As I held you, I couldn't stop my hands from sliding down your back to the edge of your swimming suit. My fingertips burrowed their way past the elastic until I could feel the cleft of your buttocks. You moaned into my mouth and pushed your hips against me. We both felt what was growing between us, and one of your hands moved down my chest toward my waist.
This was all happening so fast. Over your shoulder, I saw Katie turn and try to look through the window. I knew she couldn't see in, but it was not wise to let her get her suspicions going. Besides, another few minutes and it would be totally impossible for me to walk out to the deck without her noticing . . . . well, you know.
With a sad smile, I backed away from you and took the large salad bowl out to the deck, carrying it in front of me, lower than I would have normally. You brought the smaller bowls and silverware. I dished out the salads and passed Katie her bowl, noticing that her glass was again empty. I didn't offer to get her any more.
The sun had already set, and we ate slowly watching the light change as the sky darkened. We talked about inconsequential things with Katie offering little. She seemed half asleep already from so many margaritas. You took advantage of Katie's . . . . condition . . . . to make frequent eye contact with me. Your smile at those moments was warm and inviting. It was just about the strangest situation I could imagine.
At one point, we took the dishes back into the kitchen together, not turning on the lights in the house as we went in. Immediately, we were again in each other's arms. This time, your hand was . . . . there . . . . before I could stop you. I was already hard and throbbing, and you quickly snapped open my pants and pulled me free.
Your soft hand wrapped around me and as we kissed passionately, you began stroking me. I felt you would have been able to make me cum almost immediately. I reached to push your hand away, and you quickly knelt down and actually took my rock hard cock deep into your mouth.
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"No!" I begged. "Please, don't do this. Not here, not now."
I was so close to cumming, my cock was vibrating. You leaned back, a look of incredible disappointment on your face.
"I know," I said forlornly, "I want you so much, too, but we can't do it this way. Go on back out, please. We'll think of something."
You stood up, took me in your hand once more and gave me a squeeze. "OK," you said, "Put that away for now, but keep it warmed up. I may find a way back to it soon enough." With that you turned and walked back out to the deck, while I tried to find a way to make myself presentable again.
We I got back out to the deck, I found you sitting on the bench watching the waves. Katie was actually lying on her seat, sound asleep. I sat at Katie's head. You were sitting to my other side in a position that Katie couldn't see you, even if she opened her eyes.
You looked at me for a moment, and smiled in a way that looked positively wicked. It didn't even surprise me when you reached for your shirt and pulled it over your head. What did surprise me was that without hesitation, you then reached up, untied the top of your swimming suit, and before I knew it, you were sitting there . . . on my deck . . . my wife sleeping peacefully beside me . . . with your bare breasts proudly displayed . . . almost close enough for me to reach out and touch.
The moon hadn't risen yet and none of the houses nearby had outside lights on. I could see you clearly enough, but no one else was going to be able to see you. The three of us were as isolated as if we'd been miles away from another human being.
Looking straight into my eyes, you raised your hands, lifted one of your gorgeous breasts, and with several of your fingers, you began to play with its nipple. Around and around your fingers moved, and I witnessed the hard nub in the center grow larger and longer, finally reaching a prominence that I wanted desperately to feel against the tip of my tongue. You knew exactly what I was thinking, and with only a slight stretch of your neck, you bent down and ran your own tongue across your nipple. Inside my pants, I was still fully erect.
I didn't know how much of this I was going to be able to stand. And then, just to complete the impossibility of the moment, you reached to the band of your swimming suit, that spot just where your inner thigh reached your crotch, and as I watched in utter fascination, you pulled the suit aside and displayed to me the one place on earth I wanted to be more than anywhere else I could imagine.
You were already glistening with moisture. Then, with your free hand, you extended one long delicate finger, and slid it through the wetness, parting your folds until they unsealed themselves and left you open to my hungering eyes. There you sat, one hand holding your suit so I could see you, the other hand holding yourself open. All I could think of was being on my knees in front of you, ready to bury my face into the river flowing in front of my eyes, drowning if necessary, just to drink my fill. Inside my pants, I felt my own river on the verge of overflowing.
This was impossible. I had to do something. I stood up, reached to pick up your shirt and standing in front of you, I held it open for you to put back on. I didn't bother with the swimming suit top, and as you stood in front of me, you raised your arms and swung your breasts slightly side to side. I thought I was going to die.
"Candace, please," I whispered. "I've got to get Katie into bed. Put on your shirt, please!"