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-Aeli
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"Do I look ok?" I asked.
I had finally emerged from the bathroom of Elliot's parent's master bedroom. I had on a red designer bikini. Elliot had gotten it for me. It was cut much smaller than I was used to. It was barely covering my breasts and even though it made my ass look incredible, it left very little to the imagination. Elliot was sitting at the edge of the most beautiful bed I have ever seen. It was a huge four poster california king bed completely decked out in white silk sheets. Apparently, Elliot's parents got down in style.
"Oh my," Elliot said, "Turn around?" he asked. I did. "No," he frowned, "No. You can't go out there like that." I knew it. I looked foolish.
"You picked it out! I told you I should have come with you," I whined.
"No. No. Let me finish. You can't go out there with out some of this,"
Elliot pulled me to him on the bed and began to kiss me. He was already in his swim trunks and nothing else. We quickly fell back together across the bed. He easily rolled me onto my back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, finally scratching an itch I needed ever since we started fucking. I moaned loudly and shoved him onto his back.
"Shhh," he smiled. I slowly pulled the string off the top of my bikini, letting it fall off. He stared at my tits, his mouth dropped open. He then quickly pulled the bottom string of my bikini, letting it fall open, to reveal my freshly wax pussy.
"Shit babe," he whispered.
"I couldn't come to the Hamptons unprepared," I smirked.
"No, no you could not," he chuckled. He rolled back on top of me and spread my legs apart with his. He pulled his trunks down. I saw only a glimpse of his hard, mushroom cock before he buried himself inside me. He began to fuck me harder than usual but not hard enough.
I tried to thrust back, but, as usual, he held my hips down. I squeezed him from the inside, but if I did that too much, he would cum. Frustrated, I wrenched my hips out of his grip. Using my whole body, I rolled him over and got on top of him. I began to ride him, slowly, sensually. I looked down at him and his eyes were screwed shut, taking him away, taking him to somewhere else and out of this moment with me. I closed my eyes too and let my imagination wander. As usual, I found myself imagining I was straddling Alex instead. I tried to move my imagination away but, lately, imagining Alex was the only thing that could get me off. I imagined fucking him and him fucking me. Him bending me over and fucking my brains out. Right when I was getting close, right before my orgasm finally hit home, I heard, "I'm gonna cum." He pulled out and I jerked himself off until he came on his stomach. The usual. I rolled off of him frustrated. I began to kiss his neck and whispered.
"Isn't it my turn?"
"What?" he mumbled, still in his post-orgasmic haze.
"My turn to cum?" I asked as innocently as I could. He smiled at me. Then I saw his eyes quickly focus on something behind me.
"Oh shit," he mumbled. He reached behind me and looked at his phone. "Apparently everyone is at the gate waiting for me to let them in."
"I'll just text Alex and Patricia, they can do it. They are out at the pool. They're closer. Stay."
"No, no I should do it." He kissed me, sweetly. "Rain check?"
"I'm going to hold you to it," I pouted.
"I know you will babe and I can't wait," he whispered.
We both put our swimsuits back on. Elliot ran out to the gate while I, ready to hump a couch, wandered over to the pool. It was a gorgeous day in the Hamptons. It was hot, sunny and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I went over to the bar and asked the bartender to make me a Tequila Sunrise. It was 5 o'clock somewhere and if I was going to be this horny all day, I was going to need a drink. As I sat on a barstool sipping my cocktail, I saw something that was going to make my day even more difficult. I saw Alex as he hoisted himself out of the hot tub. He was covered in water and sweat. His muscles, already enough of a distraction, were made even more defined by the water. The way he walked made me want to straddle him and ride him until I felt satisfied. He was so confident and self assured. Of course his swim trunks clung to his muscular thighs and outlined, what I could only imagine was, an epic cock. I felt my already frustrated pussy begin to ache. I looked away. Of course he sauntered over and sat right next to me. I glanced over and he flashed me a smile as he mopped his wet hair out of his face.
"I'll have two of whatever she's having," he said. As the bartender mixed his drinks, I intentionally avoided looking at him. Finally, he reached over and lazily stroked my forearm to get my attention, I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Are you scared of me now?" he chuckled.
"No, just in my own world," I lied.
"Yeah, me too," he responded. I glanced over at him. He was staring at Patricia. He undressed her with his eyes as she emerged from the pool. Patricia had always been gorgeous and she knew it. She wore a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her tits were barely contained in her purple string top. The bottom was cut so high in the front and back that we could all see that she was waxed bare. She walked like a runway model wherever she went. No wonder Alex liked her. She strutted over to us, he handed her a drink and kissed her deeply and passionately. I looked away.
"Stop, Alex," she cooed, "we're making Erica uncomfortable," she said as she smiled at him and bit her lip. "Let's make a toast!" she raised her glass in my face, I raise mine and Alex raised his. "Here is to good friends, good boyfriends who have loaded parents, an open bar and a mansion in the Hamptons!" We toasted. "By the way Erica, you look amazing. I have always said that you have a hot little body and should show if off more." she cocked her head to the side, pretending to hit on me, "I bet Elliot can't keep his hands off you," she teased as she ran a hand up my thigh.
"Oh, I don't know, it's a bit to revealing for me," I apologized.
"No! It's great!" she exclaimed as she flicked the edge of my bikini bottom. She turned to Alex, "Alex, tell her she looks great." Alex mumbled something that sounded vaguely positive, as he buried his face in Patricia's tits, "Alex! Stop it!" she yelped. He just firmly put his hands around her ass and hoisted her onto his lap. Patricia turned away from him and leaned forward, whispering in my ear, "Thanks for inviting us, this is exactly what we needed to patch things up. We are seriously getting back in sync, or at least we were was this morning," she chuckled. Suddenly, Alex pulled her in for another kiss. I grabbed my drink and left, that was all the PDA my body could handle.
I looked out and saw Elliot coming back with a plethora of people. Every single one of them looked like the rich, beautiful, people in movies. I froze. I suddenly felt incredibly out of place. Before I could hide, Elliot waved at me. I waved back. He ran up to me. He pointed at my drink.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Tequila Sunrise," I answered.
"Gimme a swig," he said as he grabbed my drink and downed it. Before I could say anything, "This is the girl I've been telling you about. This is my girlfriend Erica," he said as he introducing me to everyone. I was bombarded by an avalanche of names, hugs, compliments and handles upon handles of booze. "And these are her good friends Alex and Patricia." Elliot turned to introduce Alex and Patricia, only to see them dry humping each other on the bar stool. He grimaced. A few of his friends laughed. I offered a dry smile. This was going to be a long day.
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After a few rounds of shots and a steady stream of Tequila Sunrises, I was finally relaxed around Elliot's friends. They were all in the top 10% of New York City. One of them was a partner at an elite real estate company. The other was an international model. One was a socialite. The other was on Broadway. And so on and so forth. They all, thankfully, found my job interesting and wasted no time grilling me about my opinion of all the comics turned TV series and movies. I was doing surprisingly well. I was charming, smart and funny. I had eight new facebook friends in the first hour and by the second I was making coffee dates for the next two weeks.
Elliot could not have looked more pleased. As we all chatted in the hot tub he could barely keep his hands off me. Under the cover of the bubbles, he ran his hands between my thighs and over my ass. Every so often he would place quick kisses on my neck and shoulders. I could not wait to get him alone.
Unfortunately, I could tell that Alex and Patricia felt left out. Alex tried to initiate a game of 'never have I ever', only to get shut down and asked if he always resorted to high school antics to get laid. Patricia felt out of place discussing her day job as a server with a Broadway star. They eventually retreated into the house. I felt bad, but, I felt oddly at home with Elliot and his friends.
Eventually, the tequila took its toll and I had to go inside. I scampered to the guest bathroom. The door was slightly open so I just walked in only to see Alex and Patricia. She was topless, on her knees and sucking Alex's cock.
I gasped. Suddenly, Alex looked right at me, his eyes were dark with lust. His eyes locked with mine. I couldn't move. Unflinching, he buried his hands in her Patricia's hair, pushed her mouth all the way down his cock and began to fuck her face. I heard her begin to moan and gag. He held my gaze as he bit his bottom lip and smiled. My stomach began to tighten and I'm sure my nipples could cut glass. Finally his head craned back in ecstasy.
"Fuck!" he moaned. Once our eye contact was broken I could finally slam the door.
"Oh my God! Lock the door!" I yelled. I tried to calm myself down, but the damage was done. I was a horny mess. I Found another bathroom. Then I marched outside to find Elliot.
A I searched for Elliot was driven by lust and inspired by tequila. It was getting dark, the fire pit was going and the outdoor lanterns bathed everything in a warm light. People were dancing, drinking and a few couples had retreated to dark corners of the estate. The party was in full swing. I saw Elliot chatting with a red head at the bar. I made my way over to him.
When I got to the bar, I wrapped myself around him and pressed my breasts into his back. I whispered into his ear,
"Now."
"Now, what?" he asked.
"From this morning. Now." I swiveled him around on the bar stool and kissed him, snaking my tongue into his mouth. I grabbed his hand and, silently, he followed me. I began to pull him back towards the house only to see Alex and Patricia remerging. She was still adjusting her bikini top. Alex and I locked eyes for a moment. I glared at him. I pulled Elliot away from the house. My eyes began to scan for a non-occupied space. I pulled him back behind the pool house and out of sight.
