Continues the story of my second time with Molly in "I Love It When They Come Back Part 2".
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Molly and I had drowsed in her father's bed for a long, comfortable time. Eventually, though, the urge for more, for something different arose in both of us.
"Come on," she said. "Let's clean off in the pool."
"Sound good." She grabbed two big towels from a closet. I carried mine, but she wrapped hers around her waist. As I walked behind her out the french doors and across the patio, I was struck by how bizarre and wonderful this encounter was-I was alone in a beautiful house with a 19 year old former student who seemed intent on having her way with me. I was a 48 year old married man, and I had every intention of squeezing every drop of pleasure from this situation that I possibly could. Her ass twitched inside the towel, and as she walked a step ahead of me, I could see Molly's sexy back and the side of her full, slightly bouncing breast. Unbelievable!
The pool was a long, narrow plunge pool set into the bluestone. Six feet wide, twelve feet long, and sloping from three to six feet deep-it was a brilliant addition, and I envied her father. Realistically, though, most guys in America would be envying me if they knew that I was lowering myself into the clear water with a nude and sexually charged teenager!
The water hadn't warmed up fully from the cool night, and it was just the refresher I needed after a long, amazing, and exhausting blowjob. I could feel my blood starting to flow normally, and my energy level starting to rise. Molly was standing toward the halfway point with her chin just above the water. I swam past her until I could barely stand, then pulled her to me. She was light in the water, and she came readily. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms went around my neck for support. My cock was swelling just below her, and her full breasts were buoyant on the water's surface, her nipples small and tight from the sudden change in temperature. My hands slid down her waist, over the swell of her hips, and then came to rest comfortably beneath her ass.
As my fingers nestled between her cheeks, I kissed her hungrily. She responded with the same intensity, and both of us started to get turned on rapidly. I was thinking about what I had been doing to her a few minutes before. My cock rose insistently, bumping against her crotch from below. She thoughtfully pulled back for a moment, and it slapped upright against my belly once again. Then she moved forward, and planted her pussy along the underside, bathing it with the heat radiating from her.
Careful not to make it a romantic gesture, I kissed her gently but then bit her lower lip. She laughed and tightened her arms and legs, and water geysered up between us, splashing my face.
"So Molly," I said. "You said you wanted to show me what you learned, right?"
"Mm-hmm," she answered with a smirk. "I think the killer blowjob where I took your cock all the way into my throat was a pretty good start, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm," I responded. "It was pretty fucking amazing. I'm just wondering what else you've gotten good at since you left high school..."
"Dry off," she said, "and you'll see for yourself!"
I did as she asked, and the I sat on the couch and watched as she climbed out and dried herself as well. The unselfconscious way she moved was a turn-on in itself...I was quietly thrilled just watching her put her foot up and towel off from calf to thigh! Once again, the ridiculous luck I was having at that moment struck me, and I smiled to myself as she finished and cast the towel onto the back of a chair nearby.
"What are you grinning at?" she demanded.
