This little getaway was the best idea I ever had. I knew that even before I saw Jennifer Lawrence in that one piece, cleavage baring red swimsuit before we went into my pool today. Always best to be sure, though.
Though we hadn't been together for too long, it was fortunate that we started out while her schedule was open for once. As such, it was far easier to set up this little weekend getaway at my house. A little late Friday afternoon swim in my pool seemed like the perfect way to start.
Leaving aside all the erections I had to hide both in and out of the pool. Especially inside, when Jennifer jumped around in the water, swam near me in the water, and generally got wet in the water. As if it wasn't easy enough to think of those hypnotic boobs popping out just a little more from that suit - since they were certainly wet enough too.
We hadn't gone far enough for boob action, or any other major action, quite yet. But given how she was staying the weekend, I had to consider that it was on the table. Yet I wasn't going to bring it up if she wasn't - although actions and swimsuits could speak louder than words.
Still, Jennifer didn't make any deliberate moves on me in that swimsuit, and that water. She didn't make them when she changed back into regular clothes, ate with me and longed around on the couch with me either. All it did was store up even more...memories to access during bedtime, when I could alter them to be more...graphic.
Of course, doing that tonight while Jennifer was right in my guest room would be problematic. Then again, holding off for three straight nights was just...well, impractical would be the kindest way to describe it. Maybe if I was quiet and didn't go to bed early enough for her to suspect anything...
So I announced I was heading to bed at a reasonable hour, while Jennifer said she'd stay in the living room and finish watching TV before turning in. I kissed her good night, lingering just enough to inspire me, but not long enough for her to see how much. Hiding that kind of inspiration had become a great skill of mine around her.
I hid it until I got to my room, got into my pajamas and jumped under the covers. Still, I didn't reach for anything right away. I still had to finish getting through the whole "masturbating to my sexy, award-winning semi-girlfriend while she's in the other room" issue - and I had to steel myself so I would last longer than a minute once I did.
It took about two minutes until I reached down to touch my cock. I spent another minute just slowly stroking it, with no thoughts coming to mind in particular. Once I felt confident, I began to access my vault of Jennifer thoughts and images - but I didn't count on a sound getting in the way.
Much less the sound of my bedroom door knocking. Or Jennifer's voice calling, "Are you asleep yet?"
"No!" I answered with more panic than I should have.
"Thought not," I heard her say much more calmly.
"Good guess," I said, buying time while I slipped my sweatpants back on. "Give me a second and I'll let you in."
"No, I don't need that yet. I wanted to say some things first," Jennifer said. "You don't even have to get out of bed right now."
"Well...if you say so," I went along with it, while still getting my pants on and willing my erection to go down. It was manageable by the time Jennifer spoke again.
"Look, I know some of this is weird. You didn't want to make it weirder by bringing up certain things, I know. Like what bed I sleep in, how far you expect us to go with sex stuff, those things. I didn't bring them up either, but it's not because I didn't want to!" she explained.
"It's because I had my own ideas on that stuff. I just wanted to wait till now to...try them out."
I almost wanted to pinch my cock to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But that would be going too far. Maybe it was best not to put pressure on it for other reasons now too...
"I hope you know how much I like you. I don't whip out that one piece and ignore erections that blatantly for everyone," Jennifer revealed. "And this weekend's a real chance to take it easy and let loose. And not the 'quirky, girl next door' kinda loose they're used to from me by now."
There was an obvious joke to make about looseness, but I wasn't going to be the one to say it. Instead I asked, "What should I get used to, then?" which was more diplomatic.
"Right now, I'm not Jennifer Lawrence. You can't see the quotation marks I made around my name, but trust me, I made them," Jennifer assured. "For this weekend, I'm just someone who wants to spend her vacation going crazy with her guy for the first time. That's a normal thing to do, and I'm supposed to be the 'normal' it girl, right?"
"I sensed the quotation marks that time," I answered instead, keeping me steady for another few seconds. I now felt ready enough to ask, "So, are you quote unquote coming in, then?"
"If you're decent enough," Jennifer said.
"I sense irony in there somewhere," I laughed off - the only thing I could do without feeling nerves. Even though one part of me certainly didn't feel nervous.
"No, it's just me being impatient," she responded. "I know you've been patient enough. I've tested the limits of what little patience I have too. In fact, I kind of gave up on it already."
On that note, I saw the doorknob turn.
Before I could prepare myself, I saw Jennifer enter my room. Before I could take her in, she turned around and closed the door. She stayed there as a few other facts dawned on me.
Like the fact her back was completely bare. And that the only piece of clothing I could see was the back of a black pair of panties. Even that didn't do too much to hide Jennifer's...speech-defying ass. And nothing hid the lusciously curved upper body located above it.
All that was hiding the front of it was Jennifer not turning around. And she promptly took care of that.
"They're not crammed up in a swimsuit, but..." Jennifer explained. She said it like it was supposed to make up for something. Seeing those round, full tits underneath those chest freckles and above those incredible, finally bare curves...well, there was nothing to apologize for.
