Mark held Tracy's hand as they walked along the beach in front of Hank's mansion. Mark turned around and saw every light on in the house and the silhouettes of the large group of guests in almost every window that was lit up.
Mark was holding Tracy's heels in his other hand while she tested the water with her feet.
"We ought to go skinny dipping tonight, Mark. This water must be ninety degrees."
Mark laughed. "This water always gets this hot in the summer here. We should have brought a couple towels out with us before we left the house."
Tracy pulled on Mark's arm as she swung her thin body around until she was able to wrap her arms around his shoulders and laid a big wet open mouth kiss on his lips.
Mark held her tiny waist as she moved her body next to his chest. Mark could feel her breasts pushing against his chest as they kissed a second time only pushing her tongue into his mouth this time around.
The next thing he knew, Tracy was unbuckling his pants and shirt. She giggled as she slipped the dress off her shoulders.
"Come on, Mark and take your shoes off and get in the water with me."
Mark got his shirt and pants off and quickly slipped out of his shoes and socks as she pulled him into the warm gulf water.
She pulled Mark along as he tried to keep up and stubbed his toe on something in the water making her laugh as she kept pulling on him.
She got Mark into the water up to her chin and jumped into his arms and wrapped her hands together behind his head.
"Walk me into the deep water, Mark."
Mark slowly walked out deeper as she held onto his neck. She was extremely small and light. Mark estimated that she couldn't have weighed more then ninety pounds, wet!
They almost fell making her giggle as she held onto Mark as tight as she could. Mark thought she was adorable. They spoke for a while before walking onto the beach. Mark found out that Tracy was hired several months ago as Hank's personal assistant.
She was from Long Island and was only five years older then his daughter. She appeared much more mature when she wasn't fooling around then a young woman in her late twenties.
Tracy told Mark that she loved older men. Mark had a touch of grey in his hair that she said made him very attractive and distinguished looking.
Tracy kept her legs wrapped around Marks waist as she held him tight and kept kissing his lips.
"Why don't we go back to the house and fuck?"
Mark grinned at Tracy's suggestion as a wave splashed against their faces making Mark spit out the salt water that entered his mouth as he replied.
"How are we going to do that with a house full of people?"
Tracy laughed as she pointed toward the mansion. "Take me back to shore and I have an idea!"
Mark carried her back to the beach and put her down on the sand as she gathered up her clothes and told Mark to follow. Mark gathered his things and caught up to Tracy and took her hand as she led them up the narrow walkway back to the mansion.
Tracy walked Mark to a stairway that led up to one of the master suites. Tracy turned around and put her finger to her lips as they saw people standing around the pool as they quietly walked up the stairway, naked.
They reached the second floor balcony and peered inside the windows and saw candles flickering near the bed. Tracy put her hands on the window and tried to cover her eyes from the glow of the moon.
"I think someone is in here!"
"Is this Hank's bedroom?"
"I didn't expect him to be in here with a house full of people. Let me see if I can get a better look."
Mark stood behind Tracy holding his clothes as she stepped to the next window and gasped. She turned and whispered to Mark.
"Hank's in there screwing someone!"
Mark whispered in return. "How do you know it's Hank?"
Tracy replied. I can barely see his face and his muscular arms. Wait for a minute and let me get a better look."
Mark waited as Tracy gasped again then stepped away from the window. "We'll have to wait until they are finished."
"Who is Hank with in there? Can you see who it is?"
Tracy took hold of Mark's arm as she hesitantly said. "I think it's your wife!"
Mark appeared alarmed at first and remembered that she was probably going to end up screwing Hank and some point tonight. He just didn't expect her to be screwing Hank with a house full of people.
Mark put his face next to the glass and peered inside and actually saw Faith's long blonde hair splayed out near the pillow.
"That's my wife, alright."
Mark accidentally dropped his shoes making a noise on the cement and backed away from the window. Tracy was laughing as she put her hand on his shirt and pants.
"You better set these down before you drop everything and we get caught out here."
Mark allowed Tracy to take his clothes as he peered back inside the room and could faintly hear Faith screaming then heard Hank grunt and knew they were both having their orgasms.
Tracy was rubbing Mark's back as he turned and kissed her lips. Tracy grabbed Mark's hard cock and stoked it as they kissed again. He reached out and pulled her slim little body toward him.
Tracy whispered as they kissed. "Lay down on the lounger and I'll climb on top."
Mark glanced over at the cushioned lounger then back at Tracy. "Won't the salt water irritate you?"
Tracy pushed Mark down on the lounger and laid his head back on the pillow.
"I'll be fine."
Tracy straddled Mark's legs and squatted until his cock was in line with her petite little ass. She reached between their legs and took hold of Mark's hard cock and guided it to her wet pussy and started to push her weight down on him until the head popped inside.
She starred into his eyes as she lowered herself on top of him and put her hands on his chest to guide her movements.
She leaned forward as Mark reached out and pulled her face down to his giving her a long passionate kiss as she worked her slim little ass around above his cock.
"Fuck me hard, Mark."
