She grabbed a towel and headed out back. Mark was underwater and when she saw him her bravery almost waned. She froze for a moment, watching as he emerged, wiped the water from his eyes and as he noticed her, his jaw dropped.
“Good god! Cherie, if your parents get home and see you wearing that, they are going to kill you — and maybe me too!” he said stunned.
“You really like it?” she asked throwing the towel down the chaise. “It’s just the two of us, who cares what I wear?”
“Hey, you can wear whatever you want around me,” he said. “Or not wear, as the case may be. That thing looks nearly painted on.”
She twirled around, struck a pose and said, “I didn’t know if you would appreciate it.”
“Oh I do, but you better hope you can get back into the house before your mother or father gets home.”
“My parents? They are gone all weekend — Napa Valley trip until Sunday night.”
“Well, okay,” he said dubiously.
“If it makes you that uncomfortable, I could just take it off,” she said challengingly.
“Whatever you like,” he retorted, not taking his eyes off of her for a moment.
She reached back behind and started to tug the strings waiting for him to say something. She turned sideways so that he could see her pulling the string to her bikini top. “Are you sure?” she asked as she tugged the strings.
“Positive,” he said.
Cherie couldn’t believe what was happening. She could tell she was having an effect on him. He was staring at her with a look in his eyes that she had never seen from him before. If she had any doubts about how he felt about her body they instantly disappeared.
She dropped the strings and they fell loose behind her. Her top was hanging down, only secured by the strings around her neck and she saw Mark swallow, his eyes never leaving her lush body.
She reached up to the back of her neck and undid the strings there. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked. “I wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble.”
“No trouble here,” he croaked.
“Great,” she said, dropping the top to the ground. I wanted to get an even tan.”
Her dark pink nipples were hard and she could feel herself getting wet, but he was still in the pool. She was fairly certain that he already had an erection, but how could she see?
“Would you mind putting some suntan lotion on my back,” she asked sweetly.
“Maybe in a little bit,” he said. “I’m just going to do a few laps.”
“I knew it!” she crowed. “It does bother you — you are uncomfortable with me topless.”
“No, it doesn’t!” he replied hotly. “You want some oil on your back, fine.”
“Good,” she said, and turned the chaise lounge around so it faced him. Then, she lay down on her stomach and said, “I’m waiting.”
She could see the internal struggle in him, then his face resolved. “Fine.” With one smooth move, he pulled himself up and out of the pool.
She gasped. His swimsuit clung to him and she could see the outline of his cock, giant, and bigger than anything she’d even known possible. He was hard and if his cock had been pointing straight up, she was sure it would have emerged from his waistband. Instead, it was angled to the side and she could see why Jessica hadn’t made it to the game.
Now that she’d verified how big he was, she knew she should stop, but she knew there was no way she could. She would have to push this as far as she could. She wanted him and from the way he was acting, he wanted it too.
He picked up the bottle of oil and before she could say anything, straddled from behind.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as she felt his muscular legs press against her softer ones.
“Just putting on some oil. Why? Does this bother you?”
“No,” she said, feeling herself getting even more turned on. “It’s just that your bathing suit is so wet.”
“Easily fixed,” he said. “As long as you don’t mind, I can just take it off.”
“Not at all,” she whispered, then cleared her throat and repeated louder. “Not at all.”
She heard him stand up, heard his swimsuit plop on the ground, then he reassumed his former position, but this time, she could feel his giant rod in the deep cleft of her ass.
He squirted the lotion on her back and began to work it in with his strong hands. “Like this?” he asked.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she replied, loving the feel of his hands on her. He massaged the oil into her back, then her arms and as he did, she felt his cock sliding up and down between her ass-cheeks.
“I hate to ruin this bathing suit with oil,” he said suggestively.
“You’re right,” she said. “Since you’re already down there, do you mind taking it off for me?”
“Not at all,” he said and untied the strings on both sides. She lifted her hips slightly and he tugged it out.
As his hands went lower, slowly running down her back, and then, she felt him fingers reach her round ass. His hands ran along her wide hips and down around the curve of her ass and back up again. Slowly, he began to massage her ass, then added a bit more oil.
“Wouldn’t want your perfect butt to burn, would we?” he said.
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” she replied and spread her legs a silent invitation.
He climbed off and folded a towel on the ground next to the chair, then kneeled on it. He dribbled oil up and down both of her legs, slowly, touching every curve of her body all the way to her feet. Everywhere he touched it was like fire on her skin, sending thrills throughout her body. When he got to her feat, he started massaging the oil back up her legs again.
“That feels so good,” she said softly.
“Yes, it does,” he answer, his voice husky and deep.
As he reached the backs of her soft thighs, he slowed down a bit, giving her the chance to stop him, but she said nothing.
She spread her legs just a bit more, giving him the access he needed. He massaged the oil into her soft inner thighs, then wiped his hands off on a towel. Gently, his fingers slipped between the folds of her soaked pussy and she moaned in response.
She reached back and traced down his stomach until she found his cock, hard and waiting. As she wrapped her fingers around it, she felt him swell even further in her hand.
“Holy shit, Mark,” she breathed. “You’ve been hiding this the whole time?”
“Well,” he said modestly. “Besides, you’ve been hiding things too,” he said as his other hand slowly traced the swell of her ass.
“I haven’t been hiding anything,” she answered and then moaned as his fingers found her clit.
“You think I really like mowing the lawn?” he said softly, “I can’t tell you how long I have wanted to slid my hands across your hips and down between your soft thighs.”
Cherie gasped as his hands matched his words and his he slid one finger inside. He teased her gently and she gasped as she pushed back against him, raising her ass wanting more.
“Wow, you’re dripping wet,” he said chuckling.
“How else am I going to get that log between your legs into me?” she moaned.
“True,” he said, and added another finger. As a second digit plunged into her, his thumb started making little circles around her clit, teasing her and making her even wetter.
“Shit, I don’t think I can take much more of this,” she said and he quickened his pace, teasing her little bud and sending shivers through her body. She began to jack his massive cock slowly and feeling him get even harder in her hand turned her on even more. She felt the pleasure deepen as he teased her clit relentlessly. She could feel the excitement build and she moaned as his fingers continued to teas her relentlessly. Suddenly she realized she couldn’t take much more and that he was going to make her cum. Pleasure shot throughout her body and she could barely breathe as the orgasm hit.