Rob Thompson - Summer 2024
By Friday, the only thing on my mind was leaving work early and heading to Nora's. Even though we had most of the last few evenings together, making sure the house would be ready for her party on Saturday, there were still finishing touches needed.
During the week, a crew from Thomas' company had managed to bring the swimming pool back to a usable state. Nora's father himself had spent a lot of time around too. The renovations were advancing faster than ever, at the cost of time for Nora and I to be alone.
As a result I had yet to find myself back to being tied up in her bed, I could almost feel the emptiness around my wrists and ankles. On top of that I had to spend most of Monday night talking Nora down from the high she had gotten from the pictures Emma and I had sent of our dalliance.
Seeing Nora so titillated by our hookup was a welcome change from the repressed anger that had oozed out of her last time around. Especially since Emma had shown up at my place in the middle of the night for a tipsy booty call on Wednesday, which I had yet to inform Nora of.
All of that left me eagerly applying a new layer of varnish to the porch. The sooner I was finished there, the sooner Nora would be able to take her ownership over me back, as she had planned for me to spend the next three nights here. All I could think about was how it would feel to slide back under her control.
Someone clearing their throat behind me pulled me from my thoughts, leaving me a little startled. I got up and turned around to find Mister Anderson, from the HOA. The sun was beating down on me, and I had discarded my shirt leaving me to wear only pants and painting gloves. Would he start to think that I spent all my time half-naked?
The portly man was looking at me, but he must have steeled himself before approaching, because this time around he was able to maintain eye contact.
"Mister Thompson." I took my gloves off, and shook the hand he was offering. "Do you know where I might find Miss Jennings?"
This did not presage anything good. "She's on the run to the hardware store with her dad right now." I quickly checked behind him, but both the front yard and pavement were clear of any debris. What could he want with Nora?
"Well that's unfortunate." He continued in a formal tone. "Word reached us that a pool has been installed in the backyard. As per the Association's guidelines, a state-accredited auditor has been assigned to inspect the property tomorrow. They will expect the pool to be emptied."
This was not just bad, it was cataclysmic. Nora had planned her housewarming as a pool party for months now. We would never have time to empty it and refill it in time. She was already stressed out enough as was, if this went through I only imagine our play time fading in the distance.
"On a Saturday?" I tried to keep the anguish out of my voice. "This has to be crazy expensive. Surely it could wait until after the weekend." I had heard about overzealous HOA's on the internet before, but this seemed insane.
"You must understand, this is a question of safety for Miss Jennings' neighbors. The Association takes such matters very seriously." He shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to remain professional but not immune to my obvious disappointment
"But the pool was already there when she bought the house. This has to be a mistake." If desperation could reveal someone's true character, I hated what the idea that had just bloomed in my mind said about me.
I grabbed his the hand, which took him by surprise and put a damper on his counter argument. "Come with me I'll show you, the pool's no danger." With a big smile, and a slight tilt of my head I pulled him in, enticing him to follow me.
We briskly made our way to the patio on the back of the house. Mister Anderson was looking at me with bewildered eyes. He had clearly caught the shift in my demeanor.
"See, it's really nice out here." I led him to the outdoor table and pulled a chair out from under it. "Why don't you take a seat Mister." My voice was dripping with honey, I put a gentle hand on his shoulder, the physical contact sending a visible shiver through his neck.
He sat down, and I knelt next to him, crossing my arms over the armrest. His mouth was open and he was staring at me, breathing heavily.
"I know it would be so much work for you to reschedule the inspection." I was looking straight up at him, smiling as innocently as I could. "But I'm sure we could agree on a way for me to help motivate you." I moved one hand to his thigh.
He swallowed hard. "I uh.. I'm not sure I follow you.." His voice did sound unsure, but there was plenty of evidence that the rest of his body was reading my intentions. I rested my hand on his bulge, rubbing softly through the material.
"He knows what I mean." The contact of my fingers through his jeans made him let a deep, low breath out. I slowly undid his zipper. "What do you say Mister? Will you help Nora out if I take care of our friend here."
He stared at me blankly for a few seconds. I was terrified, had I been too direct, too quick, would he tell Nora? But just as my courage was about to desert me, he gave me an eager nod. I did not need to be told twice.
The cock I fished from his pants was thick, if a little short, surrounded by a nest of thick hair. He was already hard, and I began to rub him with one hand, while the other was running over his thigh. I slowly brought my face closer to him, making sure that my warm breath would hit his sensitive skin.
Just as I was on the verge of taking him in, I looked up. His head had lolled back, his mouth hanging open, reveling in my touch. "If I were you, I'd look down right about now." I could hear my own smile. I was starting to get into the moment, my pants starting to feel restrictive.
Tilting my head to the side, to be able to keep looking in his eyes, I finally took him in my mouth. He was the very image of a man who could not believe what was happening to him. The taste of his cock was not too bad, but I was still doing my best to distract myself from it, focusing on how much fun it would be to tell Nora about that encounter later.
For a few moments I gently bobbed my head up and down on his lap, my tongue diligently working towards his release. But I could not have predicted what Mister Anderson would do next.
All of a sudden his hands were on the back of my head, pulling me deeper into his crotch. With me pressed against him like that, he got up from the chair. I almost fell down, one hand catching the table while my other arm wrapped around his thigh, before I could find my balance on my heels.
Any fear I felt over the loss of control in the situation was immediately overshadowed by the immense arousal it caused in me. Without saying a word, he started to pump his hips into my face, masturbating himself with my mouth.
