Climbing out of the water on the steps I was following Lara's naked bottom. From the backside she was totally nude, just the strings of the thong bottom and the bikini top in back. The straps from her top didn't quite form where her previous swimsuit had, the white flesh beneath a slight mismatch accenting the thin string of her present top.
That she didn't normally tan naked or have a thong bikini was accented by the strings of her bikini bottom. The one disappeared between the white globes of her cheeks, barely appearing at the bottom, and then snaking out of the top in a wye for several inches before joining the string around her waist. It was only the upper portion of her ass cheeks that were untanned; her normal bikini cut had left the bottom and outer third of her bottom bare, as shown by the tan line. The sharp tan line demarcation showed that she wore the same suit, fitted in the same spot, again and again.
From the front, the mesh material hid nothing, accenting her areolas where they were surrounded by the white skin where her bikini normally hid her from the sun, and accenting her vulva and the triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair above it. I knew the little nub that was her hooded clit protruded at the top of her labia, but I'd carefully not stared at her exposed body to see it although I had examined her as closely as possible for the last two hours whenever I could.
I glanced over at Suzie and Larry as I allowed Lara's hand to pull me along, seeing that Larry had turned Suzie to the pool wall and his visible hand was up, his fingers twiddling her nipple. Suzie saw me look over, her head turned away from Larry enough to smile, purse her lips and send me a kiss, and then looked away. At once a pang of regret and jealousy that my friend was playing with my wife's nipples shot through my mind, and then I was suddenly sure that, whatever happened, she was coming back to me. I stumbled slightly as my toe caught the stair that I wasn't looking at, and my eyes came back to Lara's naked backside in front of me.
"Are you hungry?" Lara asked as we stepped inside the house.
"Not particularly," I answered, "why?"
"We may not come back out until breakfast."
"Oh?"
"You're all mine for tonight."
"Good," I said, holding back on Lara's hand as we stepped into the house, so she had to stop walking away. Stepping up directly behind her I wrapped my arms around her, my hands filling themselves with her breasts. "Then the only thing I'm going to eat before breakfast, is you."
"Mmmm, I hope so."
"I guarantee it." I let my fingers dance on the ends of her breasts, enticing her nipples to extend as soon as I could detect them.
"Mmmm," she cooed, her hand snaking back between us to rub my cock, still covered by my swimsuit. "It's so funny," she breathed as my hands lifted and fondled her breasts, my fingers constantly coming back to the tight little nubs barely detectable, "I can't believe you've fucked me and I've never even seen your cock."
I didn't say anything, that was going to take care of itself soon enough. I slipped my hands below her breasts and pulled her back against me, forcing my cock and her hand harder against her bottom. She pulled her hand out from between us and my own hand slipped lower, across the top of her bikini bottom until I felt the slight button of her clit. She flinched as my finger found it. "Ooh," I crooned in her ear, my mouth turning in to nibble her ear lobe, "I love seeing your clit, seeing it through your swimsuit like this."
Funny how I don't even have to put my hand in her panty,
popped into my mind.
"Adam?" She whispered breathlessly.
"What?"
"I don't... need you to play with me. I want you to eat me. I want your tongue, like you did the other day."
I raised my hand to her arm, relinquishing my hold of her body against mine, and spun her in place to face me. Gripping her two handed I picked her up, her legs naturally wrapping around my body as I did, her arms going around my neck. "Oh, you do, do you?" I said while walking toward the couch. "Then we'll just have to take care of your needs, wont we?" Bending I set her down on the couch, my hands instantly catching her bikini bottom and drawing it down her legs. I slowly dropped to my knees, my body forcing her legs apart, and bent my face to her delectable pussy.
I ran over in my mind what had happened that night when she had thought I was her husband. I'd started with her breasts, teasing her nipples out to play and then sucking on them until they'd been long enough that I could catch them with my teeth, gently nipping. Only then, after warming her up, had I gone down on her, and she'd been hot and wet when I got there. Here I hadn't been playing with her nearly as long. Did I need to concentrate elsewhere first? I stroked my hand up the inside of her thighs, feeling the heat of her pussy. When my fingers explored her vagina, she was already exceedingly wet. "Oh, my goodness, you're so wet already!"
"Adam, you're driving me crazy! I've been thinking of your tongue on me all afternoon!"
"Oh?" I teased, "is somebody..." I was interrupted by her hands gripping my head and forcing my face to her pussy. The teasing gone; I did my best to pleasure her with my tongue. She didn't have to hold my face to her clit for long.
~
"I'd almost forgotten how amazing that can be," she whispered, perhaps a half hour later, after I'd pulled back from tonguing and sucking on her clit, having taken her to orgasm once, backed away a bit and then done it again.
"Yeah?" I answered, kissing the inside of her thigh, and then sliding up next to her on the couch.
There really wasn't room for us to be comfortable together, and she pushed back gently. I moved off the couch and she swung her legs over and stood up. "Come on," she said, reaching down with her hand to me, pulling me along when I stood up. "Let's go to the bedroom."
"You forgot how amazing...?" I prodded as we turned through the bedroom door. Stopping she turned back to me, her hands gripping the top of my swimsuit and beginning to work it down. In turn I reached behind her and unhooked her swimsuit top.
My swimsuit slipped down easily enough once she helped it over my cock. "Let's take care of you first," she said, gripping my erection, "and we'll talk while we're resting."
"Resting?" I queried.
"You're mine all night and I don't intend to do any sleeping."
~
"Larry really doesn't like to do cunnilingus?" I asked Lara perhaps an hour later, where sated for the moment, she was lying cuddled next to me. My arm was under her neck, her head resting on my shoulder and her breasts pressed against my side.
"You were really good," she said in response, not answering my question.
"That's what Suzie says."
"Yeah, that's what she said. That was one of the reasons we figured it out. I told her how I'd never had Larry do me like that before, and she said it sounded more like you."
"Kind of blew it, didn't I?"
"How's that?"
"I was supposed to imitate Larry, do you the way that he does."
"I'm glad you didn't. If you'd done me like he does, we probably wouldn't have ended up like this." Her hand ran down my belly to my dick. "You're pretty good with your cock too, but I really liked your tongue."
"How did you become such a fan of cunnilingus?"
"Isn't every woman?"
"I don't know about
every
woman, but every woman that I've ever been with has liked it."
"How did I become a fan of cunnilingus?" Her question, repeating my words, was more of a statement, and realizing it was verbalizing her thoughts I just waited. "When I was growing up, my best friend was Barry who lived down the street. We did
everything
together; I was at his house as much as he was at mine. Our moms had the same rule, we were never allowed to be in our bedrooms together with the doors shut, but it didn't keep us from being kids. We weren't supposed to go swimming at the pool in the creek, but we did it all the time, riding our bikes down there and going skinny dipping so we'd seen each other naked for years. And then we started doing different things, we were still best friends and everything, just not together
all
the time. He got into baseball, I was in soccer, at least until I got too top heavy. When we got to junior high, he had different classes than me, we just weren't hanging out all the time together. I got my first period and started growing boobs, and he'd filled out too, so it wasn't quite the same anymore, but there was one time we had nothing else going on and I'd gone to his house. We were lying on the floor in his living room playing cards and I'd caught him looking at my boobs several times. He said "Hey, you want to get our bikes and go swimming?" It had probably been at least two years since we'd done that, and I knew what he was thinking. I told him "you just want to see my boobs, don't you," and he blushed and said yes. I don't know why but "Ok, you can look but you can't touch," and we went to the creek like we always did and went swimming like we used to... except that it just wasn't the same. He'd grown up too, and had a hard on even before he took his clothes off. I had never seen an erection before and was just as infatuated with it as he was with my boobs. I asked him if it was hard all the time and when he told me it would go back down after he masturbated. I asked him to show me, and he did. That was the first time I saw a man cum.
"The rest of that summer we went skinny dipping at least once a week. It wasn't long, probably even the next time, that we were masturbating together and when he eventually asked if he could touch my boobs, I told him he could if I could touch his dick. I ended up stroking him off and then showed him how to touch me and rub my clit but I wouldn't let him put anything in me. When we started talking about oral, he asked if I'd suck him and I said I would, but only if he did me too. So, he did. And I've been a fan of cunnilingus ever since."
"But not with Larry?" I asked again.
