With my new love Tom being a successful contractor, no big surprise, the house he'd built for himself after his separation and subsequent divorce, was utterly amazing. Like something straight out of a design magazine -- an incredibly warm stylish, four-bedroom two story that had my jaw dropping in awe as he toured me around it. And looking out at the massive landscaped yard that seemed to go on forever, I noticed it even had a pool.
Teasingly wiggling my eyebrows at him, I grinned, since I did love to swim.
Tugging me along by the hand, true to his word, it even had a huge walk in closet just for me, that gazing around it wide-eyed, I knew would more than fit all my shoes. "So?" he finally asked expectantly, once we'd been around most of it.
I smiled, slipping my arm around his waist. "I just love your house, Tom. It's absolutely beautiful."
"Good," he said, heaving a relieved sigh, hugging me back. "I'm glad you like it. But don't forget, this'll be your home now, too." He glanced around the big empty closet and said, "Don't know why I built this place so big, but now I'm glad I did."
I was glad he had, too. I could see us living and loving here for a long, long time.
Naturally there were still a few things to finish, like the backsplash in the warm cherry wood kitchen, and I just loved the rustic, polished look he went for.
But when I wandered back downstairs later in just my tiny pink thong bikini to go for dip in the pool, I was surprised to find two strapping young guys busy working on grouting the last of the backsplash, stopping to give me the eye, their gazes slowly raked over my body. And I knew in my barely-there bra top, except for my nipples, my breasts were basically exposed, and with only a sliver of fabric bisecting my ass, they had to be getting an eyeful of my backside, too. Thing was, I had no idea Tom had let them in to finish the last bit of their work, or I would have covered up before I came downstairs.
Without even having to look, I could actually feel Tom glaring them down. And I thought it was kind of sweet that he was jealous. But he had nothing to worry about. The boyish pair with the backward ball caps and superhero T-shirts couldn't hold a candle to him, even at his age -- especially with how incredible he looked for forty-two. Smirking, I winked at him as I made my way outside wanting him to know he'd always be the only man who could ever turn my head.
As I was pulling the screen door closed, I overheard one of them asking him, "Wow, dude, is that your daughter?"
Then waiting off to the side at the door for a moment for his answer, I smiled when Tom said, "No. She's my lady."
I almost got caught laughing when the guy blurted, "Whoa, kudos, man. If you don't mind my asking, how'd you ever bag a chick like her?"
Then I heard Tom chuckle as he told him the truth. "Well, believe it or not, apparently she's the one that bagged me."
"Wow. Then you really are one lucky dude."
Then, just before stepping away, I heard Tom say quietly, "Believe me, I know."
Later, with those parting words still happily floating around in my head, I was enjoying a cool, refreshing swim when I surfaced and noticed Tom standing at the edge of the pool, now in just his board shorts. And damn he looked hot, his bronzed muscled chest practically glowing in the late day sun. Swimming over to him, I brushed the wet hair from my face and said, "I was hoping you'd join me."
Sliding into the water beside me, he didn't waste any time, circling me in his arms, our wet chests pressed together, he took my mouth and kissed me till my toes curled. And already I was so glad I'd agreed to move in with him. I'd even left work early so I could spend more time with him on this, our first night together as a couple. Cupping my ass in his big hands and squeezing, his pelvis pressed to mine, I could feel he was already hard -- so delectibly hard.
Nibbling on his lower lip, I asked, "Have the workmen left yet?"
Smiling into my eyes, when he nodded that they were gone, I reached back for the tie on my bikini top, freeing my heavy breasts. Tossing the little scrap of Lycra onto the deck I grinned watching his gaze widen appreciatively. But even as his eyes playfully rolled back in his head at the sight of me baring my breasts in his pool, he was dipping his head and opening his mouth around one very erect nipple, making my pussy eagerly pulse at the incredible sensation of him sucking me into the heat of his mouth, his tongue teasing all around the tip, teeth gently grazing, and his rock hard cock grinding against me. Fuck, I don't think I'd ever been more aroused.
Lifting my leg to circle his hip, rubbing my needy pussy up and down along the length of his rigid cock, I asked against his mouth, "So, have you christened the pool yet?"
Smiling slyly, he shook his head and murmured, "No, not yet," his questing fingers dipping into my little thong and teasingly beginning to finger my slick pussy, he whispered against my ear, "but maybe you can help me with that."
Tossing my head back I moaned as he pushed in two fingers, stroking in and out. And oh, god, as good as it felt to have him finger-fucking me like this, what I really needed was him -- every long thick inch of him, buried as deep as he could go.
And then before I knew it, my bikini bottom was gone, and so were his shorts, both carelessly abandoned. His gaze on mine as he lifted me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, his cock poised at my opening, I slipped my tongue in his mouth as he thrust his hips, completely filling my hungry cunt with one hard push. Groaning into my mouth as he flexed his knees, amazingly thrusting even deeper, I whimpered at the exquisite feel of him taking me like this, delectably stretching me around him, surrounded in clear blue water, bathed in the last rays of the sun. It all felt so perfect. Absolutely Idyllic.
Of course we both knew no one could see us. The closest house at least a half-acre away it still felt so illicit to be naked and mating like bunnies in his pool in the softly waning light. The water buoying me, I loved how I bounced down to meet his every thrust, as he filled me over and over. Damn, trembling in his arms, I thought I'd burn up from the feel of him hungrily suckling my breasts, riding my pussy hard, creating small waves in the water as he picked up his pace and really began to fuck me.
Trailing kisses over my face, he murmured against my mouth before he kissed me hard, "You know I think I'm going to love having you live here with me."
"Hmmm," was all I could manage as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed through me, as his fingers began to tease at my throbbing clit. And I'd thought he'd outdone himself the morning after his daughter's wedding at the hotel, when he'd taken me ten ways to Sunday. Seems he had plenty of kinky tricks in his repertoire, and now I could hardly wait to experience every last one.
My nails digging into his back as my cunt clamped hard around him, throwing my head back, I groaned, desperately crying out, "Oh, fuck, Tom, I'm coming so freaking hard."
Smiling, he just worked my clit harder, still gently thrusting into me, he murmured against my mouth, "This is what I love to see -- the sight of you coming apart like this."
Then holding me close and pressing soft little kisses to my mouth as I quivered and quaked through the most delectable body numbing orgasm ever, he smiled into my eyes and quietly murmured, "I love you, Alexis."
Talk about a heart-melting moment. And of course I whispered it back, because, oh, did I ever love him. More than I even knew I could love. My chest just felt so full, as he held me, nursing me through my climax, while still making love to me with gentle thrusts of his hips and teasing little pecks of his lips all over my face and neck. It just felt so perfect with him -- like he'd literally been made for me.
And then as I finally started to come down from the high of my climax, my body feeling deliciously languid and spent, he rearranged me, tipping me back in his arms, so his cock went even deeper, his thrusts suddenly becoming more frantic, so much faster and harder until finally, both of us crying out, I could feel him tense as his cock began to pulse inside me, filling me with his release, as wave after wave of hot come flooded my pussy. Good lord, what a stud. He could put guys half his age to shame. And as I shook helplessly in his arms, I had a pretty strong feeling we weren't nearly done for the night. My man, it seemed, was insatiable, and luckily with him, so was I. I could just never get enough of him.
Once we finally stopped kissing, laughing and fondling each other in the pool, getting out of the water, we just wrapped ourselves in towels. I already knew there was no need to dress with him, since he'd have my clothes off again before I knew it. He nodded at the elegant patio table already beautifully set up on the deck with candles and place settings for two, and said, "Why don't you get comfortable over there, and I'll bring us out something to eat."
A few minutes later he came out balancing a huge wooden tray laden with mouth-watering looking sushi, cheeses, crackers, veggies, dips, sliced meats and olives -- an absolute perfect meal for a warm summer night. And thankfully two glasses filled with ice, next to a cold bottle of crisp white wine and another of sparkling water, too. It was like he could read my mind. I don't think I could have eaten a big heavy meal on a humid night like this, especially after that exhausting full body work-out we'd just shared in the pool.
After he poured us both some wine, he took his seat and filled a plate, handing it to me. And as he loaded his, keeping his eyes on what he was doing, he said, "I noticed you only brought one suitcase."
I nodded as I took a long swallow of the refreshing white wine spritzer I'd mixed with the water and explained, "I thought I could move in gradually. The thing is, the closet at my condo is just so full of stuff I don't even wear anymore, that I think I'll need to do some purging before I bring it all over here."
Noticing the look of relief on his face when I said that, I reached out and squeezed his forearm to reassure him. "I really have moved in with you, Tom. But it's all been so sudden, that I still have to decide what to do with my place and all my things."
He nodded toward his house. "Well there's plenty of room in here. Why don't you just bring everything and sort it out later. I could get a truck from work, and we'd have you moved in in no time."
It seemed he really wanted me with him. And truth was I didn't want to sleep without him again. Now I wondered how I'd managed all these years without him. Especially since I'd had a thing for him for as long as I could remember, but never acted on it until a few weeks ago at my parent's cabin. I grinned, remembering the shocked look on his face when I'd tossed my bikini top and basically flashed him. Too bad I hadn't gotten a picture; his expression had been priceless. He'd been the picture of confliction, like he wanted to race over and bury his face in my tits, while fighting like hell to do the right thing and not go anywhere near me. But when I'd asked him to come over and help me light my fire, the way his eyes had flared, I knew I had him. And now after all these years of longing, thank god, he was finally mine.
And despite the warning his ex-wife Lucy had given me when we were discovered at the hotel by my parents with her nosing her way into our room, I could see nothing but smooth sailing from here on out for us -- well mostly.
