"I can get her for us, hun. She's very horny."
Those words were uttered by my latest girlfriend, Kim, as we stood on the balcony of our ocean side hotel room on the fourth floor. Despite the panoramic beauty of the view in front of us, the Atlantic Ocean on Labor Day weekend, our eyes were diverted to the pool several stories below us. Or more specifically, to the tall, young blonde lifeguard who was perched statuesquely in her chair by the pool.
"Now, honey, how the hell can you tell that from way up here?", I whispered into Kim's ear, while continuing to rub her flat stomach and small of her back (she loved that spot!) through her sarong and gently grinding my cock Into her firm backside.
Kim lifted an arm and pulled my neck closer to her own, allowing me to nibble on the nape of her neck. "While you were taking care of the check-in formalities, I was checking out the scenery by the pool," Kim replied. "I saw her coming from the ladies dressing room off the lobby and we exchanged eye contact and smiles. It was an unspoken mutual appreciation society, babe, trust me."
Oh, I trusted Kim, all right, at least on that particular issue. Who wouldn't have an appreciation for Kim, I wondered, as my hand eased down below her sarong and caressed her ass cheeks. I had hit the proverbial sexual lottery with this woman, and was grateful for my good fortune. It was only going to be a matter of time until I fucked up this relationship, too, I was very adept at that, but for the time being, I was riding the sexual wave, so to speak.
I had been divorced for about three years now, and had been granted shared parental custody of my seven-year-old son, Travis. I'd taken Travis to one of his fellow first-graders birthday parties at the end of the last school year, several months ago now, and Kim was the entertainer at the kids' party, playing children songs on her guitar, directing the pinata game, telling stories, and basically being a charmer.
The kids weren't the only ones who were charmed. I'd have to say that every dad at the party paid extra special attention to the events In the backyard of the Reynolds' house that day rather than the Phillies game on TV. I was the only single dad at the party, and as it turned out, this fortuitous meeting of opportunity and timing worked in my favor.
Kim LIKED ME, SHE REALLY, REALLY LIKED ME!! Geez. Go figure.
Kim was, in a word, sensational. She had long, cascading blonde hair that hung almost down to her waist. She was perky, fit, and petite, about five-foot-two, with sparkling blue eyes and a happy, engaging smile and outgoing demeanor. I learned later that she taught autistic children as a profession, and had an eternal love for kids because she was unable to have any of her own.
Oh, and did I mention that Kim had a body that was beyond belief for a woman in her mid-forties? Gee, I guess I haven't gotten to that tidbit yet, but as this story progresses, remind me to describe her washboard stomach, firm, round tits with rock-hard nipples, and an ass that begged to be the catcher for the Olympic quarter-bouncing team. In other words, it was perfect. But I digress.
She had been in an unhappy, abusive marriage for many years, and had finally separated from her now ex-husband about the same time as I discovered that my own ex-wife, Cindy, fifteen years my junior, had a more-than-friendly relationship with several of the neighbors, including the administrator at my son's school. And Travis' karate instructor. And the...well, you get the idea.
The divorce and custody process was drawn out and emotionally painful. During these two years, I focused entirely on Travis' well-being and hardly dated at all. Prior to my marriage to Cindy which occurred just before my thirty-ninth birthday, I had been with many women, the epitome of the happy bachelor playing the field. I thought I had sewn my wild oats from a carnal perspective, but that afternoon in the Reynolds' backyard changed that irreversibly.
Kim and I arranged a dinner date for later that evening of the kids' party back In June. The date was Instant and unmistakable chemistry. Several mere hours later she was bent over the hood of my Lexus In the parking lot of the restaurant where we had just dined, with several couples walking by In close proximity, hearing her moans of delight and encouragement as I fucked her savagely. I learned right then that Kim shared my penchant and fascination with watching, and being watched, among many other sexual adventures. Including her blossoming bisexuality.
So, now, as I lowered my hand beneath Kim's string bikini bottom under her sarong and teased her with one finger liltingly vibrating over the hood of her clit, I became even more aroused at what plans Kim may have in store for our nubile young lifeguard below. I had twice watched her seduce strange women in public places, and it turned me on beyond description. One episode was at the B-Bar In the casino in Atlantic City, though I was only permitted to be a spectator for this event because the other woman was staunchly lesbian.
However, several weeks ago, we had attended a wedding ceremony at the Yacht Club In Pleasantville, and Kim seduced and charmed the cousin of the groom, Mikki, a lovely redhead in for the wedding from Minnesota, and we ended up In a passionate threesome that lasted until well into the following morning. As my buddy the groom said later, "Those redheads from Minnesota will fuck your eye-teeth out." Those redheads from Minnesota can lick a wonderful pussy, too, according to Kim's moans that night and morning. We waited eagerly for another opportunity to explore a similar situation, and Kim had apparently found one for us.
"How old do you think she is, sweetie?", I asked as I continued my manual ministrations of her pussy on the balcony.
Kim reached behind me to grab my now steel-hard cock through my shorts, easing herself backward at the same time. "Mmmm, old enough, babe. And young enough. Like Goldilocks, just right. Let me take care of that for you now, though, Johnnie."
For months now, I couldn't seem to get my cock out of Kim's mouth. It was an endearing habit of hers.
Kim had already sucked me on the car-ride down, accompanied for five miles or so in the other lane of the Atlantic City Expressway by a SUV full of college-aged boys as enthusiastic spectators. They waved and honked and cheered wildly as Kim raised her tight ass to window-level and bared her tits, and ended the show with a wildly popular dripping of my cum down her chin and onto her tits, then rubbing my milky white sperm all over her firm boobs, while the young men went bonkers.
"Uh, no, gorgeous, remember the display you put on for our frat boy buddies? It's time for me to take care of you. Just relax," I whispered, as I inserted first one, and then a second finger into her cunt, rubbing her nipples with my other hand. "Besides, I want to get you so wet that you'll require a lifeguard's assistance." I plunged a third finger deep in her hot cunt and felt her muscles spasm and convulse and grip my fingers tightly.
