The Pool

Well that was an interesting weekend…

My first year of college, I was looking for some work over the summer so I became a lifeguard. I was certified and did all the appropriate courses to make sure I could perform CPR and administer first aid. Now, every summer I try to keep up my training and I look for work at a lifeguard at community pools or private country clubs.

I prefer the country clubs of course. They serve fantastic meals and the perks are always a step above anywhere else I have worked. One time I received a fifty dollar tip from a grey haired man who enjoyed that I looked after his grand kids. Honestly, I think he was hoping I would do a lot more for that fifty dollars. He would often leer at me while his grand kids were in the pool.

Being leered at is just a part of the job for me. Being out in the sun all day watching the pool gives me a great tan. I take pride in my appearance and I work out regularly. Of course, being a dirty blond and buxom probably gets me some attention as well. Unfortunately, it isn’t always the best kind of attention. More than once I’ve caught the teenage boys rubbing their junk as they stand in the pool. If you are standing waist deep in the pool, staring at me, I can tell you are playing with your junk you little creeps! So gross!

There was another time a sweet woman let me borrow her car for a week after she found out mine had broken down. I was actually terrified to drive it. It was a fifty thousand dollar car and there would have been no way for me to pay back any kind of damage I would have caused. The woman didn’t care. She just wanted me to drive hers until I had saved up enough money to fix my own car. Apparently someone had done something similar for her when she was in college and by enabling her to keep working, she was able to make something of herself. Now she is a millionaire.

I still keep in touch with her and I have always appreciated the lessons she has taught me. She is one of the reasons why I still lifeguard during my summers. She let me sit down with her (very expensive) financial planner once. He gave me some great advice on how to properly invest my money. Ever since then, I have always had goals to work for. After this summer, I will be able to afford my own home, which is no small feat when you live in Los Angeles.

That is why I took whatever job I could over the past few summers. Unfortunately, not all the jobs were as nice as the country clubs.

The community pools aren’t as fun. OK, they aren’t fun at all. Instead of tips I get to deal with puking children, poop in the pool, mothers that scream at me because my cleavage is showing, or having a cop car or two show up because the moms are fighting are just some of the highlights. Oh, and getting to clean out the restrooms is always fun. I wish there was a word to describe what some people do to a public toilet. Disgusting just doesn’t adequately describe what I have seen. At least twice, I came across things in a toilet that were so vile, I literally vomited.

I applied at a lot of country clubs this year but I was hired by a small community “members only” pool. This type of facility is between a country club and a community pool. Basically, for a deposit and a monthly fee you can have access to the pool as long as you obey the rules so it keeps out a lot of the…poop.

It’s a nice enough place. It is surrounded by a tall, brick wall to keep the public out, and it has a decent concession stand. It isn’t fine dining by any means but if you need a burger or a hot dog to get you through a long summer day, it is there for you. Lifeguards get all the beverages we want. I’m not a fan of soda so I just drink their delicious lemonade or iced tea.

People that have to pay a monthly fee are generally more respectful and they tend to behave because they don’t want to lose their deposit. There are still rowdy parties once in a while, but they are definitely limited. At the community pools you have you fish out all the furniture that isn’t bolted down at least once a week. Since I started working at this facility, we only had to do it once, after a graduation party.

Anyway, over the past few months, I’ve noticed one man that is at the pool every Saturday. At first, I didn’t even really notice him. He comes in and sits at the table that is furthest away from the pool. He always wears a hat, reads books or the newspaper, and smokes a pipe. Once in a while he will dive into the pool and then get right back out and go back to his pipe and book.

The first time I really noticed him was when I passed by his table one day. I was picking up towels from around the pool. I picked up a few towels near his table.

He removed his sunglasses and said, “My deepest apologies, Miss. I do hope my pipe has not offended you. I shall put it out if you request I do so.”

He was smoking it outside, the aroma was actually quite nice, and since he asked so respectfully, I let him know it didn’t offend me at all and I kept right on working.

From that point on though, I became very intrigued with the man. Maybe it was his accent or the way he phrased his sentences. Maybe it was seeing his beautiful brown eyes that had previously always been hidden behind dark sunglasses, or maybe it was the smile he gave me. Whatever it was, I needed to learn more about him.

It looked like he was in his mid-forties and he was tall man. My brother is over six foot tall and the man looked to be about the same height as my brother, if not taller. He was thin, but not skinny. It didn’t look like he worked out much, but he was still fit, if that makes sense. When he would take off his hat to swim, I could see he had a full head of brown hair. I would say he was attractive, but his personality made him more attractive. He would often hold the door open for others and you could tell he was genuinely a nice man.

I started asking the other lifeguards what they knew, so I could find out more about him. He was from South Africa, and he would come every Saturday for the past few years. He rarely ever missed a Saturday, even coming during the winter. I found myself looking for him every Saturday, and I would often volunteer to switch with the other girls so I could be at the pool when he was there.

The weekend before last, there were just a few people at the pool on that Saturday, so I did my usual routine and I picked up the towels near his table. He took off his sunglasses, tipped his hat and nodded, and then put his hat back on and resumed reading, slowly placing his sunglasses over his eyes. I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Excuse me. May I sit down,” I asked.

The question seemed to startle him. I don’t think anyone asked to join him in since he had been going to the pool, and it was as if he was taken aback by my request.

“But of course,” he finally said as he sat up straight, put down his pipe, and started to straighten his reading material.

I stared directly into his eyes, but his eyes would only glance at me. He was shy, although he didn’t need to be. I couldn’t figure out why.

“Can I ask you a question?” I finally asked.

“You may,” he replied.

“I noticed you don’t swim much. You’ve probably only been in the pool two or three times since I started working here a few months ago. Why do you pay the dues and come if you don’t like to swim?”

His eyes stopped dancing around and the focused on floor.

He spoke softly and said, “My wife and I moved here from South Africa. When we lived there, I had done rather well for myself and our home had a pool. My wife would swim every single day. I would finish work, drive home, and I would sit and enjoy my evening pipe as she would swim lap after lap.”

His expression then changed. His eyes became less focused.

He continued, “It almost felt unnatural to my fingers when her skin was dry.” He loosely opened his hands, his palms facing upward, his fingers caressing something that was not there. He stopped speaking, his eyes staring into the past, at a very different time and place. “We then moved to America, hoping to have a wonderful new life here. It had always been a fantasy of hers to move to Los Angeles. She thought Hollywood was a magical place and she wanted to be closer to it. She had always supported me in everything I had done, so when I had the means available to me, we moved here.”

He closed his hands and crossed his arms. He stared at the trees that peeked over the brick wall that surrounded the pool.

“What happened to her, your wife?” I finally asked, hoping to bring him back to the table.

He blinked hard a few times.

“Car accident on the 405. They say she ‘died on impact’.” He said the words with emphasis, still unable to understand their meaning. “Anyway, I now come here every weekend, as a memorial if you will. It takes me back to a place and time where I actually enjoyed myself. I often used to…”

The words coming out of his mouth trailed off until he just sat there in silence. He was lost somewhere in the past. I wanted to hug him and hold him. I wanted to tell him that he would find someone new and one day his heart would heal, but it just didn’t feel right to do so.

The silence hung in the air, waiting for the tension to disperse.

I stood up slowly. “I’m very sorry for your loss. I didn’t mean to pry. I just…”

He just kept staring into nothing. I felt horrible for making him feel so bad and sending him to such a painful place. I turned and quickly walked away. He had done nothing but be kind to me, and I had hurt him. The rest of the day, he just sat there, staring into nothing.

Every time I would glance in his direction, he would just break my heart. I wanted to go back in time and just keep my mouth shut. I wanted to erase that brief conversation and just make it go away. I wanted to find a way to make it right.

He left the pool early that day. He didn’t walk out with the normal confidence that I was accustomed to. He almost staggered, as if he was struggling to carry the weight of the past on his shoulders.

That night I went home, drank a bottle of wine and cried as I recalled the sadness that appeared in the man’s eyes. His pain was so obvious and still so intense. As I lay in bed, my head spinning from the Shiraz, I decided I had to help him. I didn’t know how, but I knew I had to help him feel better.

As I started to fall to sleep, it hit me. I knew what I was going to do.

So this Saturday, I waited in anticipation for the South African to arrive. My stomach was in knots and I was very anxious. I hoped that I hadn’t pushed him to go find another pool where he could be left alone without an annoying ditzy blond to ask him stupid questions.

Thankfully, he showed up! He walked in carrying what looked like a grocery bag with handles. I was sitting in the lifeguard tower when he arrived. He stared right at me, smiled and nodded, and then walked over to his table. I was relieved not only to see him, but to see him smiling again. I was so worried he would be upset with me.

He put all of his things down, removed something from the bag, and started to walk toward the pool. He walked around the pool and then right up to the lifeguard tower. I quickly climbed down as he approached. I wanted to apologize and I didn’t want to yell it from on top of Lifeguard Mountain.

As he approached, he moved his arm from behind his back, revealing a beautiful yellow and pink rose. He leaned them forward to me as he smiled.

“My most humble apologies, dear Miss. My departure was completely uncalled for rude, and for that I am sorry,” he said with a smile.

“I was just about to apologize to you!” I replied. “I was so afraid I had offended you.”

“Nonsense. Someone with a heart as big as yours couldn’t offend me. Now, as you may or may not know, the deep pink rose indicates appreciation, and the yellow rose indicates friendship. If you would be so gracious as to allow me to express my appreciation to you for sitting at my table last week as it was the first time anyone has approached me since my wife had passed. It was such a kind gesture, and I hope it will be the beginning of a long friendship.”

He held his hand out to shake mine.

I was so moved that he wasn’t mad at me that I lunged at him and gave him a huge hug. I whispered, “I have a gift for you too, but I have to give it to you after work.”

Releasing him from my tight hug, I thanked him for the beautiful flowers, relieved that everything had been mended and appreciative that he was no longer upset with me.

I excused myself and I put the flowers away with my things and then went back up and sat on the lifeguard tower. From across the pool, the man raised his glass of iced tea, and nodded once more before reading his book.

It was hard to stop smiling as I worked the rest of the day.

I suddenly realized I didn’t even know his name…

—

The hours passed quickly and I made it a point to volunteer to close the pool. I rushed the other lifeguards out early, trying not to be too overt in my attempts to get them to leave.

My South African friend just sat there patiently reading, just like he always did. He completely ignored me until everyone else was gone. When we were alone, he quietly started to pick up towels and straighten the tables and chairs. I rushed around as quickly as possible, locking all of the gates and doors. I only left the door to the concession stand open, but I rolled down the front metal covers and locked them. At this time of night, there was enough light to see inside of the stand, but it wasn’t too bright. I could have left the lights on, but I chose to leave them off on purpose.

Once I had finished everything I needed to do, I ran over and grabbed the pile of towels that he had gathered for me, tossed them in the bin, and then ran back to where he was standing. I softly grabbed him by the hand and led him into the concession stand.

I traded placed with him so I would be by the door. I made him take two steps back and then slowly took two steps back, leaving some room between us. This area of the concession stand is only ten or twelve feet long, and a few feet wide. On my left was the front counter with a few cash registers, and the appliances to cook the food. the hot dog maker, the condiment trays, etc., sat on a very narrow counter to my right.

“Last weekend I felt horrible for making you so sad. I really wanted to get you something,” I said softly. “I thought about it all week and I think I found the perfect gift for you.”

I pulled my hoodie over my head, revealing my red, one piece, lifeguard bathing suit. I pulled the strap over my left shoulder, and then down over my arm. I then pulled the right strap over my right shoulder and pulled the bathing suit down to my waist. I stood there, topless, and I let him look me over. I could see that he started to breathe a little heavier.

“I really don’t know…” he started to say.

I held my finger up to my lips to quiet him. I then licked my lips and I slowly pushed the bathing suit down over my hips, and down my tanned thighs. When it passed my knees, it fell to the floor.

I stood up slowly, letting him see me completely nude. I had made it a point to be completely shaven for him. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to be unencumbered when I gave him my gift.

“This isn’t your gift yet,” I said, nearly whispering, noticing my own voice was trembling.

I turned and walked toward the pool. The cool night air wrapped around my naked skin causing me to shiver slightly. I placed both feet at the edge of the pool, turned and looked of my shoulder and my admirer, winked, and then turned back toward the water and dove in. The warm water instantly warmed my cold flesh and being completely nude in the pool was so erotic and enticing. Before I surfaced, I wondered if I should change my plan and have him join me in here. I had never been skinny dipping before, and it was extremely liberating. I was rather excited as my head surfaced and I drew the cold night air into my lungs.

Swimming over to the ladder, I noticed how good it felt to have the water rush over my naked ass as I swam. It was a sensation that I had never noticed before and I enjoyed it. Unfortunately, as I climbed up the ladder and exited the pool, I realized just how cold the evening air was becoming. I ran back to the concession stand as quickly as I could, ran inside, and slammed the door behind me.

I stood there, naked and dripping wet. I put my hands and arms by my side so he could see every inch of me. I don’t know what was making my nipples harder, the cold or the fact that I was very excited to have a complete stranger looking at me.

I finally spoke up as I stood there, shivering. “I’m not your wife. I will never replace your wife. I know she was an amazing woman.” I slowly started to walk toward him. “But I know there was one gift that I could think of that only a woman could give you.” I stopped when I was very close to him. “You can touch my wet skin, anywhere you want. For the next ten seconds, ten minutes, or ten hours, I am completely yours. I will go back to the pool as many times as you like. You can touch me as much as you like, until the sun comes up.

He stood there in shock. In reality, I think he was afraid to move. There was a woman who was half his age that just completely undressed and offered herself to him. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a normal, everyday event for him.

Slowly, he reached out his hand, and softly dragged his right forefinger down my right arm. From my shoulder to the forearm, his finger slid over my wet skin. I closed my eyes and exhaled. It gave me the shivers…in a good way.

He then reached out with both hands and slowly and softly grabbed both arms and slid his hands down over my shoulders, and down the length of my arms.

It felt so good to have his warm hands on me. I was wet, cold and very nervous to offer myself to this stranger, but his motions were slow and his touch was tender. It put both of us at ease. I could see a peace come over him, a peace that I had never seen in all the days he had come to the pool.

Very softly, placed his fingers on the inside of my elbows and indicated for me to raise my arms. I slightly tilted my head to one side as I raised my arms up over my head. He then placed his hands on my hips and turned me slowly, until my back was to him. He then placed only his fingers on my shoulders, and softly started to run them down my back, touching as many of the droplets that he could find. Back and forth and up and down, his fingers caressed my skin. Over muscles and bones, his fingers found what they were looking for, wet skin to touch and caress.

When his fingers reached my waist, he slid them around my hips to my tummy. It tickled, but I only exhaled. I didn’t want to laugh or do anything to cause him to stop. He opened the palms of his hands and slid them over my tummy and then he moved them back and forth across my stomach as they slowly slid higher and higher.

His hands moved over my stomach, ribs, and then right under my breasts. As his hands softly cupped my breasts, his warm lips kissed my neck. I exhaled heavily. He had found my weak spot. I slowly lowered my hands behind me and played with his hair as his lips kissed the wet skin on my neck and his hands softly squeezed my breasts. I let out a soft moan when his fingers started to play with my rock hard nipples.

It felt so good to have an experienced man’s hands on me. The last boyfriend I was intimate with would only touch me for only thirty seconds before he was trying to poke me with his penis.

That was not what was happening today. This man was slow, patient, and he seemed to enjoy every second he was touching me. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, all at the same time.

His lips softly kissed from my neck, up behind my ear. I lowered my hands until they covered his and I squeezed his hands around my ample breasts, showing him I wanted to be grabbed, showing him I was ready for more than being caressed.

As his lips nibbled on my ear, I took his right hand and I slid it down over my breast, over my stomach and I placed his hand onto my hot pussy. I wanted him to explore every inch of me. And I wanted it sooner rather than later.

His left breast continued to massage my breast, but his right hand was motionless. I was starting to ache as the heat from his hand penetrated my cold skin. Then, very subtly, the finger that was over my clit, twitched. I let out another soft moan.

I slowly arched my back until my ass grazed the material of his swimsuit. His finger twitched again, and I leaned back a little more. His hard cock pressed against my ass, and I licked my lips. His finger twitched again and it was all driving me mad. I started to breathe heavy and I was losing patience. I wanted and needed more. His fingers on my left nipple, his fingers teasing my clit, his lips on my ear, his cock against my ass were all a wonderful, wonderful tease.

His finger twitched again and I whimpered. I reached down with both hands and I placed both hands over his right hand. I manipulated his hand and I pushed his hand further between my legs and then I pushed his finger between my pussy lips. I gyrated my hips slightly, to make sure his finger was coated in my creamy juices, and then I pulled his hand up, and I quickly turned around to face him. I then looked him straight in the eye as I put his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it softly. I started to suck on his finger, the same way I would suck on a cock, in and out of my mouth slowly, taking it into my mouth a little deeper each time.

I took his finger out of my mouth and I was starting to go down to my knees, when, in one quick, but smooth motion, he lifted me up under my arms and sat me on the counter.

He stared at my breasts for a moment as he reached behind my back and placed his hands on my back behind my breasts. He then devoured me. His hands pulled me forward, causing me to arch my back as his mouth indulged in my breasts. He was no longer restrained. The drug of my flesh was now coursing through his veins and he was losing control as the drug mixed with his lust.

His mouth covered my left nipple and he sucked on my nipple as his tongue flicked it. He then kissed and sucked all over my left breast, and then moved his way over to my right breast and nipple. Having his tongue on me made ever wetter than I already was. I pulled his head into me as I arched my back. I loved behind the object of his desire. I loved being devoured.

I then noticed that he was kissing and sucking the remaining water droplets that were on my skin. Starting at the right breast, he slowly worked his way to my chest, and then he slowly lowered himself down between my breasts, down my stomach, and he continued downward, finding every single drop in his patch.

His hands moved from behind my back to my hips, and he pushed back on my hips, so I leaned backward and rested on my elbows. I slowly raised my legs, putting my left heel on the counter, and putting my right foot on his left shoulder. I spread my legs wide, hoping there were many more droplets for him to find.

He made his way down my tummy and then kissed directly over my clit, causing me to gasp and whimper. He then softly kissed my shaved pussy lips, and then started to search for droplets along my inner thighs, first on my left leg, and then on my right.

Can’t you see how wet I am? Doesn’t your tongue want my droplets?

He once again kissed my pussy lips, and then slowly dragged his tongue over my slit, from the bottom to the top, stopping only to softly kiss over my clit again. It made me intensely crave for him to be inside of me, and I wanted nothing more than to hop off of the counter and ride him hard and fast.

I’m glad I didn’t. The next few minutes were amazing. It was the best oral I have ever received in my life. His tongue swirled around my clit over and over, and then he softly sucked on my clit, making my toes curl and making me grind myself into his delicious mouth. His tongue didn’t slurp all over me, instead he worked hard to please me with his mouth. Although, I can’t really say it was work for him because he seemed to be doing it effortlessly.

I closed my eyes and lay down completely on the counter, but the counter was too narrow, causing my head to hang free over the edge, my long hair flowing out toward the ground. The cold counter top would have made my nipples hard again if they had not already been hard from being so aroused.

My delicious man reached up and grabbed my right breast with his left hand as his right middle finger pressed against me. As he softly sucked on my clit, he slowly slid his finger inside of me. I moaned as I stretched around his finger. I moaned for finally having him inside of me. I moaned as my aching pussy was finally able to engulf…

He turned his finger over inside of me, and then softly caressed my g-spot as his tongue twirled around my throbbing clit. As he sucked on my clit, his tongue first teased the tip, and his tongue would then make a wave against my clit, and at the same time he started to rub my g-spot harder. His tongue and fingers applied more pressure rapidly, sending the sensitive nerve endings into a frenzy.

My tummy tightened and I nearly sat straight up from the intense pleasure that was coming from between my legs. I grabbed the back of his head and started to buck my hips, quickly realizing it threw off his amazing rhythm, so I fought every urge to move and instead I lifted my legs from the counter and spread them so he could do as he pleased. With my right hand behind his head, and only my head moving back and forth as I flinched from the intense pleasure, my long blond hair quickly moved in front of my face. I tried desperately not to thrash too much and pull myself away from his amazing tongue.

The orgasm grew quickly within me. I could tell right away that it was going to be fierce. I was so looking forward to the wonderful euphoria that this man was coaxing out of me with his mouth. My anticipation grew as the orgasm continued to grow in intensity. I started to moan loudly and then I started to yell. I was just about to cum when my South African started to do something different with his finger and mouth.

He timed my orgasm perfectly and as soon as I started to cum. I was in the middle of the most intense orgasm of my life and he stimulated me in just the right way to make the orgasm last a long longer than normal. I let out a long, slow yell as the most intense part of my orgasm lingered. My legs shook, my stomach twitched, and I stopped breathing. Whichever muscles weren’t completely tense were shaking uncontrollably.

After what seemed like forever, his fingers stopped, which broke the spell he had on me. I sucked in a huge breath and let out the loudest, most intense moan ever. It echoed inside of the small concession stand.

I lay on the counter, twitching and trying to find my sanity. The euphoria was so intense that it made it hard to even think. I remember laying there, whimpering and curling up in a semi ball, blocked by the cash registers from completely curling into a ball. Usually, my orgasm will subside quickly, but this was just…different. Everything about it was prolonged. The pinnacle was much longer, and it seemed to take forever to subside.

When I did finally manage to get my wits about me, I realized my new lover was no longer between my legs. I looked down and he was leaning against the counter with both hands, and he was just smiling at me.

“Did you do that to…to your wife?” I stammered. The fog of orgasm was still thick in my mind.

“Yes.”

“That was amazing,” was all I could manage to say.

He spoke softly, “Please, one more time in the pool?”

After that, I’ll do whatever you fucking want!

“Yes, of course I will,” I replied.

He helped me down off the counter and with wobbly legs I walked outside. This time I was far too hot to even notice the cool air. I dove into the pool, letting the cold water wash over me and instantly cool my hot flesh.

Walking back into the concession stand I had no idea what was next, and I didn’t care. After that orgasm he could do whatever he wanted with me. I completely trusted him.

At the same time, I was envious of his wife. She was a lucky woman to have such an amazing lover. With his heart being so desperately broken, I’m sure she was amazing as well.

I closed the door to the stand behind me, and stood before him dripping wet, just as I had been before. I could see the bulge in his pants. I walked toward him slowly and started to reach for his pants. He softly deflected my arms and spun me around so once again my back was to him.

“If you don’t mind, I would prefer you this way,” he said.

“Why?” I whispered over my shoulder.

He leaned in very close and spoke softly, “My wife and I had an amazingly intimate connection. We often made love while staring into each others eyes. I…” He rested his head on my shoulder. “I just can’t. I hope you understand.”

“Take me whatever way you wish,” is all I could say in return. I admired that he still had that connection to her and respected her so much. I bent over and spread my legs, waiting for him to use me as he pleased.

I turned and faced the counter and leaned over as far as I could in the narrow walkway. I folded my arms on the counter so I could rest my head against them. I was still woozy and lightheaded from the insane orgasm and I wanted to rest for a moment as my mystery lover prepared himself. I spread my legs and went up on my tippy-toes to give him a nice view and easy access to my aching pussy.

Instead of having his cock jammed into me as I anticipated, his fingers started to once again dance over the wet flesh on my back. I went down off of my tippy-toes and I closed my eyes and enjoyed feeling his fingers dance left, right, up, and down over my wet skin. His fingertips seemed to soak up every sensation as they skimmed over the surface, feeling every muscle, exploring every curve. He gave me the chills more than once as I became very, very relaxed.

I finally heard him unzip his pants. He placed one hand on me left hip, placed the hot tip of his cock between my pussy lips, and then gripped my right hip with his right hand. He then started a long, slow slide into me. He didn’t pull out once and push back in, rather, with steady pressure he just allowed himself to sink into me slowly.

I gasped when I felt his girth stretched me. I moaned as inch by delicious inch slowly penetrated me. I let out a soft yell as he completely filled me.

And then he stopped.

He exhaled heavily, his breath washing over my back just as the water had done in the pool. He moved his hands to my waist and gripped me tightly. When I tried to move my hips, his grip grew even tighter.

“Please. Don’t move. You’ll make me cum,” he said. His voice was quivering in that way when you are really, really turned on.

Amazing. One thrust and I’ve made him want to cum.

It only turned me on more that I was able to bring him to climax so quickly. I peeked over my shoulder, “It’s OK, you can cum,” I said as I tried to move.

“Please. I don’t want it over so fast. I want to savor you.”

Savor me? No one has ever said anything like that to me…

I held perfectly still.

He took in a few breaths and then slowly pulled out, and thrust into me again. Over and over, he would slide out…and slide back in. The deliberate thrusts were driving me mad. I could feel and hear how wet I was and I wanted him to slam himself into me but-

Savor me.

He slowly started to thrust in a little harder, and a little faster, and it was welcomed. I very subtly pushed back against him as he thrust into me to make him go deeper inside of me.

Harder and harder he started to thrust as he gained control over his orgasm, until he was soon thrusting into me hard and fast. The slow build up was mind blowing. No one had ever done that to me before and I was so erotic to have to wait for him.

Then…the anger and sadness took over.

He slapped my right ass hard, my skin stinging because it had still been wet when he spanked me. I let out a yell and clenched down hard around him.

“Spank me again,” I blurted out.

He obliged, making my toes curl as the pain shot through my right ass cheek.

He started to thrust so hard that I had to push myself back away from the counter to keep from being rammed into it over and over.

“Why?” he grunted.

Before I could answer he slapped my ass again hard, and then put both hands on my shoulders and started to pound me from behind. His balls started to slap my clit as he rammed me hard and fast.

“Why!?” he asked again. His voice was strained.

He reached around and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard as he continued to fuck me as fast as he could. He then grabbed my arms above the elbows.

“Why!?!” he yelled.

I had no idea why he was asking, but I couldn’t answer. He was fucking me so hard it felt like the tip of his cock was coming up my and out of my throat. I could only manage guttural yells to his question.

He then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back to him, and as he was forced to slow to thrust into me at the odd angle our bodies were in, he put his lips next to my left ear. His voice was soft and cracking.

“Why? Why did you leave me, my love? Why did you abandon me on that freeway? Why did you leave me all alone in this evil world to long for you day and night? Do you know how much I miss you?” His voice became louder “Do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how many nights I cry for you, and wish it had been ME on that freeway?” He never broke his rhythm as he continued to fuck me and pull my hair. He became even louder. “Don’t you know how much I loved YOU? Don’t you know I LOVE YOU!?”

The words were full of anguish. He finally let go of my hair and he grabbed my shoulders and fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. His hard, hot shaft plunged into me hard and fast, ramming my insides and making me scream like I’ve never screamed before. His thrusts were knocking me off balance and if his hands hadn’t been pulling back on my shoulders, I would have easily collapsed onto the floor in a pile of naked flesh.

I didn’t moan, I grunted. My breasts bounced hard and fast against my chest and my soaked pussy was being slammed into over and over. Our skin slapped together to make the more wonderful percussion. I remember looking between my legs for just a moment, and noticed the glistening droplets of my pussy juice that were now on the floor. He pounded me so hard and fast, I was literally dripping.

His cock started to swell inside of me. I readied myself for what was to come. I was right to be prepared. He thrust himself deep and hard into me a half dozen times, and then shoved himself into me as deep as possible.

That nanosecond lasted forever…

His hot cum crashed into me with such force that I was instantly full of his hot cum. He pulled out, and shoved himself in again, and another gush of hot cum flooded into me.

The moment was too much. His hot cum sent me over the edge. I felt my orgasm rush into me almost as fast as he cum did. I let out a yell that was nearly deafening. By his third thrust, our orgasms were in sync. I was spasming around him as he slid out, pulling every drop of cum out of his thick shaft, and then he would slam himself back into me again to shoot more cum inside of me.

I overflowed. Our cum spilled out of me and slowly dripped onto the floor, and down the insides of my thighs, and all over his thighs.

He collapsed on my back and we both struggled to catch our breath. He slowly pushed himself off of me and slid out of me.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he said as he stood there, panting, looking awkwardly around for an answer to what had just transpired.

I turned and threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I could feel him oozing out of me as I held onto him. “There is no reason to apologize. I understand completely.”

He hugged me in return.

We eventually cleaned ourselves and dressed. I put my hand on the door handle and paused. I turned and looked him directly in the eye.

“This Saturday, I will give you ten seconds, ten minutes, or ten hours to do anything you wish to me. Will you be here?”

He smiled and said, “Absolutely. For her…and for you.”

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