F*CKING THE SLUT (1)
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Note: This story contains strong commanding erotic scenes.
She was in the backyard at the pool all by herself one afternoon.
Her husband was at work and the kids were at school, so she decided to get out the bikini and get a better tan. She loved the seclusion of the private yard and the sun was warm today.
She sat with a cold glass of ice tea beside her as she began to run the warm suntan oil into her soft flesh. First she did her arms starting just above the hands and slowly running them up to her shoulders and then back down again.
Each arm glistened in the sun from the oils
and she loved the feel of it on her body.
Next she did her shoulders, working the liquid into each one and then over her chest. Back and forth and slowly descending until she
met the soft swell of her breasts.
She looked down and was pleased with how this bikini top hugged her and pushed her breasts up into a fullness that she knew would be provocative if anyone were to see her.
But no one would see this swim suit. Touching the exposed tops of her breasts she rubbed the clear oil into each one and felt the
subtle yet sweet tingle of arousal.
Leaving her heaving breasts, her hands were now over her stomach and gliding with ease along this near flat surface, then lightly down
her sides.
Pressing lower she felt the fabric at the waist of the bikini bottom touch her fingers as she rubbed the warm oil into her yielding flesh. Her fingers went just slightly under her waist band as she thought how smooth she had shaved this area this morning in the
shower.
The combination of the warmth of the day coupled with the lovely sensations on her oiled skin added to the sensual feeling in
her body. She looked down and slowly pulled up one leg and applied the silky substance from the tops of her thighs to her red painted
toes in the open toed sandals.
The long strokes felt delicious on her
skin and she looked at how the combination of the bright sun and the shiny liquid made her legs look sexy and alluring as if she was
wearing an expensive pair of nylon stockings.
She approved of the look and also the sensation. Her hands rubbed the front and back of the legs as she finally put down the sunning product.
She must have been dozing off because she stirred abruptly as she heard what sounded like the high wooden pool gate open.
At first she seemed confused by the sound but then she looked into the corner of the quiet, seclude yard and saw a man come through the gate with a tool box.
He closed and latched it behind him and walked over to the pool house and opened the door where the filter system was located.
Vanessa was startled by his presence but suddenly realized that her husband had called the pool maintenance company to service the heater. He seemed to be all business as he pulled off the outer heater door and began to loosen the screws.
He must not have noticed her lying there and suddenly Vanessa realized that she was very exposed and uncovered in this little „private-time“ bikini she was wearing.
Her towel was across the path on the other side of the pool and she was afraid to draw this stranger's attention to her near naked body. She lay there quietly, hoping that he would be done and then go without even noticing her.
Just as she thought she would be saved by his 'all business' attitude, he stood to get behind the heater unit where he suddenly looked over directly at her in her chair. She froze in her place and didn't say a word. She hoped he would ignore her or even think she was sleeping behind her dark sunglasses.
But it seemed that her luck had run out.
“Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there“, he said as he put down his tools and walked over to her.
She was conscious of his size as he stood
over her and extended his hand. „I'm Sam. Your husband wanted me to get the heater going before the weekend so I decided this was a good day to get to it“, he said as his eyes began to take in all the exposed flesh she had on display in front of him.
Having little choice, she took his hand. He held it a bit too long as his big hand felt the
soft oily skin on her palm.
„I see you are all buttered up. It's a great day for being out in the sun.“ He rubbed his hands together as if using the oils on them as his eyes rested on her low cut top.
She could see him admiring her t**s as they were pushed up in the skimpy material.
Trying to think of a way out of this situation, Vanessa said, „Maybe I should go inside and let you work.“ With this she began to get up but he put a hand on her shoulder and held her there. „No need for that, it looks like you're all settled in and I won't be that long anyway.“
Knowing that she had no way out with him still over her and holding her shoulder, she slipped back into the chaise as his hand pulled back.
„You know, I was telling my girlfriend that she should start wearing little bikinis like the one you have on. But she said she didn't have
the body for it. I can see that you don't have any problem showing yourself off in one.“
„Listen, Sam, this is a private yard and I wasn't expecting any visitors. I am a wife and mother of two and I don't appreciate being
ogled or your comments“, she replied with a good bit of indignation.
„I don't know why you're offended. I was just telling you that I like the way you look in the bikini. What's so wrong with that“, he said sitting down in the chair right beside mine.
„Look“, Vanessa said, „I am married and just enjoying a very private quiet time by myself. I don't want to have this conversation with you.“
„Is it that wearing that swim suit is making you feel cheap or dirty? You should be proud of your body. For a woman who has had two
kids I think you look pretty good. Nice looking legs, a pretty flat stomach and some really nice looking t**s. I wish my girlfriend looked
half as good“, he said as his hand reached over and touched her left thigh.
“What are you doing “, she protested feeling his fingers squeeze the muscle and skin under his hand and then begin to stroke her thigh up and down.
Mmhmm“, she moaned unconsciously as his hand stopped just below the V of her crotch.
“I’m doing what your husband can’t now stand up and show your ass to me“, he said taking her hands, easily pulling Vanessa to her feet
in front of him. His hands were on her shoulders now and slowly turned her to face away from him.
He place another hands on her as hereached
up to take hold of her left breast over the bikini material. The other hand also moved from her ass and both breasts were being stroked as he pulled the aroused wife back to his body. “This is wrong“, she managed to say as he pulled the straps from her shoulders and exposed her as the bra fabric dropped to her waist.
His fingers now captured the full breasts and he pulled and stroked the n*****s. His mouth was beside her ear. His hips were pressed up against her ass and she felt his hardness pushing between her ass cheeks.
„I like your t**s They are still firm and big. I love the way your n*****s are getting
hard for me. You like this don't you?“
“Mmhhm, Yes yes i do”.She answered him but was stunned that her n*****s had reacted
to this and were betraying her.
His fingers captured the erect n*****s and were lightly pinching and pulling them. „I know you like it, don't you slut“, he breathed in her
ear. No one ever dared call Vanessa a slut, but the combination of his voice and hands was such an erotic high for the aroused wife.
But she knew she shouldn’t respond. She wouldn't respond. Does this make you wet? I know you must be wet. Tell me.“
- Writer
