I know I’m playing a dangerous game, but I just can’t help it. We’ve been flirting. Have we been flirting? Surely I haven’t mistaken the signs—the stolen glances, the way his eyes skate over my breasts, to my mound, I haven’t been imagining things I’m sure. And when he passed me this morning with his group of friends, easy banter flowing between them, I certainly did not mistake the way the back of his hand brushed against mine and how he’d turned to watch me walk away. I’d turned too and I most definitely saw a bulge twitching at his groin through his crew pants. He’d casually re-joined his group and sauntered off to wherever they went just before lunchtime every day.
I lick my lips, pointing my toes, loving the flex and stretch up my calf. I’ve been luxuriating in the sun all afternoon, taking occasional cool dips in the crystal swimming pool. This place is paradise. The sun heating my bones, the current view heating my loins. Certainly, I’d been randy all day picturing him between my strong thighs, writhing against my passion as I took my pleasures in his mouth—oh god, I’d almost had to take myself off to my villa to ease my sexual want. I was so tortured by visions of him teasing and tantalising—and now, as I’d just finished sipping on my margarita, who’d slipped into the pool terrace, looking absolutely gorgeous? Yes, Him. I was a voyeur for sure now, and he was the sexual fantasy.
The pool area was now joyfully free of another soul, the early evening lull where people went off to prepare for the nightlife to come. It was charged with possibility—I had felt the delicious release of arousal as he’d come in, giving me a quick nod in acknowledgement then he’d sat on the poolside dipping his lithe lower legs into the water without another glance. God almighty, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He must!
He’s so close I can smell his sun-warmed scent drifting to me—pheromones carried on the gentle breeze. Fuck. It’s animalistic, my pussy clenches and a shiver passes over my shoulders and down my spine, as I think of the outdoor sex we could have.
The atmosphere is electric, can he feel it? He has to, surely!
Turn around, I will with my mind, turn around and see me. He’s cast a spell on me. I can’t keep my eyes off him, his broad shoulders, they’re firm and his shirt strains slightly over the muscular form. He is so effortless in his assured sexual confidence—it oozes out of every pore.
I’m simpering now, I’m a hot mess of arousal and dripping desire. Dare I call him over? I just can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, my hand creeps down to my crotch. I drag up my summery dress twisting the hem and balling it to my waist. I find the fabric of my cotton pants and wriggle my fingers down into the gusset. My pussy lips are plump and juicy, already ripe for the fucking. I trail my middle finger into my slit, I’m slick with moisture. Slippery and wet, hot and aching, my cunt throbs. I spread my legs wide and edge my ass forward to the edge of the chair.
Turn the fuck around. He must hear me, my breath is ragged and filthy, he can surely smell my need—I can smell his.
He’s playing with me, it is driving me wild, his lack of interest is making me desperate. Well if he’s not going to come and pay me attention, I’ll just have to do it myself. I reach up and grab my tits, I’m blessed with beautiful big voluptuous breasts—they’ve given me much solo pleasure in the past. I rub, my nipples grazing onto the inside of my dress, scrunching my flesh up with it, squeezing hard wishing it was his strong fists groping and teasing, grabbing me.
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Oh and to have his cock in my hand, the thoughts I conjure in my mind’s eye has me practically whimpering. I thrust my thighs wide and plunge my hands back into my knickers, pushing two fingers easily into my pussy, pulsing in and out while I catch my clit with the heel of my palm. Oh yes, that’s what I’m craving. I’ve never felt my cunt so wet and slippery, I might even bring myself off right here, right now, before he even turns around. There’s something a little humiliating about it which only fuels my want further. To think he’s deliberately not turning knowing full well what’s going on behind him makes me want to fall to my knees at his feet and slap him all at once. Oh to sink onto that dick. From the bulge I witnessed earlier it would take some effort to fit it in. My throat, my pussy, even my arse. Stretched and eager to please him, sizzling with need, shame, excitement, oh fuck, he knows precisely what he’s doing. The fucking hot teasing bastard.
I smile, pulling my lower lip between my teeth as I twist my pelvis up to get more purchase into my sopping hole. My cunt clutches as spasms around my fingers, oh god.
Right, I sit up untying my dress and pulling it down, might as well go for it. If he watches or ignores me, I don’t even care anymore, I want to see my tits bounce and move as I fuck myself. I drag my top-down letting them fall onto my chest. I love my breasts. Now they are even more magnificent, the areola browned and inviting from a day bathing in the sun, and my nipples have darkened to a delicious peak, tight and hard. They are super sensitive and I want his teeth around them, biting and nipping, I pinch them, almost too hard, he’d do that too. He’d take me to the point I almost cry out, pushing me to the brink of what I can think I can take, then just that tiny bit further. Ahhh yes, there it is. Fuck that brutal streak, wicked, dominant, hot. I release my nipples then dive back to my knickers, standing to pull them off and kick them away. I hitch my dress up over my hips and lie back in the chair, thick cushions all around, cocooning me, holding me in place as I writhe in my own pleasures.
Why won’t he just look round? I’m naked from the waist down, legs spread wide, my pussy must be glistening in the dipping afternoon sun. Light reflects and sparkles off the pool surface as he languidly rolls his legs, forming circles and ripples. Spreading wider to the edges, glinting sunlight throwing out spells and shimmering want.
I rub my clit with my right hand, harder, it’s not enough—I plunge two fingers from my left inside while I’m frigging, trying to fill myself up, the way he might fill me up. But he’d give me so much more than I can give myself, I thrust and slide, harder, fucking deeper spreading, daring him to look. I gasp, inhale and gasp again. I’m close, I’m close to coming right here behind him as he ignores me.
It is hot as fuck. Oh god, I’m teetering on the edge. My hot body is damp all over with perspiration and I writhe back into the pillows, holding tight into my cunt, pulsing, bucking, tensing, I squeal out, unable to keep quiet. My orgasm finally breaks me, making me come undone at his mercy. Oh yes, there you go, you wicked, wicked beautiful man.
I stare right at him as I shudder out the last of my climax, slowing the frigging to a sensual massage, easing my fingers up and around, still hoping he’ll turn around and finish me off with his big fat dick.
Steady, I might start up again. I finally stop rubbing and pull my legs back together, achingly slowly, giving him time to see the spectacle of my freshly come cunt all open and ready for a cock.
Ah well, it seems he isn’t going to look…
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I know what she’s doing, how could I not? I hear her wriggling, the wet noises of her pounding her own pussy with her perfectly manicured fingers. Oh I know all right. From the minute we brushed hands earlier this afternoon I’ve known exactly how today is going to end.
I also know because there’s a window in the villa open to just the right angle where I can watch her reflection, watch her watching me as she opens her legs and wills me to look round. Do you know how hard this is for me? God damn it, she’s fucking hot. One of those women who ooze sex appeal and confidence, and wisdom, they know who they are and what they want and it’s fucking irresistible. She knows exactly what she desires and how to get it. I just don’t want it to be too easy this time, I get the feeling she usually just has to snap her fingers and men literally fall to their knees in front of her. Worship her, eat her pussy while she smiles satisfactorily above. Yes, of course, I will do the same, of course, my prick is practically bursting from my shorts, it’s kind of agonising but I just want to hold a little power over her before I surrender completely.
I mean, fuck, man, she’s spread her legs wideout in the swimming pool, she is shameless, she doesn’t seem to give a fuck who could walk in. Maybe that’s the appeal, a bit of the exhibitionist about her. That’s fine by me.
I tilt my head so she won’t be able to tell by the reflection in the window that I’m watching. If she could see inside my mind, the image would be a far cry from this cool, aloof exterior I’m trying to maintain.
Oh shit, I can hear the wet sounds her pussy is making as she fingers herself. It makes my mouth water, I want to plunge my tongue in there too, get lost in her dripping folds. I twist my ass trying to shake off the hard-on pressing so tightly to my groin, ugh. There is movement in my balls, that deep pulling up and clenching that sends a twitch to my cock. What if she makes me come in my pants right here right now?
The thought has me teetering on the brink and I’m so close turning to round and giving her what she wants when she gives out a gasp, the kind that signals a release. She has actually brought herself off right behind me, her face is like the cat that got the cream, well she’s not got my cream yet, she’ll have to wait for that.
Ah fuck, I lift my sunglasses and look down to my crotch where a small dark wet spot is spreading, damn. I do release quite a lot of precum and this is no exception. Since the action behind me is over, for now, I don’t want her to see my accident so I slip into the cool pool to disguise the stain as water and go for a swim. It feels so good, I dive right under imagining myself swimming in her juices, wrapping myself up in the smell of her wet cunt. Fuck, my breath is held high in my chest and I have to surface quickly letting it out, trying not to show how rapid the inhale is to catch up. With my hard-on subsiding at last I turn and look over to her. She has covered herself up and is looking at me knowing full well I’m going to come over there and fuck her silly. I take one more dive and fluidly make it to the other side in one long stroke. I breach the surface, sliding right out and onto the side of the pool as elegantly as I ever did. I hide a smile I’m very pleased with how that went.
She’ll be absolutely dripping now. Her eyes skate across my torso as I ease up to standing. I begin walking as if to just leave, detecting the hint of panic in her expression I was looking for, then reach down to her discarded panties and lift them to my face before turning to stare full in her eyes.
She gives me a look, lifting her eyebrow as if she knows my game, well we know each other’s that’s for sure. I inhale the damp sweet hot fragrance of her sex then throw the sodden fabric over to her. She catches them and looks to my cock which is once more well and truly standing to attention, the head almost breaching the waistband. If fact, I’d say by the look in her eye that it has. I glance down, the shining dome is caught between my abdomen and flies, held tight, the crushing sensation is not altogether uncomfortable, but will need to be relieved soon.
Which one of us is going to break this spell of silence?
Which one of us?
The End
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