Afternoon in the Pool-6

As I slowly came to my senses I thought I might have hurt him.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yes. I was almost coming.” He replied.

“So?”

“I didn’t want to come on your bathers” he said.

“So! Was I the only one having fun?” I said.

“Of course not.” he replied, “It was beautiful watching you come. Will we be able to do this again?”

Yees! He wanted to see me again. I was over the moon. I was just an immature young girl and this real man wanted me!

As we talked, John had moved and was lying on his side on the steps facing me, his arm around my neck, cushioning my head on the steps as I laid back. His shorts were still around his knees and he had eased the top of my one piece down below my navel so that his still hard cock was resting heavily across my tummy. It looked so big, almost reaching across the whole width of my torso.

I was slowly and gently tracing the tips of my fingers around the swollen head, feeling the soft, silky texture of its skin and the way my teasing fingers made it lurch around against me as John’s lips and fingers played with my nipples.