"N-Now you just get out of here," she stammered unconvincingly. "This has gone far enough." The tremor in her voice belied her words. She didn't really want this to stop. She wanted this brazen young man, wanted him desperately.
Carl reached out and took hold of the hand she was using to keep her breasts covered. Gently, he took her hand away, baring her large, firm tits.
He drew her forward, away from the wall, and the bar of sunlight across her moved upward, from her hips to her midriff, until it fell across the white globes of her breasts. The twin mounds stood out proudly. Her large nipples stood up tensely with excitement in the exact center of the areolas.
Sue stood with her head hanging slightly, her eyes closed, filled with shame and horror. Her hands were dangling at her sides. But still, she kept her back straight, her shoulders back, so her tits thrust out, and didn't sag at all.
"Beautiful," Carl breathed softly. He reached out and touched one big mound reverently. He brushed his fingers over the tip, making her nipple burn with excitement. Lovingly, he let his fingers circle over the top, down the outside, then under and back up the inside of one beautiful orb. Her upward-tilted nipple was a hard, sharp, demanding peak.
The top to Sue's suit dropped to the floor with a soggy plop, forgotten. She was squeezing her eyes shut against tears of shame as she let herself be caressed.
Then Carl brought both hands into play, lifting her breasts, marveling at their full, warm weight. He cupped them, intrigued that they were too large for his hands to cover. He thought of the young girls, the teenagers that were his usual prey, and found them wanting. Youth was one thing, but this was a full-grown woman he was caressing, full-busted and experienced.
His hard-on was agonizingly painful from the confinement of his tight jock strap and swim suit. Certain of his ultimate victory now, he released Sue, and untied the string at the waist of his suit. Hooking his thumbs in the tight nylon, he pushed it down, calmly and confidently stripping himself naked. His rock-hard cock surged out eagerly toward Sue.
Sue's eyes fastened on that tower of gristle, that stabbing shaft of masculine desire. It was gorgeous. It was the only thing in the world she really wanted. It held her paralyzed with desire. It was a shadowy bar in the dimness, illuminated by the light reflected from her breasts as she faced him.
Carl reached for Sue's waist, gripped it, and drew her in toward him. His cock poked her in the stomach, and he shifted. The stiff rod of gristle tipped upward, sliding up her stomach as he drew her in against him. His ready prick was an iron hard lava hot bar between his hard flat stomach and her soft tender one. Her breasts touched his smooth, hairless chest, her nipples scraping his skin. Then those lush mounds were flattening like twin cushions. He was pressing her tightly against himself, until at last her arms responded, and went around his lean, hard body. Ashamed of the lust that was blazing through her, Sue had her head sideways against his chest. His chin just cleared the top of her head. She could hear he hot rush of his breathing with the ear she had pressed against his chest. She could hear the terrifying pounding of his heart. Her breasts ached with desire. Her crotch was a hot sticky swamp between her thighs.
Carl slid his hands down Sue's back, under the edge of the remaining half of her suit. He pressed his hands down inside the bottom of her suit until he had gained possession of her soft warm asscheeks. He pressed her pubic mound against him tightly.
Sue let her pelvis tilt to press her pussy against him more intimately. She was no longer making any attempt at all to conceal her desperate sexual need. She was going to be fucked by this man, this insolent stud. She knew she was going to be just another of his conquests, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the brutal cock she could feel against her stomach. All that mattered was that she would get that wonderful, filling, satisfying thing thrust into her starving cunt.
Carl premed the bottom of her suit down, lowering it, thrusting it down over the full swell of her buttocks. The front of it resisted, then slipped down over her belly, until she felt her pussy being exposed. She had pulled away from him enough to let him strip her, and she felt cool air and the splatter from the shower touching her thick, red pubic bush.
Carl stopped when he had her suit bunched around her upper thighs. He had shown her what he wanted. Now it was up to her to finish the tank. He was not going to kneel before her to push her suit down the rest of the way.
Sue hooked her thumb in her suit and shoved it down her legs. She felt more naked than she ever had in her life. It was an act of total submission, this stripping off of her last covering, her last protection. She felt the spray of the water sting her bare flank, felt cool air caressing her pussy and her ass.
She stepped out of the soggy tangle around her ankles, and stood submissively in front of the aroused lifeguard. No longer was she just undressed by his imagination. Now she was really naked in front of him. She wondered if she measured up to his speculation. Did she look as good naked as he had imagined?
Carl said nothing, just stared at the naked woman in front of him. She was more beautiful more desirable than he had imagined. He had expected at least a small pot on her, but there was none. Her stomach was as trim and flat as a teenager's. Her breasts were full and mature, but didn't have any sag to speak of, just enough to show how full and heavy they were.
She stood with her shapely legs pressed tightly together, her hands at her sides. Nestled into the intersection of her thighs was a thick, exciting, dark-red triangle. Carl gathered her in, and drove [missing text].
Moving forward, her back against the wall. He pinned her warm body against the wall with his hard bulk. Her arms were around him, her body yielding and submissive as he brought his lips down on hers for another demanding kiss. She was responding, thrusting back with her own tongue. Her thighs spread to admit one of his, and he could feel her pubic bush as she pressed her hot, hungry aunt against him. She was obviously blazing hot for him. He had not read her mood wrong. He had a sixth sense that told him when a woman was vulnerable, and many of them around here were. The young chicks were eager to experiment, to learn, and he was more than willing to teach them. Some of the older women approached him, propositioned him. Bored suburban housewives out for a thrill, many of them bold enough to come right out and ask. Others were just waiting to be plucked from the beaches.
He had had his eye on this one far a long time. He had been able to spot that red hair of hers from clear across the pool, even when there was a crowd. Time after time he had mentally peeled her naked. The reality was even better. He had always had the feeling that this one was one he was not going to get. There had been something different about her, an aura of total confidence and satisfaction that was like an armor-plated shield. He had known she would never come to him. And he also knew that if he had just come up to her and asked, she would have laughed in his face, and brushed him off as if he were a child.
But that had been a month ago. Then something about her had begun to change. For some reason, her invulnerable self-confidence had begun to fade. There had been something about her that had told him that things were changing, that Mrs. Sue Anderson was coming on the market, that he was going to get a shot at her. When she had left the pool today and headed for the lockers, he had gotten Stan to take his place and followed her. It was earlier than she usually left the pool, maybe that had been his hint. At any rate, he had known that today was the day to make his move.
And now he was feeling her soft, warm, hungry body against his. Well, he was going to give it to her. He was going to love giving it to her. This was one piece of ass he was going to really, really enjoy.