when she’d said it she’d made it sound kind of sexy – and after he’d gone down on her by the poolside, she’d led him in here to the chalet, where he was surprised to see a queen-size bed. She’d pulled him on top of her, her legs spread wide, and he’d slid into her again, rejoicing in her tight wetness. In mid-fuck he’d sat up and pulled her into a sitting position so they were facing each other upright; when that became uncomfortable he withdrew from her and, touching his finger to her lips to still her small moan of disappointment, he turned her round and mounted her from behind, penetrating deeply so that she gasped, watching his glistening cock appearing and disappearing into the sheath of her pussy until he could hold out no longer and came. Even then he stayed hard long enough to continue thrusting until Donna reached her own orgasm and collapsed on the bed, heaving convulsively, the movement causing his cock to slip out of her, slick with his come and her own juices.
He settled beside her on the bed, laying his leg across her so it slid between hers and putting an arm across her waist. She snuggled close, running the palm of a long-nailed hand up and over his chest.
‘Do you do this with all your clients, Mister Pool Guy?’ she whispered.
He pretended to consider. ‘Not the men.’
She thought about it. ‘But would you consider it?’
Kyle looked at her to see if she was joking, but she looked serious. ‘No. Never. I’m not gay. I like women.’
‘Aren’t you curious, though? What it’d be like with a man?’
‘No.’ And he was being honest. ‘Would you do it? With a woman?’
‘You’d probably like to watch.’ She smiled naughtily. ‘Guys seem to like the idea of girls getting it on.’
He had to admit it. Hoisting himself up on one elbow, he said, ‘I’m curious, though. Do women get turned on by the thought of two men doing it?’
Donna frowned as if the question hadn’t occurred to her before. ‘It’s not something women talk about much, but… yes, I think it would turn me on. Two hot guys together. Not the hardcore stuff, like anal or anything, but the idea of two buff male bodies wrestling with one another, with erections… yeah, that’d float my boat.’
He joined in her laughter, delighted at the easy familiarity with which they were discussing such an intimate subject. Above them a ceiling fan with long rotor blades marked the slow passage of time. She’d said they were alone, that all the hired help were away.
Something was hanging in the air, unacknowledged in the post-sex peace, and after several minutes’ worth of contented silence Kyle decided to bring it up.
‘This morning,’ he said. ‘I saw your husband… hit you.’
Donna looked across at him and for a moment he thought he’d made a mistake mentioning it. She sat up abruptly, the movement causing her breasts to swing distractingly, and, reaching for a small nightstand, she withdrew a pack of Marlboros and offered one to him. Kyle shook his head. He didn’t smoke, never had, and truth be told he disliked the smell. But it was Donna’s home, after all, and he was hardly in a position to object.
Donna lit up and exhaled a stream of blue towards the ceil
ing.
‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘He does that sometimes. But it’s not the worst thing.’
Alarmed, Kyle sat up and shifted closer. ‘What else does he –?’
She waved her cigarette hand, sending eddies of smoke wafting across the bed. ‘Oh, it’s nothing physical. He doesn’t rape me or torture me or anything like that. No, worse than an occasional slap or two from Blair is his utter indifference to my existence.’ Her glance slanted across at Kyle once more. In the dimness of the chalet with its drawn drapes, Donna looked cool and sultry to Kyle, poised with her cigarette like a golden-age movie star. ‘A woman needs to be wanted, Kyle. But more than that, she needs to be visible, as though her presence matters to somebody.’
‘It matters to me.’ He laid a hand on her thigh, snaked it northward. She smiled, shifting under his touch.
‘That’s why I don’t regret anything we’ve done this morning,’ she said. ‘It was wonderful.’
‘Was?’
‘Oh, God, I haven’t got the energy…’ But she was already stubbing out her cigarette, reaching for him.
Donna pushed his shoulder down so that he was lying on his back, then moved above him, her large breasts hanging enticingly over his chest. She didn’t stop when her hips were over his but continued moving down until her face was level with his crotch.
She looked up at him through the tousle of her hair. ‘I owe you,’ she said.
Her hand closed around his cock and stroked it to full hardness, her mouth hovering tantalisingly close so that her warm breath and occasional flicks of her darting tongue caressed the swollen head. Once or twice she opened her mouth and appeared poised to take his cock completely in her mouth, but she held back each time, teasing, a smile playing about her lips, her eyes flashing mischief at him.
When the throbbing in his balls had gotten so bad he thought that if she didn’t relieve him soon he’d have to grab his dick and get off on his own, she dipped her head and the heat of her mouth closed over his glans, her tonguetip exploring lightly under the rim. He lifted his butt, trying to push as much of his cock into her mouth as he could fit, but she moved her head away, controlling the penetration, and Kyle groaned pleasurably.
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