Red Confession: Pool Tease That Ended in Her Insatiable Hunger

The small pool hummed with midday splashes. Chlorine stung my nose. I was 19, hard-wired for legs kicking underwater. Breaststroke women, backs arched. Maillots slipping into cracks. This place had close showers, a peek across the divide.

She appeared. Mid-40s. Pretty, not model. Loose swimsuit. Elastic sagging. Transparent enough for her dark bush tease. I stared every pass. Paused at the wall. She swam backstroke. Hand groped blindly. Landed on my bulge. ‘Sorry,’ she murmured. Heart slammed. Coincidence?

Igniting the Fever in the Water

Nagged again. Same touch. No accident. Her skill. I waited. Third time. She chatted casually. Gray-green eyes sparkled. ‘Intimate here,’ I stammered. She smiled. Ass brushed back as she climbed out. I pressed forward. Basin to cheeks. She glanced, wicked grin.

Week of fever dreams. Her in showers. Hands on me. Returned same hour. She toyed another guy. He fled. I dove in. Her palm hit target. Erection throbbed. Doubled her. Touched her ass fleetingly. Game on. Pool end crowded. She gripped wall, back to me. I ground in. She pressed back. Undulated subtle. Legs quaked. Sweat under water. She fled to excuse.

Followed to showers. She waited outside. Car offer. Grève excuse. Drove her home. Chat neutral. Like no frottage happened. Dropped her. ‘Next week.’ Coquettish eyes. Rage at my timidity.

Next week. Emptier lane. Why same line? Bold. Slipped suit down as she neared. Cock sprang. Her hand trapped. Gripped shaft. Pulled out. Cheeks flushed. Smiled. Fled. Later, crowded. She ground again. Talking neighbor. My hand underwater. Kneaded cheeks. Deeper try. She slipped away, amused smirk.

Shower wait. ‘Ride again?’ Skirt hiked in car. Thigh brushed gearshift. ‘Firm ass?’ ‘Refresh memory.’ Hand climbed. She dodged. Home. Wine. Legs parted. No panties. Bush glistened.

Blazing Release in Her Clutches

Part two fever peaked. ‘Pool cocks excite?’ ‘Yes. Masturbate home.’ ‘Alone?’ ‘Husband limp. You’re equipped.’

The blaze erupted. Kneeled. Hands roamed. Zipper down. Mouth engulfed. Gourmand suck. Balls cupped. Tongue swirled. Heart pounded. Legs shook. Exploded. She swallowed every pulse. Licked clean. Rehardened fast. Youth’s gift.

Moquette floor. Skirt up. Blouse open. Heavy tits free. ‘Lick me.’ Dove in. Pussy carved perfect. Pool tang mixed with nectar. Clit throbbed. Hips bucked. Cock slapped belly.

‘Fuck me.’ Slid in. Soaked grip. She met thrusts. Flipped doggy. Butt slammed. Moans raw. ‘Been dreaming your ass since first grab.’ Hanched hips. Faster. She quivered. ‘Cum! I’m cumming!’ Held. Then flooded her. Spasms chained ours.

Collapsed. Tongue cleaned cock. Swelled again. Pushed me back. Impaled. Tits bounced. Guided hips. Moaned deep. Lifted. Ass to tip. Sank on ring. Tight vise. Rode slow. Milk every drop. Second load. Her peak softer.

Ashes settled. Skin fevered. Hearts slowed. Shower together. Water rinsed sins. Left her sated. Met poolside later. Sparks lingered. But that’s another blaze.