Idle Fantasies: My Eyes Are Up Here

Seth Gamble rolls up to another house, pool kit on the shoulder, raps the front door and gets jack-shit. No answer, so he wanders around the side, figures he’ll knock out the job anyway. What he finds out back stops him cold: Lexi Luna, this one’s better half, laid out on a towel with nothing but a thong string cutting between two fat, round cheeks. Sun’s hitting that ass like it owes it money. Headphones in, clueless. He stares. He grins. He has ideas. When she finally clocks him she smiles like it’s just another Tuesday. Offers her name, waves him off to start scrubbing. Seth decides the pool can wait; he wants the view to keep rolling. Next thing, he’s got her up, bending to hand him the filter basket, and that thin bikini is working overtime. Moment he needs a new angle, keys ‘slip’ from his fingers straight into the deep end. ‘Shit—since you’re already wet…’ She rolls her eyes, but dives anyway. When she pops up the water’s streaming down her tits and Seth catches the full show from the edge. Lexi notices. Still doesn’t stop him. Instead she swims over, pops his fly, yanks his cock free right there on the tile. Warm mouth, wet tongue, no warm-up needed. He grabs the coping and lets her work. Half a minute later she tugs him in, water logging his clothes. They strip him in the shallow end, mouths smashing together, hands everywhere. Back on the deck towel she drops to her knees again, sucks him loud and sloppy while her tits bounce free of the top. She wedges his dick between them, pumps it in quick, sweaty strokes until the head pops shiny at the top. When she needs more, she lies back, spreads, and Seth dives tongue-first into her pussy, licking until her hips chase his face. Then he drives in missionary, hips snapping, her legs hiked on his shoulders. Towel’s half-folded, sunscreen smell, skin slapping. He flips to a lounger, she climbs on top, rides forward and reverse until her thighs burn. He stands, bends her, fucks her doggy until her arms give. Drops her to spoon, still buried, stroking slow and deep. She wants control. She flips, rides reverse, grinding until the chair creaks. Finally Seth pulls out, straddles her chest, pounds between those tits until he paints her throat and chin, warm ropes sliding between her collarbones.