The day promised to be idyllic. Summer seemed to come and go this year and the sun was intent upon playing hide and seek with a vengeance. Today, however, it seemed content to float above the distant mountains. I could almost hear its gentle laughter as it lured me from my bed. Donning a light robe I made the trek from my small apartment to the main house, bemused and a little bewildered by the silence that greeted me, as well as the lack of yummy smells. Strangely, the kitchen was vacant. Perhaps David and Anya were still upstairs? I’d solve that mystery later. After Breakfast.
It didn’t take me long to discover the note they’d left me on the ice box. I read it with a frown while pouring myself a glass of Orange juice, mumbling out loud to myself. Needed a few things in town. Amuse yourself. Back sometime after lunch. David.
Amuse myself. I glanced out the window, into the back yard, my gaze shifting to the trees beyond the fence, and the distant mountain range beyond that. It was nice. I could hear the birds busy chirping and singing and whatever making a pleasant racket. Be nice to just sit outside and enjoy the day so I decided to splash a little something else into my juice. Vodka. I took my time finishing my drink and then making another while toasting a slice of bread and slathering it with butter before traipsing back to the one room apartment that was part of my benefits package, cup in one hand, toast with marmalade in the other deciding that it was a perfect day to be lazy. In other words, Swimsuit time.
I slipped into a cute blue and white two piece that was perfect for lazing around on the patio while reading. Grabbing my sunglasses and my iphone and the remainder of my cocktail I headed out to the deck and arranged myself on the chaise lounge looking, or so I imagined, like a movie star. A porn star might have been more accurate. Either way, I got comfortable with my beverage and pulled up a story. Nothing too cerebral. I was more in the mood for something dirty and darkly erotic. I had at least two hours of ‘me time’ and I intended to make the most of them. I would have, too, if it hadn’t been for Holly.
Holly lived next door. Actually, Holly’s parents lived next door, at least some of the year. It was more of a vacation home for them. When they weren’t staying there, they rented it out. This summer, however, Holly had managed to convince them to let her and her boyfriend Scott house sit for them. She was pretty. Athletic and sexy and about my age. He was good looking too. I knew Sir had had a crush on her for several years and always enjoyed when she came up with her parents. I had filed that away, just in case, and went out of my way to strike up a friendship. It wasn’t difficult to do. In a matter of days we’d gotten into the habit of chatting over the fence between the houses, each of us standing on a chair. I think we really cemented our relationship the first night our games spilled out into the backyard.
“I enjoyed the show last night, Bunny. Love to see more of you sometime,” was how she’d put it, her smile slightly enigmatic and definitely enticing.
From then on, our conversations had become filled with flirtations that led to an impromptu romp after a small cook out with neighbors. After everyone else had departed, of course.
“Hey, Bunny.”
I pushed my glassed up on top of my head and waved. She was in her usual chatting spot, arms folded across the top of the fence, chin resting on one forearm.
“Want to join me?”
“Maybe later. We’re going on a bike ride. Scott wanted to know if he could borrow a pump. Tires are a bit low.”
“Tell him to help himself. Should be in the garage. Door’s unlocked.”
“Thanks, Babe. I’ll send him over.” Her head disappeared and I could hear her calling her boyfriend’s name. Thinking nothing of it I lost myself, once more, in my story…
“Hey, Bunny. I need the key. The garage is locked.”
To say he startled me would be fair. I’d lost myself in a very steamy story, one that was really pushing all the right buttons and making a mess of my pussy.
“Shit. Oh, Hi. Sorry, It is?” I managed, blushing as I pushed my thighs together in an attempt to appear demure and innocent, wrinkling my nose with exasperation. David rarely locked it. Why today?
“Keys hanging by the fridge, I think?”
“Thanks.” He started to turn, paused for a moment, eyes focused not on my face, but on my tits.
I raised my eyes just enough to catch his appreciative smile for a moment, before lowering them again, my gaze drifting downward, seeing me as I imagined he did. It was impossible not to notice the peaks of my nipples straining against the cups of my bikini. My very skimpy bikini. Thankfully, with my legs closed, the tell tale signs of arousal darkening the material covering my crotch were hidden from his curious gaze.
“Good story?”
“Yeah. Really good. Have fun on your ride.”
He took the hint and headed for the back door and I breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing once more. Even though it had been the girl in the book who’d had her orgasm interrupted, it wasn’t any less frustrating. Sucking my lower lip between my teeth, I found my place again.
“Can’t find it.”
“Seriously?” I muttered under my breath and sighed. Putting my phone down, I rolled off the lounge chair and headed towards the house just in time to almost bump into him. That’s what I get for getting a little tipsy this early in the day.
“Woah.”
He laughed playfully as I stumbled to a stop in front of him. Our gazes locked. A memory of our little three way fling popped into my mind suddenly. I’d been a little tipsy then, too. More than a little tipsy. A little horny, too. Scott and Holly had stayed late, helping to clean up a bit after the other guests had left. After all, it was a short walk home for them. One thing led to another and different kind of party started up, one in which I was again the star attraction…
“God, you look hot, Bunny. Your nipples… just… amazing. Bet your pussy’s wet too.”
Apparently Scott hadn’t forgotten the party either.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, transfixed in place as he devoured me with shrewd eyes.
“Show me.”
“What?” I blurted out, a little wide-eyed surprise colouring the word.
“Show me,” he repeated with a knowing leer. “Your pussy. Not like I haven’t seen it already. Bet you’re getting even wetter thinking about it.”
Thing is, he was right. I was. I liked being treated like a slut sometimes. Most of the time if I was honest with myself. Didn’t mean I had to admit it to anyone, but Scott already knew, so what would it hurt? Still…
“Say please,” I told him coyly, smiling at his responding smile. He had a nice smile. It wasn’t hard or cruel or possessive, although it was hungry. Just like the dark brown eyes that desired me and wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to me.
“Please may I see your smoking hot pussy, Bunny? Just pull your bottoms down around your thighs. Then you can pull them right back up. If you want.”
It was a trick, and we both knew it. Once down, my willpower would dissolve and, as long as he stood there looking at me like he was now, I’d never pull them up again…
I stared up at his face, almost mesmerized. I wondered if this is how it would feel to be hypnotized and made to do things against your better judgement, but unable to help yourself, as I slid my thumbs slowly into my waist band at my hips, wiggling just enough to slip my bikini bottoms partially down my thighs. I watched him intently, his eyes focused on what I was doing, what I was revealing. He held his breath while I made up for it, mine quickening until I was almost panting as I exposed myself.
I’d been wet before. Now I was soaked. I could actually feel my juices filling my pussy, trickling and gathering on my swollen lips, suspended like dewdrops upon petals, waiting for a breeze to free them…
“God damn,” he murmured, running his tongue over his lips, wetting them, and then stepping forward, closing the distance between us. I don’t even think he was aware of placing his hands on my shoulders, caressing them until I shivered with barely contained lust myself. I felt my knees going weak as he stroked my sun warmed flesh, his fingers tracing my collarbones before sliding down my arms to rest on my biceps. Eventually he paused, his grip tightening around my upper arms and holding me in place.
“Stay like that. Just… don’t move.”
I managed to nod, unable to speak, anticipation hanging like a cloud over me, dulling my wits but sharpening my other senses so that I could smell myself, my arousal almost palpable as he continued his journey, hands brushing along my forearms, the backs of my hands, my trembling fingers and, eventually, settling on my hips comfortably. I let out a soft sigh, or perhaps a moan, an audible signal of lust as I found the will to reach out and slowly unzip his jeans so that there was no misunderstanding between us.
That was it, but it was enough. As my hands fell once more to my sides, he finished what I had started, pushing his boxers down with his pants, just far enough to free his cock. It sprang, like a living thing, out of its confines, the tip almost brushing against my soft flat tummy.
“I can’t help myself.” Not sure if he was apologizing or begging forgiveness. Not that it mattered. He moved even closer, one hand returning to its resting place, fingers slowly tracing my hipbone, the other guiding his thick cock until it the swollen head was poised at my now well lubricated slit.
He met my gaze for a brief moment. I wondered if he was silently asking permission, but the look on his face, the lust in his eyes, said otherwise. I’d seen that look in Sir’s eyes too many times to have any doubts. He wanted me to know that he was going to use me or at least use my pussy. Slowly I pushed myself up on my toes and rolled my hips forward, letting out a moaning shudder as he pushed himself slowly into me, his hands shifting so that he cupped my ass, allowing me to lean slightly back as he claimed my dripping cunt with his hard cock. He slowly slid it in, and then out again until only the head remained. Glancing down I noticed that the discharge of my pussy coated it so that it almost glistened in the sunlight.
“You’re such a slut,” he said, his voice husky now. I could only close my eyes and nod in agreement as he entered me again… and again. And again, taking his time. Teasing me as I slowly became a trembling, panting mess.
“Turn with me,” he breathed into my ear, already starting to pivot slowly, his cock deep inside me, forcing me to match his movement on tip toe, until he was facing the house, and I had my face towards the fence and Holly, who was – and probably had been for some time – watching us.
“Fuck,” I managed as he slid out of my greedy, clenching pussy again. For a moment I felt guilt, and then it was all washed away by insatiable need. Still, I couldn’t help but lock gazes with her as her boyfriend slowly fucked me in front of her. I really shouldn’t have worried, though…
“Don’t let the little slut come, Scott,” she called out, just loud enough for us to hear.
“Fuck,” I whispered again, my mouth refusing to close after that, gaping for air as he started to pick up momentum, pumping into my slick fuck hole a little faster, a little harder, with each thrust and grinding himself against me before pulling out again. He released my ass with one hand, using it to twist my nipple until I cried out as he thrust into me again.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off my girlfriend,” he growled. As if I could have.
All I did, all I could do, was stare at Holly as she watched us, pleasure burning deep within my core. She was going to watch him fuck me and there was nothing I could do about it. The very thought nearly pushed me over the edge.
“Don’t you dare,” she said, her face hovering over the fence, close enough that she didn’t need to raise her voice much to be heard.
“Oh god, god, god,” Scott moaned, pulling out of me, much to my dismay, his hand working his cock furiously.
“Come on her, baby. Come all over her,” Holly egged him on. I watched him shudder, his face twisted in exquisite pleasure. Unable to help myself, I glanced down in time to watch him blow his load on, not in, my pussy. Watched it drip down into my swimsuit as he twitched again, this time spewing into my briefs, gobs of white jism making a mess in them. He wasn’t done, either. He groaned again, wanking his still hard cock like a man possessed until he came all over me again, drenching my unsatisfied cunt.
“Such a tight little fuck,” he chuckled breathlessly as he wiped himself off against my tummy and then tucked himself back into his jeans, zipping them up.
“That’s what you get for being a tease,” Holly laughed before blowing me a kiss and disappearing. As for Scott, he kissed me playfully on the forehead before pulling my swimsuit, still filled with fresh cum, back up, tugging and arranging it carefully into place.
I watched him go, apparently having forgotten all about the bike pump, unaware that I was rubbing myself through my swimsuit, smearing his cum all over my swollen lips and clit, torn between wanting to rush into the house and get myself off and wanting to wait, dressed exactly as I was, Scott’s spew trapped inside my suit, and finish my story, my fingers inside my swimsuit – maybe several stories, teasing myself right to the edge until Sir and Anya came home before coming. A lovely thought filled my head, cementing my decision. Maybe David would use while his wife watched. Just like Holly’s boyfriend had, coming on me, and in my suit, adding to the load Scott had left. It would be humiliating and I would love it. Decision made, I took off my top, leaving my messy bottoms on, and resumed reading, barely able to concentrate on the story, but trying my best. They’d should be returning soon, and I wanted to make sure my cunt was nice and juicy for his cock when they did.
