Sex in the Sky

“I’ve decided to continue the story after so many supportive comments. This segment will make much more sense if you read part 1 first. The stories are based on real events, but embellished for better reading.”

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It was great to see Jason again, and I was pleased he sought me out when I returned to his place of work. He seemed truly happy and much more relaxed and confident than the young man that reluctantly pursued his desires six months ago. We sat at a remote corner table in the company lunchroom as he prattled endlessly about being a new father, and showed me several pictures of his four-month-old daughter. The letter he gave me from his wife really surprised me in how supportive she was of his exploration, and encouraged us to continue, if that’s what we wanted. My wife was equally, if not more, supportive of my new friend, and I could hardly comprehend how lucky Jason and I were. I found it difficult to concentrate on what Jason was saying through each photo, as my mind was filled with past images of his writhing athletic body pounding his cock repeatedly into my tight ass. My mind snapped back into reality as I felt his hand rest on the inside of my thigh.

“I’m sorry, man. I must be boring you to tears. She’s just been the coolest thing in mine and Sarah’s life so far…can’t keep from showing her off.” Jason said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Not at all…I’m really glad you’re willing to share that part of your life with me. I’m just a little distracted…hoping that maybe I can see more of you while I’m here.” I replied with a highly suggestive tone.

“You should know that you’ve inspired a little more exploration between me and my wife…I’d really like to get that up my ass this time around.” Jason said as he discreetly moved his hand to my crotch and squeezed gently.

“Not a problem…I think we can work something out.” I replied, backing away before anyone noticed his intimate touch.

“One detail, though…I’m bringing a camera. Sarah would really like to see me getting fucked.” He said, his eyes looking deeply into mine.

“Any chance we can leave early today? Just sitting next to you is getting me hard…not a reaction I have with many men.” I said, adjusting my growing erection more comfortably in my pants.

“Unfortunately, no. We’re taking Emily…that’s her name, by the way…to her grandparents for a weekend of spoiling. Sarah was reluctant to be away from her so soon, but she needs a break, and they practically begged to have her. Can’t say I’m not looking forward to some uninterrupted sleep. I could be at your hotel at around eight o’clock, if that’s OK with you.”

“That’s great…but don’t rush yourself. I will be in town for another two days, as usual. Just call me on my cell if things don’t go as planned.” I replied as I looked down at Jason’s lap, a tent pole straining in his jeans.

“Will do. So, what should we talk about now? It’s obvious that neither one of us is in any condition to leave the table.” Jason said as he glanced down at the small spot of pre-cum forming near the opening of my pocket.

“I did replace the floor of my deck…that should be a numbingly boring topic.”

“No shit…so, did you use lumber or that plastic stuff?” He said, continuing our conversation until the end of the lunch hour.

As soon as I got back to the hotel, I couldn’t wait to call Beth and let her know that Jason and I were set to give it a go one more time. I asked what she thought about the plan to tape the event for Jason’s wife, even though I knew her reaction already.

“Damn…why didn’t I think of that! Promise you’ll get a copy for me too? I just wish I had time to drive up there and shoot it myself!” Beth said with genuine enthusiasm in her voice. “As much as you like watching me and Tracy getting nasty…the sight of you and Jason would have to be ten times as hot.”

I couldn’t help but think about how much I loved her and wished she could be there to experience something new in our relationship. “Maybe you should come with me next time. I could test the waters…see if Jason and Sarah might be interested in a group thing. Jason is much more confident and relaxed this time around, I think he would be willing to talk about it.”

“Oh, honey…that would be great. I’m wet already thinking about you and that blond stud working our soaking pussies. Is Sarah a cutie…a good fit for both of us?” She said, her breathing becoming short.

“The pictures I’ve seen are very nice. She’s a very fit and attractive brunette…probably a size two. For a woman who had a baby four months ago, you could never tell. The type of person your girlfriends would love to hate, I’m sure.” I said with a slight chuckle. “But let’s not put the cart before the horse…she may not be into our scene at all.”

“I don’t know. Judging from that letter you read me, this is an open-minded lady. She may surprise you.” Beth said in a seductive tone. “I hate to cut this short, sweetheart…but I need to go. Tracy and I are going to a movie. Have fun, and play safe.”

“Thanks dear, I’ll keep you posted on how things go. Love you…don’t eat the poor girl raw.” I said, ending our brief phone conversation

I spent what seemed like endless hours killing time watching movies on HBO. At seven, I decided to jump in the shower and get ready for Jason’s arrival. I couldn’t believe my heart was pounding nervously as I stepped from the shower and dried off. The whole idea of fucking Jason and pushing his limits even further with the notion of group sex was more than I could stand. I barely got dressed in a t-shirt and shorts when my cell phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Jason.

“Hey dude, did plans change? No big deal if they did.” I said, answering the phone, trying to disguise my building sense of disappointment.

“Well, not exactly. Come down and meet me in the bar.” Jason replied, that nervous shake back in his voice just as it was six months ago.

“OK, I’ll be right there.” Jason hung-up quickly, and I scurried to find some clothes. I threw on what I wore to work and headed downstairs.

Stepping into the hotel lounge, I squinted in the dimly lit room to find my friend. Seated in a corner booth, well away from other customers, I found him waiting for me with Sarah at his side. I was more than a little surprised to see her there, and sat down in the booth with an obvious look of confusion on my face. She was very pretty. As with Jason, photographs didn’t do her justice. They looked like some kind of mature cheerleading couple. Physically, they seemed a perfect match.

“Hi, I’m Sarah. I am so pleased to meet you.” She said as I accepted her hand in a friendly shake. “Thanks again for helping get my guy out of his shell a little…he’s been so much more playful since meeting you.”

“Oh…well…you’re welcome, I guess.” I said as I sat facing them and feeling my face redden from mild embarrassment.

“You’re about to find out that my wife says exactly what is on her mind. She embarrasses me to death about half the time.” Jason said while looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Well…with that introduction, let me get right to it then. I hate awkward conversations that run around in circles, don’t you?” Sarah said as she rubbed Jason’s neck and looked directly at me.

“My hubby and I have been sharing and testing a lot of fantasies lately, and as you know, I really want to see him getting fucked by another guy. We have a lot of fun with the toys, but the real thing is always better, in my opinion. We brought the camera…but if you don’t mind, I’d like to be there to tape it.” She said sweetly and matter-of-factly.

Jason just sat there as though in a complete loss for words. I was also stunned. My own wife could be blunt as well, but this was something new for me from someone I had met for all of five minutes.

“Jason, you must be OK with this since we’re all sitting here. I’m certainly open to the idea. The only catch is that we have to tape it, and my wife has to get a copy. Is that good for you guys?” I replied, uncertain of just where this was going next.

“As you can see, she has a way of getting me to do things I wouldn’t otherwise do. You told me before that you and you’re wife have swapped. If Sarah feels like playing, that’s fine with me…I trust you. But since Beth isn’t here, I’ve told Sarah not to push you into anything.” Jason said as he nervously rung his hands together.

I couldn’t believe my dumb luck. Without even having to ask the question, I was already getting clear signals that this could be a fun couple for us. “Beth and I would really like to get to know you both much better if that fits into your fantasies. However, without her here, we have agreed to one major rule. I will not fuck your wife unless the four of us are together and all in agreement. Are we still on track?” I said in a more direct tone than I thought I was capable of at the moment.

“Oh damn, baby…I’m so glad we decided to take a chance! This will be so much fun!” Sarah exclaimed as she moved to kiss her husband deeply and passionately. I was starting to feel like a convenient play toy and a third wheel.

“Alright guys, I’m ready for my directorial debut…let’s get upstairs before I soak this cushion.” She said as we quietly left the bar and headed for my room. I could tell already that Beth was going to love her.

They continued kissing in the elevator, she had one hand on his ass as he pinned her to the back wall while he reached behind and grasped my aching cock through the fabric of my pants. We couldn’t get to the room fast enough. Fumbling with the key card, I could feel the heat of Jason’s dick as he pressed against my ass. Entering the room, Sarah quickly grabbed the video camera from the duffel bag she was carrying, and immediately began making requests.

“Strip, boys…let’s get things going.” She said, sitting on a chair, her legs spread wide enough to see the pink lace panties under her denim skirt.

We didn’t have to be told twice. Jason quickly grabbed my shirt as I reached for his, revealing our nicely defined chests at the same time. My hands traced the outline of his muscles as I licked and sucked on his nipples. Jason tilted his head back and moaned appreciatively while I worked to loosen his belt and open the fly of his jeans. I traced my way down his smooth chest with my tongue, reaching the light blond hairs of the treasure trail just below his navel. I stifled a chuckle as I noticed he was wearing the boxers he took from me during our last encounter. Moving my hands to each side of his waist, I pulled his jeans and boxers down together as I knelt in front of his straining crotch. His cock slapped hard against his belly as it sprang from under the elastic of my old shorts, his large low-hanging balls now fully in view. I wasted no time in taking one and then the other swollen orb into my mouth. Jason’s cock twitched as I ran my tongue over his balls and up the length of his shaft. Pre-cum had begun to drip from the slit, and I lapped it up hungrily. I was so focused on the task at hand, that I barely noticed Sara had placed a tripod in the room, though she still had the camera in her hand as she moved toward us.

“Oh honey…I’m so wet just watching Mark worship your cock.” She said as she knelt beside her husband, squeezing his ass as she filmed a close-up of me taking Jason’s hot tool into my mouth. “Take him in, sweety…take all of my man’s meat into your mouth. Jason says you can swallow all of him…that’s something I’ve got to see!”

The trip down his white-hot tool was every bit as delicious as the first time. Working hard to coat his member in ample amounts of spit, I slowly worked my way down to the root, until the tight curls of his pubic hair tickled my nose. Jason groaned deeply as he place his hands at the back of my head, grabbing my hair and holding me firmly onto his rod. He continued to hold my head in a steady position as he slowly began fucking my face, his balls slapping heavily into my chin. My own cock was straining hard against the prison of my pants as I pulled them down to my knees and began stroking in rhythm with Jason’s thrusts.

“Wow…you weren’t kidding, baby…he is good looking. For somebody who claimed to never notice other guys, you sure know how to pick them!” Sarah said, embarrassing me once again, as she kept the camera focused on Jason’s assault of my mouth.

With the camera still in hand, she managed to slip out of her skirt and panties, wearing only a short yellow blouse than contrasted nicely with her tanned skin. For a woman who had a child only four months ago, you could hardly tell it. There were only the faintest signs of stretch marks remaining on her otherwise near-perfect body. She stood maybe 5′-5″ and perhaps 120 pounds. Sarah, at 33, was five years older than Jason. Working as a dance instructor, she took very good care of her body…something I knew Beth would be drawn to. Her pussy was shaved as smooth as Jason’s balls, and the smell of her sex filled the air. She began fingering herself with her free hand, gentle moans of pleasure escaping from her lips as the sloppy sound of her wet pussy could be heard in the distance.

“Put that damn thing on the tripod, then get over here and lick my ass.” Jason said gruffly to his wife as he pulled away from my mouth, grabbed me by the shoulders, and tossed me face up on the bed. Tossing his shoes and stepping out of his crumpled jeans, he quickly did the same to me, roughly pulling the pants off my legs. His actions weren’t aggressive, but purposeful. It was clear he was horny as hell and didn’t mind giving orders as well as taking them. I was relieved this was going to be more of a cooperative thing, as I don’t always like playing a purely submissive role.

Jason’s hands moved up and down my thighs, his thumbs lifting my balls as pre-cum streamed down my shaft. Sarah positioned the camera on the tripod the best way possible, given the tight confines of the hotel room. She then removed her few remaining pieces of clothing, and stood behind her husband, gently stroking his back, her fingers sliding down into the crack of his ass and back up again.

“Are you ready to see your guy suck another man’s cock, baby…will that make you hot?” He said to his wife, even though his eyes were firmly fixed on mine…a mischievous grin covered his face.

“You know it will, sweetheart…Mark’s cock is so pretty, so much like yours…let me watch you taste him.” Sarah said as she moved to his side for a better view.

“Of course, you can watch, babe…for a little while…then you need to get my ass ready for him.” Jason replied as he moved his hand to my cock, one finger tracing the pre-cum around the head.

My head was swimming. Not only was this young stud ready to suck my cock and let me fuck him, his beautiful and naked wife was cheering us on. I couldn’t help but wish that Beth were here for this. My cock was hard as steel and ached for attention. Jason’s teasing was driving me wild as Sarah leaned over to him for another passionate kiss…he soon broke away and looked at me intently once again.

“Tell me…you know I want to here it.” Jason said to me, slowly stroking my cock as Sarah looked on with huge eyes.

“Suck my cock, man. Show your wife what a good cocksucker you are. Let her watch while I fuck your mouth.” I said in a deep commanding tone.

I placed my hand at the back of his neck and pulled his face down to my cock. Jason started slowly, licking the pre-cum from the head in a swirling motion with his tongue. His lips were soon at the tip as I felt saliva sliding down my shaft…his hand still gripping me firmly at the base. Jason inched slowly down, taking all of me into his throat as I had done to him moments earlier. I could only suspect he had been practicing with some toys. His tongue work was skillful as his head bobbed up and down on my twitching rod.

“Oh, fuck…this so damn hot! Oh yeah, baby…lick his nuts…let me see you drive him wild!” Sarah practically screamed as she sat on a chair, rubbing her clit while keeping her gaze fixed on Jason’s expert sucking skills.

Drove me wild, he did…as he gently sucked each of my balls, pausing to soak a finger and pressing it into my tight ass. I moaned loudly and pressed his face deeper onto my cock as his knuckle slid past my sphincter. My body writhed against the bed as he regained the vacuum hold on my dick and his finger probed my prostate for what seemed like ten solid minutes. The sensation was incredible, but I had to push him back and take a breather to avoid ending the fun much too soon. Taking the cue, Jason slowly removed his finger from my ass and repositioned me on the mattress. Crawling on the bed with me, his body over mine in a sixty-nine position, he arranged our bodies so his upturned ass was now in clear view of the camera. I was not at all upset to have his hard prick pressed against my lips once again, and his ample balls resting on my forehead. I took the dark purple helmet of his dick into my mouth and savored the taste of his pre-cum as the silky skin of his shaft eased into my throat. Jason moaned appreciatively as he slowly stroked my cock, allowing me time to relax.

“Mmm…just look at that hot ass. Mark, honey…I can’t wait to see you slide the cock of yours deep into my hubby’s ass.” She said just before diving into his crack and tonguing his hole.

“Ungghh…shit, yes! Damn, that feels good…open my hole, babe!” Jason nearly pleaded as his dick throbbed in my mouth and resumed sucking my own aching staff.

It was wonderful to watch Sarah’s firm breasts hanging over my head as she licked and probed at Jason’s twitching rosebud, his cock sliding slowly in and out of my mouth. Sarah reached into the gym bag that now rested on the floor by the bed, and pulled out a bottle of lube. She squeezed a trail of the clear, thick liquid down his ass-crack, coating his hole and working her fingers into his tight ass. Jason pulled his prick from my mouth as his wife’s fingers entered him. I eased his body farther down my own to get a better view of Sarah’s preparations, Jason’s balls now resting on my chin.

“Do you like that baby…do you like my fingers in your ass? Can you imagine how much better Mark’s cock is going to feel up there?” Sarah said as two fingers slid gently in and out of her moaning husband.

Ummhh…yeah, sweetheart…prime my ass! Fuck, that feels good! Give me a condom, babes…I need to wrap this rascal.” Jason said as he tugged on my erection and provided another heavy coating of spit.

Sarah reached into the gym bag and handed him a rubber. Jason worked quickly to roll the latex sleeve down my pole. When the task was completed, he lifted himself from my body. Grabbing some pillows, he then placed them under his belly as he laid his torso face down on the mattress, his feet on the floor, and his ass prominently on display. Without any hesitation, Sarah squeezed a large amount of lube into her hand and immediately began coating my condom-covered cock. This was the first time she had touched me, and the feel of yet another hand on my prick was electrifying. I knew, of course, what was to come next, and I was impatient to get it.

“You know I like to hear it too, Jason. It’s your turn now. Tell me what you want.” I said as I moved behind him, the end of my dick brushing against his low-hanging balls.

“Fuck me…I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want to know what it felt like when I fucked you…give it all to me, bud…give it to me now!” Jason said as his hands reached back to his own ass cheeks and spread them apart wide. Sarah quickly removed the camera from the tripod and took aim at her mate’s waiting hole.

Despite Sarah’s work at preparing his ass for me, Jason was still very tight and his brown-eye resisted my entrance. I encouraged him to relax and push out as I pressed my cock head firmly against his hole. As I gently increased the pressure, Jason’s rosebud finally relented, and the head of my prick slid into his firm ass.

Yvonne stood uncertainly at the edge of the tub, holding her robe closed. Well, she was committed now, and no one seemed to be paying any attention to her. She slipped the robe off quickly and slid into the water. She kept down low so that the opacity of the bubbles hid her breasts. Time passed, and she felt her body melt into the warmth and the white noise. Some time later a statuesque blond with pale skin sat down beside her. Her breasts were pointy with nipples the color of rose petals. She spoke with a slight lilt when she introduced herself. She didn’t need to say that she was a St. Stephens student; even without clothes on it was obvious.

“Are you from Sweden?” Yvonne asked.

“Norway,” the girl replied. She played tennis – nationally ranked, apparently. It seemed that all of Nora’s acquaintances were remarkable in some way. What am “I” doing here?, Yvonne wondered briefly. But that thought evaporated a second later. To tell the truth, she was having a hard time concentrating. She’d been careful about her drinking, limiting herself to three glasses of champagne (or was it four?) But the steamy water and the late hour were taking a toll. By the time that she realized that, the tub was full of people. Conversations bubbled around her, indistinguishable from the fizz of the swirling water. She noticed the nude swimmer pull himself from the pool in one smooth motion and walk over to the spa. His body, including his crotch, was as hairless as his head. His skin was a deep olive and his features were vaguely Asian — or maybe Indian? He had an athlete’s well-defined muscles that shone from the water still clinging to him. He sat down beside her, on the opposite side to the Norwegian girl. He nodded and smiled. Yvonne smiled back.

The rising steam made it hard to tell what was happening even a short distance away. A boy and a girl, perhaps the same couple she’d seen playing in the pool earlier, cuddled nearby. The girl, whose dark hair was tied up in a short pony-tail, seemed to be sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, facing towards him.

I should probably get out, Yvonne thought. I’m getting too relaxed. But people were coming and going, and she wanted to wait until she could leave unnoticed.

There was a bit of jostling as more people got into the tub. Someone brushed against her. The couple near her seemed to be bobbing up and down with the surge of the water. Yvonne’s breath caught in her throat. Were they … doing it? No. They couldn’t be. Not here with all these people around. The girl wrapped her arms around the boy and buried her head in his shoulder. Her pony-tail flipped up and down with her motion. No, Yvonne thought, dismissing the idea. Impossible.

Someone brushed against her again, the contact lingering this time. The rising steam seemed to seep into her head. Her nipples tingled as the foamy water rushed past. Or was it something more tangible? It didn’t really matter. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Her pussy throbbed deeply as if something were moving along its outer lips, caressing her inner thighs. She was floating, opening herself up. She turned to see the swimmer looking intensely into her eyes. She shook her head, clearing out the fog, and now the swimmer was staring straight ahead, his face blissful. Definitely time to leave, she thought.

She looked around, confirmed that no one was looking her way and got out of the tub. For moment she enjoyed the feeling of being warm and naked in the cool night air. Then she found her robe and, a little reluctantly, the adventure over now, wrapped it around herself.

The crowd in the spa was down to a handful of people. Nora was floating on her back, her hips bobbing to the surface. Yvonne couldn’t help noticing that she’d shaved all her pubic hair. Yvonne giggled to herself. She and the swimmer had that in common.

Yvonne kneeled down by the edge of the tub and thanked Nora for the invitation. Nora smiled pleasantly. “I’m sorry we didn’t really get a chance to chat.” She considered for a moment. “Are you free for lunch on Tuesday?”

Yvonne thought about that. Her mother had something or other planned, but she could probably blow that off. “Sure.”

“Good. Café Noir at 1 PM?” Yvonne nodded. “See you then. Glad you could come.”

Yvonne smiled, pleased that she’d made a good impression, and headed back to the pool house. She couldn’t quite shake her blurry feeling. It must be awfully late, she thought. I’m really going to sleep in tomorrow.

A sound of thrashing foliage made her stop in her tracks. She looked around her, alarmed. It was hard to see much in the dark. But there was something going on in the bushes behind the pool, just a few feet from where she stood. A bit of bluish light seeped out of the water and outlined two people faintly. It was the couple who had sat near her in the hot tub. The girl was sitting on top of the boy, who was lying sprawled on his back.

Jesus, Yvonne thought, they really are doing it now, no doubt about it. The girl’s large, pendulous breasts flopped up and down as her hips jolted hard against the boy’s. Both whispered breathlessly to each other. It seemed like a ritual, something they’d done many times before. But, even so, the motion wasn’t the formal, choreographed sex she’d seen in porn movies. These people were barely in control of their own bodies. Yvonne felt frozen where she stood. She looked around wildly to make sure no one else was watching. What should she do? If she moved now, they might notice her. They might think that she was some sort of peeping tom.

The boy covered the dark-haired girl’s breasts with his hands. Their wild thrusts never let up. Her whispers were broken up now, unintelligible. Yvonne still couldn’t move. The bodies rolled towards her onto the grass, in plain view now, almost at her feet. The boy ended up on top, his hips pounding, the girl’s hands clawing at his back. Her eyes were wide open, staring at nothing. The she shivered and made a single soft cry. The boy’s grinding became more frenzied. He was pushing them forward on the slick grass with every thrust. He arched his back, lifting his chest off of her, exposing her jellying breasts. He made a harsh grunting sound and pulled out of her suddenly. Jets of white cum spurted out of his short, tapering cock, splattering on the grass and over the girl’s hips and rounded belly. He lay there for a moment, his breathing slowing, then pulled her back towards him and hugged her tightly.

Yvonne felt numb. Twice in one night. First Kate and Jim and now these people she didn’t even know. What was happening? She willed her herself into motion, forced her legs to take her back in the direction of the pool house. She inhaled deeply, deliberately, taking cool night air deep into her lungs. But it didn’t help. Her body seemed to float, feverish and dreamlike, as if she were watching herself from some distant place.

She opened the door to her changing room and exhaled, feeling safe on familiar ground at last. The scene inside took a moment to register. The room was as she’d last seen it, except that the swimmer was inside, sitting on the bench, still naked. She was sure for a second that she’d wandered into the wrong room. But, no, there was her dress, hanging where she’d left it. Nor was there a set of men’s clothing anywhere. His legs were apart and his cock was sticking straight up. She made a futile attempt to look somewhere else, at his dark eyes, at the floor, at the towels piled on the end of the bench. But his cock kept drawing her gaze, fully visible and unnaturally long in the absence of any pubic hair to hide its base. Its crown was round and symmetrical – uncircumcised? – and a small slit winked at her from its very tip, weeping a shimmering drop of fluid.

His cock was getting larger as she watched it. No, not larger, it was closer – he had stood up and was moving towards her. She made herself look up. He was right in front of her, staring into her eyes with his haunted, intense look. She remained paralyzed in the doorway, her hand still on the doorknob, eyes like bottle caps. He leaned over slightly – they were almost the same height – and touched her lips lightly with his. The feeling was like being back in the hot tub, warm and moist and buoyant. He put his arms around her and his damp body melted into her. Yvonne raised her arms tentatively and put them around his broad shoulders. She ran her hands over the smooth muscles of his back and neck and up to the exotically smooth skin of his head. His tongue moved sinuously into her mouth, merging wetly with hers.

She closed her eyes, pulling him closer, losing herself in the warmth of his bare skin and the completeness of the kiss. She made a small disappointed sound when he broke their embrace. She opened her eyes and found him looking at her totally, consumingly. He reached over and loosened the tie of her robe. The robe separated, exposing her deep cleavage and smooth stomach and her belly-button ring and, lower, downy blond pubic hair lost in shadow. The swimmer drew her into the room and closed the door. She stood motionless in front of him, her arms at her sides. He pushed the robe off of her shoulders, and it fell in a heap at her feet.

His eyes never wavered from hers, never let her go. She could feel his stillness. He would wait that way forever for her. But she couldn’t wait any longer. She moved back against him, against the searing skin of his chest that mashed her breasts flat, that made her rigid nipples throb unbearably. His cock lay flat between them, long and hard and pushing against a spot just above her pussy. Now his mouth was exploring her neck, kissing its hollows and indentations. Every bit of her seemed to be in contact with him. Yvonne gasped as his hands slid down to cover her buttocks. No one had ever touched her there, and the contact felt unbearably arousing. She held his shoulders tightly, knowing that she’d sink helplessly to the floor if she let go.

His lips were back on hers, pushing them gently apart. Where their bodies touched, their moisture mingled, making him slippery against her. She could feel his heartbeat, deep and steady as her own raced. In the center of everything she felt the overwhelming pressure of his erection just inches from her pussy. Her hand moved down, by itself, without her meaning to move it, until it lay on the smooth curve of his hip. She kept it there for a moment, enjoying the firmness and the warmth of his skin. His lips pressed harder against hers and his hands were everywhere, tracing a shoulder blade, leaving damp trails on her back, caressing her outer thighs. Then her own hand was suddenly in contact with his cock. She wasn’t sure how it had happened, and she started to pull away, but then the swimmer’s hand was on her own, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.

For a minute she just held it gently, hypnotized by the pulse of blood beneath the silken skin. She was holding a cock! She couldn’t quite get her mind to absorb the fact. Her thoughts were scattering, darting away from her in every direction. Should she stroke it? Should she just grab her clothes and run away? He didn’t offer any hints. He simply stood there, totally focused on their kiss, his hands continuing to explore her bare skin.

Yvonne pulled her head back, away from his, and took a deep breath. She looked down at her hand. The cock had grown; she was sure of it. And even in the dim light of the changing room she could see a big vein throbbing on one side. She slid her hand up towards the tip and felt him shudder in response. She moved her hand again and heard the swimmer make a soft groan. She was completely transfixed. She couldn’t look anywhere else. And she needed to be closer, to see it better. Unsteadily, Yvonne sank to her knees.

The room was so silent Yvonne could hear her own heartbeat. She felt lightheaded, her vision narrowing until all she could see were the swimmer’s slim hips and his rigid cock sticking out towards her at eye-level. His scent was intoxicating, a mixture of his arousal and a faint aroma of chlorine. His cock quivered slightly; everything else about him was perfectly still. She reached out again and touched the tip with one finger. It jumped in response, and a tiny bead of liquid oozed out. She leaned forward, fascinated. The little slit in the tip opened and closed. She held on to one lean thigh for support and stuck out her tongue. Before she was quite ready, it made contact with the tip, and she tasted a salty sweetness, barely enough to register on her tongue. The swimmer drew in his breath but didn’t move. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he radiated a Zen calm, as if he were meditating.

She kissed the warm skin of his hip and rubbed her cheek against the shaft of his cock. She heard his indrawn breath. Encouraged, she followed the same path along the side of the shaft with her tongue. When she reached the crown she opened her mouth just a little and took some of the tip inside. It felt so soft, so smooth. She couldn’t get over how warm it was, how much life there was in that little bit of flesh. She licked around the tip then had to lean back to catch her breath. She used the time to touch the skin of his thighs, and then, coming closer again, reached around to dig her fingers into his butt. She tried taking more of his cock into her mouth – and inch, then two – before pulling back again and gasping for breath. But she couldn’t bear to be without him in her mouth for long. She licked around the glans, feeling the texture, tasting more of the salty pre-cum. The feel of the blood pulsing underneath his flesh made her dizzy. She looked up. The olive skin of his stomach and chest tapered upwards; his nostrils flared. She could feel a flush starting in her cheeks. She put one hand on his scrotum and felt the wrinkled sac pulled tight around his balls. Oh god, she thought, I can’t believe I’m really doing this …

But she was; and she didn’t want to stop. She slid her lips forward, trying to get all of him inside. She had to pull free half way down, needing to breathe before she passed out. His hands moved down to rest on her bare shoulders. Were those strong, dark hands going to push her down onto her back, touch her breasts, stroke her burning pussy?

But instead he put his palm on the back of her head and nudged her face towards his cock. She wanted to ask him to stop, to touch her just a little, but she didn’t know how. Maybe after she’d licked him some more. She took him gently in one hand and slid her tongue all the way from the tip down to the base of the shaft, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth. The different texture of the skin around his scrotum was intoxicating. She held it there for a moment, then went back to the tip, swallowing it as far down as she could go. She felt his buttocks contract powerfully. For a moment she wasn’t sure what was happening; then there was a spurt of hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled free, half swallowing, half spitting out the thick, salty cum. His cock, now only a few inches in front of her, continued to spurt prodigiously. One blob hit her on the shoulder, another landed on her chest and ran down between her heaving breasts. As the bursts of cum subsided, the swimmer sighed deeply, then collected himself. He kneeled down and kissed her lightly on the forehead; then, standing again, pressed his palms together and bowed. Straightening up, he left the small room and closed the door quietly behind him.

Yvonne was still on her knees, breathing raggedly, her chest dripping with a mixture of semen and sweat. Her hard nipples and aching pussy made it impossible to think. Almost unconsciously, she put her hand between her legs and moved her fingers between her dripping folds until they found her clit. She cried out as an orgasm hit her almost immediately.

A long time later, when the feelings had subsided, Yvonne stood up groggily and found a towel to wipe herself off. The pool house seemed unnaturally quiet in the early morning chill. The face of the swimmer with its fine cheekbones and almond eyes seemed to haunt the empty room.

And then she realized that the whole time they’d been together she hadn’t heard him say a single word.

“Continued in part 2.”