Part of me wanted to get to know her better before we skipped to the action, but the little head was firmly in the “action now” mindset. And he was right. Kim had been ready since our photoshoot, the day before.
I told you, he said smugly. Start with a blowjob?
Um, no. I said you were right, not that you were in charge.
What? No fair!
Tough, I told him. We’re doing things my way.
Your way takes forever, he griped.
Yes, but my way gets better results.
So? I only care about one.
Which is why I’m in charge.
He pretended to sulk, but I knew better. He was still mostly hard, and he’d rise to the occasion when the time came. Kim was watching me, so I decided to explain.
“Sorry, I was having a conversation with my dick.”
Her eyebrows rose with amusement more than surprise. Christy had probably told her during one of their conversations. At least I didn’t need to explain.
I took the opportunity to admire her close-up instead. She wore her hair in a ponytail, but she’d styled it instead of simply tying it up when she’d climbed out of bed. She wore eye makeup too, and lipstick, a pink that matched her natural color. She worked at being pretty, all the time.
Her body was a similar testament. Her arms and shoulders were toned and firm from aerobics, and her stomach was as flat as Christy’s. I realized for the first time that she didn’t have tan lines from a bikini. Part of me was surprised that I hadn’t noticed before, but she was comfortable nude, so I hadn’t given it a second thought. And when I did, I realized that Carter didn’t have them either.
Hello? the little head said. Focus? Are you sure you don’t want me in charge?
I chuckled and shifted my attention back to Kim.
“Do I please you, sir?”
“Very much. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“And very sexy. The little head wants to get things started immediately. That’s what the conversation was about.”
Her brows knitted again. “Don’t you want to?”
“Of course!” I laughed. “But the big head wants to talk a little.”
“Oh, okay.”
I laughed again, softer and more suggestive. “The big head usually wins, but the little head is really, really excited. See for yourself.” I gestured, and she lowered her eyes to my pride and joy. The surface of the pool distorted the view, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying it. “Go ahead,” I said, “touch it.”
She gripped my cock and began stroking gently. Her red nails and tan fingers looked good around my pink shaft.
“Is there anything I can do, sir?” she asked. “To convince you?”
“That depends. What do you have in mind?”
“I could pleasure you, sir. I’d like that.”
“I’d like that too,” I said. “But in a minute. Are you allowed to kiss me?”
“If you want me to.”
“Do you want to?”
She paused uncertainly.
“I’m not like Carter,” I said. “He likes to be in control. I do too, but I want you to have a little control too. If you like something, tell me.”
“I like playing with your cock.”
“Anything else?”
“I like kissing, too.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
She leaned in and tilted her face up, and I kissed her. She was tentative at first, but after a moment she relaxed and kissed me in return. She put one hand on my chest to support herself and turned the other to get a better grip on my hard-on. She stroked gently and then sighed as our kiss heated up.
After a minute I cupped her firm ass and pulled her against me. She released my dick and slid her arms around me, and her breasts flattened against my chest. She kissed me again, hungrier than before.
Eventually I picked her up, turned, and set her on the side of the pool. We continued making out until I pulled back.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she panted. “Carter… He wants to watch. Sir.”
“I know. He can watch the second time.”
She didn’t argue, but I could feel her reluctance.
“You want to make him happy,” I said, “don’t you?”
“Of course. I want to make you happy too.”
“Then trust me. We’ll put on a show for him. The second time. The first is just for us.” I didn’t mention that the first was usually awkward. I wanted to learn more about her body and how she reacted to mine before we had sex in front of her husband (and biggest critic).
“Besides,” I added, “he’s a little busy at the moment.” I nodded over her shoulder, toward the full-length windows in the clubhouse doors.
She twisted her torso and saw for herself.
Carter had tied Christy to one of the tables, but we could only see her legs and feet. He was visible from the chest up through one of the normal windows. He did something, and Christy writhed in pleasure and strained against the bonds.
“Yes, sir,” Kim said. “You’re right.”
She faced me again, and I leaned toward her. She responded eagerly when I kissed her. And she wasn’t at all shy about my dick. She stroked with increasing urgency. In fact, she was a lot more passionate than I thought she’d be. Then again, she and Carter had obviously talked about it enough that her worries were a thing of the past.
Do you mind? the little head griped. I can’t concentrate with you yap, yap, yapping. Focus!
“Did I do something wrong?” Kim wondered hesitantly. “Sir.”
“What? Oh, no. Sorry.”
She smiled and blushed, and it was my turn to wonder.
“Lemme guess,” I said dryly, “Christy told you about me?”
“Yes, sir. She said you think too much. You get distracted in the middle of things sometimes. You aren’t upset, are you?” She gave my dick a hopeful squeeze, in case I was.
“No,” I chuckled. “Just… sometimes I have to remind myself how much women share with each other.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Sir.”
“Don’t be. I think it’s cool.”
“She told me what you like, though, and how to get your attention. For when you get distracted.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm hmm. She said I should suck your cock. I could do it now.”
Please, I’m begging you, say yes!
“What do you want?” I asked her.
You’re doing this on purpose, the little head accused. To punish me. What’d I ever do to you?
Kim’s smoldering expression said it all. Her lips parted suggestively, and she gave my dick an urgent tug. I wasn’t the only one who got the message.
Uh-oh… you’d better do something.
“May I pleasure you, sir?” she asked in a voice that was low and smooth and full of heat. “I’ll be a good girl and swallow every drop.”
I mean it. I dunno if I can hold it.
“Oh, God,” I managed. “Yes.”
Kim yelped in surprise when I lifted her into the pool and set her on her feet. Water sloshed onto the concrete as I vaulted to the side and landed with a wet splat. I grabbed her head, but she was already moving toward my hard-on.
Her lips closed around it, and the floodgates burst. I held her head and shot a geyser of come straight down her throat. She swallowed automatically and braced herself with her hands on my inner thighs. Then she moved them to my manhood. She stroked and massaged, swallowed and moaned, and the pressure eased as the spurts turned to gushes and then finally stopped.
I breathed hard through my nose and tried to focus. My dick was still very hard, but an aftershock made me gasp in surprise. Kim sighed and continued sucking.