When the bikini comes off…
Late one warm afternoon, I was in the pool with Pam, my ex. She was wearing my favorite bikini, which really made the most of her beautiful 34C breasts. We had been drinking champagne celebrating the long weekend, and were a little friskier than usual, bobbing around in the deep end and playfully tugging at each other’s bathing suits. I succeeded in untying the strap of her bikini top, which slipped down, revealing her erect nipples. She coyly swam away into the shallow end, her breasts still bare.
I swam after her but she swam away. I feigned that I was miffed at her and sat on the steps. After a couple of minutes of teasing she swam back to me and floated head first between my legs. She encircled my hips with her arms and pulled herself into me. She hugged me for a few minutes and moved into a position where she was sitting on my lap, straddling me, pressing her tits into my chest.
For a 44-year-old MILF, her breasts were remarkably firm. Her nipples had been exposed to the cooling breeze just long enough to make them hard, and it felt like heaven when she rubbed her nipples on mine. She planted a quick kiss on my lips, leaned back and asked, “Still mad at me?”
“Are you still teasing me, or will I get lucky in the pool?” I asked, doing my best to make her think I was pissed. She leaned back further, undid the other tie of her bikini top and tossed it into the pool behind her, where it floated away.
“What do you think?” she asked, grinding on my hardening cock. “Judging by Ducky you’re not mad anymore.” She wrapped her legs more tightly around my waist, put her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately and groped each other right there on the steps. That end of the pool is visible to our next door neighbor’s house, but in the heat of the moment neither of us was thinking about that.
Our groping turned to fully-fledged foreplay. She moved her hand between us and slipped it into my suit, running it down to my hard dick and gently rubbing the head. My hands were on her breasts. She was turned off by too much nipple stimulation, but if I placed my palm over her tit, she would usually have a mini orgasm after about thirty seconds of my palm just barely grazing her nipple. This time was no exception.
After these “nipple-gasms” she was at the point of no return. Her hips ground insistently into me and her grip on Ducky grew even tighter. She lifted her hips off of me and using both hands tugged my suit down while trying (not entirely successfully) to maintain our kiss. We broke the kiss just long enough to get naked and then resumed the foreplay. My hand went to her pussy where I used my palm to administer the type of subtle clitoral stimulation that she loved. She was a goner. She ground into my palm in an intense orgasm.
She stood up, turned around and bent over at the waist. Her pussy and asshole were directly in front of me and I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my face. I kissed her pussy and thrust my tongue into it as far as I could. She spread her legs further apart to allow my tongue better access and I thrust it in and out. Her pussy was slippery and I enjoyed the salty taste and musky aroma of her arousal, but I had another idea.
I moved my tongue to her asshole. I had never done this before, and even though she had told me that one of her former lovers liked to fuck her ass, she had never let me play with her there. As I put my tongue into her asshole she wiggled away and said, “Not now. I want Ducky inside me.”
“Do you mean your ass?” I asked, hoping she would relent and break the taboo that had been in place since our first night in bed.
“No! You’re too wide to go in there. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” she insisted.
She moved her ass away from my face and crouched over my hard cock and treated me to a sight I will never forget: she was in reverse cowgirl, bent over at the waist, and I watched as my cock slid effortlessly through her glistening lips and disappeared inch by inch into her pussy. It was almost like I was watching a porn-show penetration close-up, and the feeling of sliding into her was incredible. It was all I could do to keep from cumming.
Once my cock was safely in, she sat upright on my lap and started to rock back and forth, creating the sensations she craved. She shook with her first vaginal orgasm and leaned back, resting on me. I put my arms around her and placed both hands over her breasts, exposing her nipples between my fingers. The summer breeze intensified their hardness and she moaned in approval.
When she leaned back, my cock had almost slid out. Only the head was inside her. The feeling was incredible and I was about to lose control. She sensed this and slowly moved off of me. She floated on her back and beckoned me to follow her to deeper water. We quickly found a place where the depth was perfect for her to float while I entered her. When I did, she wrapped her legs around me and we both came within a couple of minutes.
I remained semi-erect and inside her for a while. We held each other and floated into the middle of the pool in that position. It’s hard to know how long we floated like this, but it was heading towards evening and the mosquitoes were poised to attack.
When we got out of the pool we both noticed a rustling in the shrubbery next door, and saw a figure creeping away. She gasped and streaked into the house naked. I retrieved our bathing suits from the pool, put mine on and walked to the fence. I recognized Doug, the neighbors’ son, home from college for the summer.
“Enjoy the view?” I called over the fence.
“Not as much as you did,” he said walking toward me. “You’re a lucky guy!”
“Exactly how much did you see?”
Doug confessed, “I was up in my room and saw the two of you on the patio drinking champagne and when you got in the pool, I wanted to see her swim. You know you can see pretty much everything when her bikini gets wet. I got a much better show though, didn’t I? About the time you pulled her top down, I decided to sneak down and get a closer look.”
“Let’s keep it our secret, Doug. We don’t want the whole world hearing the story. Do we? If I tell her what you said about her bikini and how you like to watch her swim in it, I know she will start to wear her old lady bathing suit and you won’t have nearly as nice a view. Neither of us would like that, would we?”
“Heck no! But my buddy Tim saw it too.”
“Where’s Tim now?’
“Still in the shrubs I think.”
“Tim, I need to talk to you, too,’’ I called and he shyly left his hiding place and came forward.
I got their word that it would be our secret and went back into the house where my ex had just finished taking a shower. “Can you dry my back for me?” she asked, handing me the towel. “Who was in the bushes out there?”
“It was Doug and his buddy Tim. They were playing catch and the ball rolled into the bushes. I guess they’re getting ready for the football season,” I explained.
“Did they see anything?”
“They both commented that they never saw any woman move as fast as you did. I think they enjoyed the view. I think you will be the subject of their wet dreams tonight.”
She laughed and said, “I doubt if two young guys are turned on by a woman old enough to be their mother. They can get all they want from the sweet young things their own age.”
If she only knew.
