He is lying on a pool chair, legs out in front of him, basking in the sun. It is humid and hot. No rain in days. The pool's water can be heard lapping near his side. Softly flowing by, his hand drifts back and forth in the cool water....drawing figure 8's with his fingers.....his mind drifting off. He hasn't had a day off in a while, and this much needed rest in the sun is perfect. In his mind, he is swirling off the waves of a distant beach, the white sands tickling his toes as he ambles through the waves as they crest and fall on the shore. This ocean water is warm, not like the pool, but his mind cannot tell the difference.
And then she moved closer. Her body rippling the pools surface as her shape breaks through the currents. Slowly approaching him, she is silent. Lowering her body deeper into the water, shoulder depth, her jaw jutted forward ready to float towards her prey, those circling fingers.... As she nears her target, she opens her pouting mouth, bares her teeth and waits for the moment when the hand stops making one figure and moves to the next. Then she attacks. Bites his index finger with her front teeth, the pull is light but intense. He doesn't struggle, he has heard her approach, smiling to himself that she has found him here by the pool. His eyes remain closed, imagining what little she is wearing. The bite has changed to a suck, which produces a larger smile on the prey, as he slowly retracts his hand from the pool, attacker attached and intact. His hand guides her out of the pool and standing next to him on the deck. Her body drips with the remaining of the liquid of the pool, creating a puddle around his chair, as it grows, and runs toward shelter, his feet get wet. She releases her jaws and sits at his feet.
She has seen his hat is adorning his loins while the rest of his body bakes in the sun to a golden bronze tone. His skin looks so soft and supple, but a bit cracked and dry at the same time. She sees a bottle of tanning oil, reaches it, and begins to apply it liberally on his thigh, then down to the ankles, one leg at a time. No one is speaking, except the pool, lapping its soft language, to no ears listening.
Satisfied with her lubrication, she spreads his feet apart on the bench, and sits between the feet. Touching her hands on his knees and squeezing slightly on them, making him open his eyes for the next intent, he is delighted to see she has worn his favorite suit, the one she keeps with her at all times. She gives him the oil, directing his hands to her massive bosom, to prepare her chest for tanning. He rubs in the oil with the hands of a well trained masseuse. Carefully outlining the curves of her shape, taking note of the differing textures and sensations to pursue, he rubs firmly, so firmly that she must lean into him for fear of loosing her perch. Her pussy is growing impatient with the owner and impulses her to move closer to her goal- the hat.
Taking the hat off his loins, and placing it on her own head, she is greeted by a smiling cock, directed up at her. Stepping over his legs one by one, turning her body away from his and placing it between his legs and chest, she sets her pussy down on his hard shaft, easing it in with perfection. Her growing smile reveals her loins delight, and the hands caressing her shape bring her to immediate orgasm. She loves it when his hands take her from behind, it always produces extremely satisfying results. Standing up slightly to allow the cock some air, the friction of the bodies is easy to be felt, she plunges down harder on his anxious pole. Repeating these moves, the juices of her vault proceed in multitude, causing squishing and squeaking noises from their joining.