I looked out my back window and saw him. Gavin was playing catch with his dog and all I could think about was the other night. My hand slid to my already throbbing pussy.
We had been in the pool, my fiancΓ© was out, and Gavin and I had a heated moment between us. My clothes were off and he was hard as a rock. He picked me up, I had my legs around him and he had me pinned against the side of the pool. I could feel his heavy breathing in my ear as he was thrusting against me-not yet inside me but so close. I rubbed my pussy on his cock wanting so bad to just let him slip in. His fingers slid effortlessly inside me and he was surprised to feel that I was so incredibly wet.
Just thinking about it made me want it again even though I know it was so wrong. We didn't have sex, but I wanted to. My hand slipped down my shorts and I began playing with myself, eyes closed, imagining the pool encounter just days ago. I promised myself I'd keep myself in check with him. I wasn't about to cheat on my fiancΓ©- we were to be married in less than a year! Yet I've never had such a strong sexual attraction to another man in my life. From the moment we moved in I've had fantasies about him.
I quick pulled out my vibrator. There was a possibility I'd see him tonight and I didn't want to be so horny that I couldn't control myself. I imagined the way he grabbed me in the pool and pleasured myself until climax. Taking a deep breath, I finished my housework and headed outside.
Having the night to myself was my favorite. The fire-pit was so mesmerizing I got lost in thought. Half a bottle of wine in and killing it with my guitar. I barely heard him sneak up behind me.
"What cha up to?" He asked, whiskey in hand.
"Just getting some guitar practice in." I answered, feeling the butterflies in my stomach start.
"Sounds good. May I join?" He asked.
"Of course!" I answered. Realizing I sounded a little to eager to see him.
An easy few glasses of wine later and the flirting started. I bent over to add to the fire and I felt him slap my ass hard.