Poolside Rendezvous, Story One
The sun reflected off the water, making it sparkle like treasure that lingered on the surface of the pool. The well-manicured backyard almost felt like a hidden tropical retreat, with palm trees spotted in various places and decor that would be a common sight at Hawaiian barbecues. However, of all the sights around, it was the one at the small, personal bar that held the most interest.
She was a hell of a sight. A brunette that had her hair kept in a neat, layered bob that looked even better wet. Her smooth, peach-colored skin was tempting to touch, mesmerizing the eyes. Her body could be considered a picturesque form of perfection. Likewise, her toned, athletic frame was on full display as she bent over the bar just enough that her round ass hung temptingly in the air, her blue two-piece swimsuit barely covering her delicious curves and supple breasts.
The walls surrounded the small paradise, hiding away the activities that the young woman would soon find herself in. At least if you had any say in it. With your partner away on a business trip, there was little stopping you from extending an invitation to the beauty, who gladly accepted.
She seemed to be watching you with her light brown eyes, looking back over her slender shoulder as she bit her lip gently, as if tempting you to approach. A little shake of her luscious rear only seemed to reaffirm that such an idea was also on her mind. With a smirk, you leave your seat by the pool, making your way in her direction, like a predator approaching prey.
She looks back at her drink, as if pretending not to notice the footsteps of your bare feet against the warm concrete coming closer. Sliding up from behind her, you can already hear the faint, quickened breaths of excitement that leave her lips, not seeming to move an inch as she seems to wait in anticipation of what you’ll do. Without having to hesitate, your hands grab at each ass cheek with a firm grip, giving it a rough squeeze as the woman gives a small whimper in response, looking back over her shoulder once more with a playful pout.
“Oh my! You shouldn’t do that! What if your partner comes back home early? What if someone catches us? Mmph…!” She tries to protest in mock disapproval, but another squeeze of her ass silences her, making soft whimpers leave her lips once again.
Your hands start to roam across her frame, tugging lightly at the skimpy blue swimsuit she’s wearing. She starts to wiggle, as if to put up some sort of fight against the invading touches, trying to pull away from your nimble fingers. But as you look down, the act becomes obvious, as you can see small beads of excitement slowly starting to slide down her thighs.
“No…” she seems to protest weakly. As you start to lift the top of her bathing suit, her perky tits are freed immediately from their cloth prison, hanging freely now that they are no longer restrained. A hand reaches out to grab at one of the orbs roughly, kneading your fingers into the soft flesh, causing a soft moan to escape the woman’s throat.
As one hand works at her breasts, the other hand roams to her bikini bottom as you pull it aside. Despite the feeble protests she’s given you so far, you can see her entrance is glistening with the wetness that drips from it freely, almost seeming to beg for more than just the touch of your agile digits.
“No, please, don’t…!” She meekly pleads once more, even though it’s already too late, as you’ve dropped your trunks in one swift motion, letting your cock hang freely in the air.
The tip of your length comes ever closer to her sex before it gently starts to graze along the moist lips, once again causing the woman to moan. It’s louder than before, which makes the woman cover her mouth with a hand. But it does little to mask the whimpers that come once more from her soft, panting lips.
The whimpers quickly turn into moans as you take her from behind, pushing the tip of your cock into her waiting sex. In one slow thrust, you bring her shapely ass to the base of your dick, as the tip is buried deep within her slick, silky tunnel.
“P-please…! What if w-were caught…? Your partner can com—Ah…!” she...