I lowered myself to my knees and held my lady's ass, pulling her crotch to my face.
Her feminine scent was a little stronger and richer than the prior night's delight. I nuzzled her warmth, filling my lungs with her aroma. The most bizarre confluence of stimuli and emotions intermingled as she stroked my scalp with her fingertips. There I was, with my head resting against the inner thigh of the most complex, beautiful woman I had ever known. My nose was millimeters away from her fully clothed genitals. She was not only permitting but encouraging me to explore her with my senses.
The bizarre conflict that surprised me was that I was totally and completely relaxed and satisfied. I felt no urge to rip her clothes off and mount her. Her carriage and her tender encouragements simply tamed me, and I liked that.
"What are you thinking, baby?" she asked in a relaxed tone.
"That I've died and gone to heaven. I smell my Devo."
She smiled at me with the sweetest affection.
"God. I could sit here all day. But time is getting away," I advised.
I watched her doff her business attire and change into casual shorts and a t-shirt then simple flip-flops on her feet. I was already wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a tee that read "I'm in IT. Thank me later."
She studied my bed. "Decorative pillows? Seriously?"
"Yeah." I smirked. "I was trying to impress you."
"You're a goofball, and I love it," she said with a wink.
We walked out to my car and headed to a store a mile away where she selected a carton of vegetable broth, a bundle of green onions, a small package of hot peppers, some fresh fruit, and a small bottle of sesame oil. At the seafood counter, she requested a half pound of peeled and deveined fresh shrimp. Heading to the registers, she added a twenty-four-can carton of Diet Coke and a case of bottled water.
Because of Kentucky's weird laws, we needed to walk next door to another location (but with the same name) to buy a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.
We returned to the condo, unpacked the groceries, and stashed the various sundries. She spooned a dollop of crunchy peanut butter and peeled a perfectly spotted banana, leaning against the pantry door and looking at me while enjoying her light lunch.
"Wanna go for a swim?" I asked right after she took the last bite of fruit and peanut butter.
"
Oorh! Yeahr
!" she said while trying to clear her mouth.
I laughed at her, so she stuck her tongue out at me.
I walked closer to her and said, "What was that, young lady?"
She did it again. I took her tongue into my mouth and enjoyed the flavor of peanut butter, banana, and Devo.
I took her empty spoon and banana peel from her hands. I trashed the latter then washed the former in the sink as she trotted back to the bedroom and started rooting through her travel bag, finally pulling out a bright orange bikini.
She held the bottom in front of her hips and asked, "You know, I travel with swimwear everywhere I go even though I hardly ever go swimming. I've never even worn this suit. Is it okay?"
"Of course."
I couldn't imagine why it wouldn't be. Hell, I'd have proposed we go skinny-dipping if it were a private backyard pool, but, alas, it would be occupied with other residents of the complex. She changed into her two-piece and slipped one of my oversized t-shirts over it while I simply shucked my lower half and put on some green Hawaiian-print trunks.
Before heading out the door, I grabbed the reusable shopping bag we'd just unloaded and put two towels and a spray can of sunscreen inside it. I also grabbed two big bottles of water from the fridge plus two identical, but frozen ones from the freezer. I stashed all four between the towels so they'd stay cold.
She examined the bag, looking for a place to hide her iPhone.
"Just leave it here. You don't have a job," I suggested.
She looked at the screen, and, indeed, it already read "No Service" in the status bar. The mobile telecommunications team had already terminated her line. She was on her own.
"You can use mine here, but there's no public Wi-Fi out at the clubhouse."
We headed out the door for the short walk to the clubhouse three buildings away. Given it was a mid-day Thursday, there weren't many people around, maybe a dozen in total. Two kiddos were wrapping up from enjoying the splash pads while hanging out with their dad as the latter collected their belongings.
Dawn selected two chaise lounges in the corner away from the clubhouse in full sun. I pulled the SPF50 from the tote and hosed myself down with it. Dawn helped me out by spraying and rubbing in the sunscreen on my back and shoulders.
She pulled her t-shirt over her head, and my breath caught when I saw how physically fit she was. Clothes cover details, but when I saw her in her swimsuit, I was stunned by her tummy and legs. I simply hadn't noticed at all the prior night in the hotel. I was too focused on the events to pay attention to her physique.
I couldn't help but notice in my peripheral vision how every man in the area shot at least a short stare. One guy poked his buddy on the shoulder and pointed. Even one of the ladies took more than a casual glance.
I wasn't one of them. I was allowed long stares. Her nearly bare form was truly magnificent. The bikini she'd chosen fit her as though it was made for her. The back-seamed bottom had a little line of stitching down the seat that molded and contoured her perfect tush. The bright orange color almost seemed inflamed by the sun, contrasting perfectly against her shiny black hair and tawny complexion.
It was already baking hot. The forecasted high temperature for the day was ninety-seven degrees with a high chance of thunderstorms later in the evening through the morning. Both of us had cause to pull a bottle of water from the tote and guzzle from them. It was barely two o'clock, and the high temperature wasn't far away.
I sprayed Dawn's shoulders and back with sunscreen and rubbed it in. As she covered the remaining territory of her arms, legs, and tummy, I watched her rump's muscles twitch. I quickly needed to jump into the pool before it became obvious to everyone nearby what the beautiful woman was doing to me.
We lounged, basked, and languidly swam for two or three hours, fully relaxed in our un-rushed existence. Discussions of my or her future work were met with objections because we simply enjoyed ourselves. We enjoyed reminiscing about "the good old days," though.
The atmosphere was slightly different compared to the general "outside" world. Everyone there was away from somewhere, and most were away from someone. When a reunion happened to occur, the inevitable was more common. When there weren't children around, it wasn't rare to witness displays of deep affection, and few people gave it a second thought.
When we were in the pool sharing laughs and splashes, we clutched and pawed playfully at each other. We swam to a portion of the pool where the surface of the water was perturbed by a nearby cascading water feature. The water felt cooler there because of the partial shade and the evaporative effect of the droplets created by the falls.
When just a handful of folks were still around, Dawn swam up to me and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I supported her buoyant weightlessness with both hands on her backside, softly stroking her bikini-clad bottom and tracing the elastic from place to place, or following that seam from top to bottom. My motions were slow and unhurried.
"I know no one can see under the surface here, but what you're doing feels naughty since we're so out in the open. Especially when the woman on that bench over there stares at me like she is right now."
She kissed me tenderly, sliding her lips over mine. She offered me the tip of her tongue which I happily accepted. She moved her face cheek to cheek with mine.
"Keep still. Please don't freak out," she whispered into my ear.
I barely had time to process her words when the cool water between us warmed quickly. I leaned back from her relaxed grip to look in her face. She wore a broad grin. I slid my palm toward her center and could feel the heat and slight turbulence of her release as she peed through her bikini. I traced her slit through the crotch of the taught spandex with my fingers until I found the apparent origin of the warmth. I pressed into her body gently but firmly, slowing and disturbing her flow. Release. Repeat.
"What … are you … doing?" she hissed in my ear.
"Same as you. Playing."
I kissed her shoulder. I moved my fingers away but kept my palm cupping her. The realization that the woman was pushing away boundaries and testing my limits made me realize that, if any other woman I'd ever been with did what Dawn was doing, I'd have been humiliated if not angered, but Devo's wickedly playful nature thrilled me.
"You are a naughty, naughty woman," I whispered into her ear. My hand remained in place, softly stroking her puffiness.
"I love you, too, baby," she cooed into my ear, paraphrasing my statement wickedly.
She rested her head on my shoulder. I slowly moved us through the water until the cooler temperature returned, diluting all evidence. We'd both consumed large quantities of water. There was no chance that anyone might "see," but I would have been embarrassed to think someone might jump in and swim through a warm spot. Dawn leaned back with her upper half floating level in the pool and wrapped her legs higher up on my submerged chest, affording me a stare-as-you-care view of the spandex-clad crotch through which I'd just received her surprise. I cared, so I stared. I stared a lot. I was glad to be wearing sunglasses so observers wouldn't be able to tell my eyes were riveted to the orange cloth passing between my lover's legs, displaying to my hungry gaze a hint of her female features hidden underneath.
A few black strands had escaped the encasing spandex and contrasted against the untanned skin between her legs. Scanning the surroundings, she slid her hand down behind her and into the front of my trunks to feel my hardness.
There were two guys chatting up two attractive younger ladies in the far corner of the pool. All four had beverages nearby, which were probably potent. The expressions on the ladies' faces and the rapt attention the men were giving them convinced me they weren't paying us any mind.
