She laughed heartily as she let him walk her towards the hot tub. "You're a case, you know that? A real case. Alien invasion, my ass."
"Yep. Those are two extraordinary things."
"What?"
"The alien invasion, and your ass." He reached out and caressed her nearest butt cheek.
She laughed again. "Liar! You just like me for my boobs." However, she certainly didn't mind what his hand was doing.
Like a gentleman, he guided her into the hot tub - or maybe that wasn't so gentlemanly, since it gave him an excuse to keep his hand on her ass and fondle it some more. "Not so. I love every single inch of you. On the inside and the outside. You're an amazing, amazing woman."
She snickered, "Hmmm, you especially seem to love the inches on my rear end." She wiggled it a bit, as if trying to shake his hand off, but that only ended up arousing both of them still more, as well as setting her tits off yet once more, like a shaking plate of Jell-O.
He brought a second hand to her other ass cheek, and gave both of them a good squeeze. But he deadpanned, "I have no idea what you mean."
She giggled, but then slipped free from his fondling. As she seated herself in the tub, she said, "Outside AND inside, huh? So you like my spleen?"
"Like it? I positively LOVE it! You've got a totally sexy spleen. It's definitely on my Christine's Top Five Internal Organs list."
"You nut, get in the tub already!" She laughed yet again and reached up to pull him into the water.
She gasped. Oh my! It's so... BIG! There it was again in all its glory, that protruding bulge of thick, hard cock, straining to get free of his swim trunks.
With him standing directly above her, she had a great view of his tremendous erection. It was pushing out against his swimsuit so strongly that she could even see the outline of his cockhead. Looking at its tented shape made her dizzy. Flustered, she gaped at it, awestruck, fearful, and lusting.
She forced herself to look up past his crotch to his face. "So, what's your Christine's Top Five External Organs list?"
He quickly replied, "Oh, that's easy. I'll be perfectly honest, and in no particular order: your boobs, your ass, your hoo-ha, your mouth, and your eyes. But then again, there are things I can't leave off the list. What about your legs, your nose, and your hair? I can't skip them."
She felt goose bumps of arousal all over. "Your hoo-ha?!" Did he really just say that?! Gaawwwd! He IS being perfectly honest. How long can I put him off from fucking me, if he wants me there?! Aside from that, I love his list. The others I expected - boobs as number one, of course! No particular order? Ha! But I'm a little surprised about the mouth. He must really like kissing me!
That last thought was partly true; he did love to kiss her. But more than that, he was imagining what it would be like to have Christine's lips stretched around his thick shaft. he knew that she excelled at everything she seriously attempted, which meant she could potentially become a world-class cocksucker.
She kept her thoughts about his selections to herself, and snickered, "Cheater! I asked for five and you gave me eight." Her gaze drifted back down to his raging boner, straining against his swimsuit. Even in the darkness she could clearly see the wet spot and the exact shape of his cockhead. She could barely breathe.
He smirked. "Guilty as charged. Actually, it was impossible to keep it down to eight. The only thing I don't like about you is the inside of the second digit of your left pinky."
She couldn't resist looking at her pinky. There was nothing unusual about that spot; she realized to her pleasure that he was simply teasing her.
He stepped into the lukewarm water.
She was both relieved and annoyed that she was no longer directly confronted with the thinly covered sight of his huge boner. She turned on the jets and the heater. The water started to heat up, churn, and bubble. Looking at his hands, she said, "Be careful of your bandages, so they don't get wet."
He replied sarcastically, "Yes, Mom." He immediately thought, Note to self: be very, very, VERY careful with any "Mom" mentions around Christine! Especially because it's likely to make my dick twitch and throb.
She went on, "Why don't I do you first, since my hands are more functional? I'll bet your mom doesn't tell you THAT. And I'm certain she doesn't do THIS!" She hugged him from behind, as he already had started to turn around in the tub in response to her suggestion. As she said "THIS!" she mashed her huge boobs into his back. Her soft tit-flesh molded to his skin, but her hard nipples poked deep into it.
Oh, if only you knew! he thought. He was very glad she couldn't see his guilty face. Mom's tits feel exactly like that too. Pure heaven! I'm so lucky. Too lucky! Even I get annoyed at how damn lucky I am.
But he merely said, "Oh! Wow! You're right! That's some pretty special service."
"For a pretty special guy," she cooed. She started to massage his chest, but it was sort of half a massage and half a sexy fondle. She thought, with some frustration, Well, now I'm a total slut. I'm hopeless. I just can't help myself around him! But then again, I have to remember that I'm using him just like he's using me. We're both young, fit, and horny, and we're having fun pleasuring each other sexually. What's wrong with that?!
She wondered about his erection. She perched her head on his shoulder, so despite the bubbly, churning water she could look down his body and see the tent in his shorts. If I were a good seductress, I'd keep massaging his front, working my hands down until they reached that bulge. Then I'd go to town on it. But I can't! I can't!
Just thinking about it, her heart started to pound wildly. But, what would happen then? "Go to town" - what does that mean, exactly? Would I just... stroke it? I'm not like sexy and talented like Amy or Heather; I'd make a fool of myself. Heather may be an evil bitch, but I'm sure she knows her way around Alan's penis. Most everybody else's too for that matter, the shameless slut! What would I do? I'd flail about like a beached fish! I don't know anything about anything, not really. Why did I have to be a "good" girl?
She stomped her foot in the tub in frustration.
And, hell, what about Mrs. Pestridge?! Just one look at her and anyone can tell she's got to be some kind of succubus or vixen, a goddess of sex! There's NO WAY I can compete!
She noticed the water had made his swimsuit just a bit transparent, plus the fabric was clinging to him like a second skin, allowing her to clearly see the shape of his still straining erection. Oh, shit! I can see inside his swimsuit. Well, practically, anyway. There it is, right there! Oh, God! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, it's HUGE! Women actually put that in their MOUTH?! No way! Heather is SUCH a SLUT! What's wrong with me? Whenever I think of her touching my man I get ill, but now imagining her with sliding that thing in and out of her mouth actually gets me hot! Help! I feel like I'm losing my mind!
She gave up on massaging his chest and resorted to a more standard massage of his back. She was in a better position to do that anyway, and it allowed her to let her raging libido cool down.
After a minute or so, she tried to restart the conversation. "Now that we're settled, tell me all about this imminent Alan invasion. I mean, this alien invasion!" She blushed at making another Freudian slip.
Remembering her punches from her earlier slip up, and not wanting to embarrass her too much, he gracefully ignored this one. He spoke in an earnest, apologetic tone. "Um, I have a confession to make. There really is no alien invasion. I just said that to keep you from your bikini top."
"NoooOOOOoooo!" she said sarcastically. "Color me shocked! Shocked! I'm just like that guy in Casablanca who's shocked to find out about the gambling taking place as he collects his winnings. Alan Plummer, a tit man? Pass me the smelling salts!"
"Okay, wise gal. But you have to admit breasts are pretty great. I know you've complained how they're these useless things that hurt your back and get in your way, but didn't you like what I was doing to them earlier? Didn't that feel good?"
She blushed a little, as she thought about his hands and what they'd been doing. Her blush deepened, as she thought about his lips on her nipples and how good they made her feel. She teased, "That may be so, but you're still a relentless boob fiend."
He pretended to be offended, but he was just teasing. "'Boob fiend?' Me? I resent that. I also resent being called a Tit Terror, Breast Beast, Rack Maniac, or Hooter Looter."
She giggled and shook her head at his silliness. He couldn't see her head shaking since she was directly behind him, but he could feel it from the way her nipples were sliding back and forth across his back.
"I tell you, I'm not going to take this disparagement of my character lying down." He literally stood up in the hot tub as he said that and turned around to face her, and then struck a dramatic and dignified pose. (That is, it was dramatic if you could overlook his raging boner, and she certainly couldn't, especially since it was practically in her face.)
He proclaimed, "I'll have you know that I'm a much more complicated person than you realize. I also really like asses."
She guffawed, but also thought, What if he gets me out of my bikini bottoms instead? Or, in addition? That would be really hot! If only I'd worn the bottoms with tie strings. I could just let them come off me in the water! I was lying right on top of that thing; it was RIGHT THERE! I'd be in so much trouble! I wish we were back in the chair. Maybe his stiffy would accidentally pop out, and then I could hold... No! Too scary! And speak of the devil, there it is again, still practically poking me in the nose! Doesn't it ever go down?!
He started wading around behind her to get to her back side. He said, "On a completely unrelated note, haven't you been massaging my chest long enough? Your hands must be tired. Why don't I massage your chest for a while?" He knelt down behind her in the water and brought his hands up to her wet globes from behind.
She laughed some more, and mock squealed, "Help! I'm being attacked by a Breast Beast!" But she made no move to actually take his hands off her tits as he cupped their undersides.
As she relaxed back into him, she suddenly felt his erection pressing up against her ass. She gasped, and knelt stock still in the bubbling water. OH GOD! DEAR GOD! IT'S RIGHT THERE!
His tit-flesh-filled hands also suddenly went still as he realized where things were positioned. His erection was lined up right along her ass crack. In a way, this felt even more forbidden and arousing to her than when it had been pressing against her pussy lips.
She even stopped breathing, as the moment seemed to stretch into eternity. Wow, pussies really do throb. I always laughed at that when I read it in romance novels, but I guess I was simply never this turned-on before.
She tried to calm her breathing, because she felt like she was on the verge of having a heart attack. Breathe, Christine. In. Out. In. Out. Oh God, what if it slips out? What if I have no bottoms on? What if it slips IN?! He's so close to fucking me! That idea both alarmed and aroused her so much that her heart pounded like a big bass drum.
She had always thought she was a good girl. Even the idea of anal sex was disgusting to her, but out of nowhere she wiggled against him, anyway. She could feel the contours of his cockhead as it wedged deeper into her ass crack. Oh my God, what am I doing?! I'm no slut! But that big stiff rod of his feels soooo GOOD! I'm glad I'm in the water so my suit is already wet. One thin strip of fabric is all there is between him and my virginity!
Somehow, I know Alan's going to be the one to take my cherry, but not tonight! Please, don't have him try tonight! I'm nowhere close to being ready for THAT!
She thought about making a joke to ease the sudden erotic tension. The line "Is that your big dick or are you just happy to see me?" came to mind. Then she realized there was no joke in that, as it was too close to reality. She decided to simply pretend that contact wasn't happening. Some moments later, she complained more seriously, "You silly, silly man. I wasn't even massaging your chest for more than a minute."
He was happy to go along with her denial of how their privates were gently yet steadily grinding against each other, since that meant they could grind some more. He replied in a casual voice, "Far too long, in my opinion. You're probably all traumatized and exhausted, but I know the cure. Here, let me do this for the next few hours instead." He began fondling and pulling on her nipples.
She thought longingly, I wish! If only I could have hour after hour of this, please! She glanced again at her house and was relieved to see it was still dark. Unfortunately, my parents are going to come home. But then again, he's got to leave soon anyway. I'm not going to remind him about that though. Let him be late so we can be like this forever!
She had a sudden realization. Wow! I really love sex! I've been missing out, so much! But then again, somehow I know it wouldn't be half as good with anyone else.
She luxuriated in the way he teased and twirled her nipples. Each small movement seemed to go right to her smoldering pussy, which was tingling and throbbing with need. The warm, bubbling, churning water added yet another level of stimulation to her fully erect, oversized clit. Unconsciously, she swiveled and undulated her hips, rubbing against the iron bar pressing into her ass crack. Moment by moment the tension built, stretched tight like a harp string, until she was holding her breath in expectation.
She was flying high. Mmmm... So divine! Alan has the magic touch. I can't even imagine how much better it'll be when he fucks me, and he IS going to fuck me! How could it possibly be anyone else?! I do love him, now more than ever!
He could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He was getting pretty close to shooting off himself by this point, so he wasn't fighting his own urges very hard. He started bouncing up and down on the bench in the tub, knowing that would cause her ass to bounce and grind over his thinly covered erection.
At the same time, he kneaded both her tits. With the other women he'd been with, he'd gained a sense of just how gentle or rough he should be when it came to breast play, mostly by the vocal feedback he received. Most of his women preferred a more gentle touch (although Brenda was an exception). However, with Christine, he noticed that the rougher he got, the more passionately she purred and moaned. So he went all out, digging deep into her tit-flesh as much as he dared.
She loved it. Soon, she was practically ready to hyperventilate. Ah! Ah! I can't take it! Too... good! So damn GOOD! All the grinding and kneading... AH! It's too much! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! This has to be better than sex; it has to, or else I'll DIE if he fucks me! Make that WHEN he fucks me! GOD! HELP ME!
Then the tension snapped and she was there. She closed her lips to hold back a cry, and moaned through her nose in a long whine as the spasms began. She climaxed, trembling and gasping, the muscles in her thighs twitching.
"Whoa," he said in surprise. "You okay?" Not knowing what else to do, he just supported her, still holding her boobs from behind, until she was quiet again.
"Um, yeah. I'm just so tense. It feels good to release the tension. You know, from the fight." She was too embarrassed to admit that she had just come, even though she guessed he'd realized it.
"Yeah. The fight." He did realize it, but he was willing to play dumb, if that gave her enough of a fig leaf to make her feel better.
God, I think I've been drugged, she thought. Yes, that must be it. That wasn't me that did that; it was some doped-up and hypnotized version of me. He hypnotized me with those devilish fingers of his. And that big dick. Mustn't forget about THAT!
I was even thinking about getting fucked! That is soooo not going to happen, not anytime soon. I hope he doesn't get pushy about that, because that's where I have to draw the line. We have to take this step by step, and that step's a long way off.
She drew several deep, trembling breaths. She could scarcely believe that his hands were starting to knead and explore her tits again, when she'd barely had a chance to catch her breath. Then she realized that while she'd climaxed, and was feeling sensitive all over, he hadn't climaxed. He still needed his release.
However, she still wasn't ready to help his penis with her hands. Damn! Talk about not being ready yet, I'm still too chicken to even touch him there. Too much has happened tonight. I need time to adjust before I can "go there." I sure wish I could though. Gaawwwd, he's so BIG!
Reluctantly, she said, "I think that will be quite enough playing with my boobs for today." She also was growing increasingly overwhelmed by the feeling of his stiff rod wedged in her ass crack. It seemed that he wasn't making the slightest move to fix that, so she wiggled out of his grasp, and away from his cock.