“Sure did,” he said with a sigh.
“Regrets?” I faced him and asked seriously. It was a big deal to write off your family so abruptly. It wasn’t as if we had been together very long. I wouldn’t blame him if he was feeling a little overwhelmed.
“Not a one,” he whispered in conviction before pressing me against the wall and making love to my mouth with his tongue. Rather than choosing words, he put everything into that kiss to explain how he was feeling. It was beautiful.
Chase reluctantly broke the kiss when the elevator doors opened and took my hand in his as we made our way through the lobby, completely oblivious to everyone watching us. Stopping at the glass doors, he asked with a serious look on his face, “Can we still have women in the bedroom every now and then?”
“Definitely,” I said on a chuckle. “It’s not just me teaching you new things.”
He winked at me and smiled. “Then no regrets.”
I smacked him on his ass and we both laughed as we made our way out into the sunshine.
Together.
CAT AND MOUSE
ONE
Saturday, July 8 th
The sun beat down heavily on me as I sat out on the patio. I wiped the sweat beading on my brow and took a sip of the ice cold lemonade. Sitting back in my chair, I crossed my legs and pressed my thighs together at the sight before me.
The man cleaning my pool that afternoon was eye candy of the finest variety. He had dark blonde hair, cut short and worn in a trendy yet messy style. His eyes were as crystal blue as the water in the pool. And he was tall—at least six foot four.
With each movement of his arms, his biceps flexed and strained against his tight t-shirt. His khaki shorts hung just right off his hips, allowing me to see his sexy “V” whenever his shirt rode up.
Fishing an ice cube out of my glass, I slowly brought it to my mouth, sucking on it before trailing it over my heated skin.
The man’s eyes watched as I slowly moved the ice down my neck and over my collarbone, before sweeping it down my cleavage. I dropped the sliver of ice that remained into the top of my bikini to cool myself off. His face grew dark as my nipples tightened from the coolness of the liquid.
Who knew pool cleaning could be such an aphrodisiac?
My mouth hung open when the man reached behind his shoulders and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, revealing a tanned and toned chest. Drool collected at the corners of my mouth as my eyes drifted lower, spending some time at his happy trail before dipping down even lower to the front of his shorts.
Good lord he was hung if the size of the bulge pressing against the material was anything to go by.
I took another gulp of lemonade when he turned back to his task, leaving me all hot and bothered without even saying a word.
All too soon, he began packing up to leave. I shook myself from my daydream of being spread out on a pool lounger with him between my legs, licking my pussy with a strong and highly skilled tongue.
I wanted his attention. For him to say something to me. Make contact of some kind. I was practically begging for it, and that wasn’t how I usually rolled. Apparently his playing hard to get was a bigger turn on for me than I had counted on.
Before I knew it, he was exiting the backyard through the side gate, leaving me squirming in my seat. My imagination had always been a vivid one, and it being in overdrive, thanks to the pool boy, had me aroused beyond belief.
Knowing I was alone, I lifted my foot and set it on the edge of lounger next to mine, opening myself up to slip my hand under my bikini bottom. Finding my clit swollen and achy, I rubbed circles around it, only stopping long enough to dip my finger inside my pussy, then spread my wetness up around my clit. Within minutes, visions of my hot, sexy pool cleaner had me coming in a blinding rush.
*****
Later that evening, I was cleaning the kitchen when I felt a strange vibe. Almost like I was being watched. It made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and a chill crawl up my spine.
Folding the towel I’d been holding, I set it on the sink and looked out the window. Night had fallen making it harder to see outside, so I reached over and shut off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Leaning forward, I peered out into the backyard but didn’t see anything unusual.
Shrugging the sensation off, I padded on bare feet into the living room and sat down in front of the television. When none of the local stations had anything substantial on, I turned it to one of the premium adult channels. No one knew I subscribed to them, and I liked it that way. They were a dirty little secret of mine and gave me great visualizations for my nightly masturbation.
On the screen right then were two girls—one blonde, one brunette—wearing nothing but their underwear. They were up on their knees touching when one leaned forward and kissed the other. The blonde ran her hands up the brunette’s body until she was cupping her breasts, her thumbs rubbing against the brunette’s hard nipples.
The girls on the screen were naked in no time, kissing and rubbing against each other. Their moans filtered through the speakers, making me press my thighs together in anticipation. My lips parted and my breathing became shallow while watching the erotica they were performing.
When the brunette began sucking the blonde’s fat pink nipples and fucking her with her hand, I slid my own hand down and pulled my skirt up to my waist, so I could cup my mound and ease some of the ache that had built there.
“God that’s hot.” I thrummed my nipples through my bra as the blonde moved down between the other girl’s legs and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers.
The hand cupping my mound moved further south, and I felt my pussy through the damp material. Just the slightest graze of my fingertips against my clit had it pulsing. The wet sounds and moaning from the screen compelled me to pull my panties down to my ankles and spread my legs as wide as they would go on the coffee table.
With one hand on my nipple, I ran a finger from my other hand through my slick, swollen lips. I was so wet and my clit was throbbing so hard with the need to be touched.
“Don’t stop… faster,” was being chanted on the screen as I pumped a finger in and out of my pussy in hard, swift movements. What I wouldn’t have given at that moment to have a nice, hard cock to give me a good pounding, and a stiff, wet tongue flicking against my nipples instead of just my own fingers.
My knees fell open wider as my hips raised, allowing my fingers to slide in even deeper.
The brunette on the screen was coming now. Her belly was undulating and her thighs trembling. When she finally recovered, she reached into a side drawer and pulled out a large, black dildo. She turned to the blonde, who was now on her back, legs spread and her finger rubbing her clit, and shoved it into the her mouth,
With the dildo now lubed, the brunette climbed between the blonde’s legs, teasing her with the tip of the cock against her opening.
“Do it. Fuck me,” the blonde whimpered. The brunette obliged, working that thick, fucking cock between the blonde’s pink, swollen lips. The camera zoomed in as the blonde cried out at the invasion. You could see just how stretched to the max she was.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned.
Watching her writhe on the bed and take each hard thrust from the dildo, I felt empty. Too empty.
I stood and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I kicked it along with my panties off to the side, removed my shirt and bra, and ran up the stairs to my bedroom where I found my own giant dildo.
Back in the living room, I licked the suction cup on the dildo and stuck it to the floor in front of the television. I copied the girls in the movie and sucked it into my mouth, spreading my spit over the thick, hard rubber.