It has been a long day. I get home from work and throw my keys down. I go straight to my bed and lay down, looking at my window as the sun seems like it will be setting soon on this summer evening. I realized that I can’t waste such a beautiful day. I look out to see that the hot tub is empty. I spring up out of my bed and strip out of my work clothes. Stopping to stare in the mirror for a bit before I put swim shorts on that are just a bit too tight and shirt to match. I get down and as I’m walking over I notice I you in the hot tub bubbles on reading a book. You look up at me and blush. I’m pleasantly confused, but nonetheless determined to unwind on this beautiful day. The sky now a mosaic of purple, orange and red, I slowly take my shirt off and once again caught your glare. I walk in slowly giving you a stare of my own as I step in. You dart your eyes up from the book a few more times. I asked you what you’re reading. You said it was just some book your sister bought you. Not breaking my gaze I reworded my question to ask you the title. Sensing that I was not going to be satisfied with a half answer, you relent and tell me it’s an erotic novel, still would not give me the name. I still stare with a smirk letting your sentence marinade in silence. I then break the tension asking you why you couldn’t stop staring at me. You rebutled by saying that I haven’t even asked your name yet. Finding your defensiveness cute I tell you “Names are unimportant, but if you want to know what you’ll be yelling later, it’s Sean”. You hide your face with your book and say “That’s incredibly bold and presumptuous, I’m Chelsea”. You extend your hand for a hand shake, I take your hand, kiss it and tell you “I only know how to be bold, Chelsea”, “No ring, maybe I’ll change that” you smile and look away. “Well no that we’re acquainted, why don’t you inform me why you were staring so hard.”. You look down in embarrassment and point up to my window, open and clearly visible from where we are sitting.
“You perv.”I say jokingly you look embarrassed and I ask if you liked what you saw. You looked at me confidently and said “What do you think?” i replied with “I think it’s unfair that you saw me and haven’t seen you.”. “You just met me” was your response. “Yes, and I’ve already imagined you naked at least three times”. You look away in disbelief once again. “Well your imagination is going to have to do, because you won’t be seeing me today.”. “What about tonight, the sun is setting after all.” i proclaimed, you bite your lip, shake your head, look away and exhale.You finally got words together to say that you really didn’t see that much. I asked if you’d like to. Your eyes widened and you whispered “right here?” I stripped my swim shorts off slowly, watching your eyes closely as they stared intently, as I took them off. You squeezed your book, bit your lip a little and when I put my shorts on the floor next to the tub you inched closer. As you inched forward I stopped you, then I walked over to you and whispered in your ear “your turn”.I took the book that you were still gripping tightly out of your hands and put it to the side. Reach my hand, sound your waist and pull you into me. My excitement squeezes between your thighs. You whispered to me “What are we doing” I responded “something dangerous” I then kissed you. Your lips tasted like grapes from the finest Italian wine. You take your swim suit bottoms off and I begin to tease you with my fingers. Still kissing you I move down to your neck the mosaic of colors from before dimmed down into the darkness of the night as the exterior lights turned on. I pulled you on top and I lined up my excitement ready to enter you. You whisper to me “slow please”. I push you down onto me, you exhale sharply and bury your head in my shoulders still in disbelief that you are even doing this. Just as we get into a good rhythm I get slightly impatient. I lift you up and place you on the edge lying you down on top of our long forgotten swim bottoms. And move in and out of you harder and deeper than before. Your exhales turned to moans as I stroked you long, deep and hard. In and out. Inhale exhale. Hard breath and moan. I take your legs and put them on my shoulders and go deeper than before, faster as our heart rate increases, i feel your legs push back on my shoulder, you put your hand on my hip pushing me back slightly, while you bite the other hand trying not to make any noise. Too late you scream my name as your legs start to shake. You yell out not caring if anyone hears “cum inside me”, it took only two more deep strokes before I couldn’t take it anymore and filled you up inside with my warmth. I stopped, pulled out and laid next to you, and asked you, “What was your name again?” you slap my chest and I tell you I’m just kidding. I get up, put my shorts on and ask “Well, Chelsea what else do you have planned tonight, because I have some more bad ideas” you smile.
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