Her nipples stuck right out! I guess that's what I liked most about Monique.
I'd been in the spa with her twice, nothing happened.
She wore Bikinis and her husband Terry was in the Spa with us.
Her Rose coloured nipples poked at the wet fabric of as if they were trying to burrow their way through her Bikini top.
She new I was looking at her and, I think she liked being looked at, she kept catching my stare and smiling back.
"A bit of a tease," I thought.
She wasn't too tall, but well built, nice tits and a nice cute arse. When she climbed out of the spa to get a drink I could see through her wet Bikinis. She'd trimmed her pubic hair down to be well hidden by her bathers.
Her nipples were like little volcanoes jutting out against the wet fabric.
God how I wanted to fuck her!
I knew she was hot, she was such a noisy fuck! Terry and Monique would screw for hours in the spa. I could hear them through the fence. If I looked over the top of the fence I could see there heads and shoulders but I thought it was too risky too have a good peek, they were mostly hidden by thick bushes anyhow.
Terry worked offshore on an oil- rig. He'd go away for two weeks at a time, then he'd come back, I'd know when, you could hear the spa bubbling away and if you wanted to, down by the fence you could hear Monique's cries of ecstasy filtering through the night.
Did I mention she had lovely blond hair? Anyway to get to the point, I wanted to borrow Terry's chain saw, I thought he'd come back early, as the night before Monique had put on an outstanding performance in the spa.
I knocked on the door and Monique answered,
"Hi Monique, I just wanted to borrow Terry's chainsaw." I asked.
Monique seemed a little confused, she replied,
"I think you'd better wait until Terry comes back on Monday, he's a bit fussy about lending his chainsaw, one of his mates snapped the chain last time."
I was puzzled, without thinking I kind of blurted out,
"But I heard you in the spa last night!"
The look on her face changed immediately to shock,
"Oh no," she replied, "That was only me… I was washing my hair… I mean I was washing the salt-water out of my hair, I'd been for a swim down the beach and it was all sticky."
She regained her composure but the blush stayed on her face. She peered at me like a cat with her gorgeous green eyes.
"Okay then, I guess I'll come over on Monday."
I could tell she didn't want me hanging about so I said goodbye and wandered back home. As soon as I'd turned to walk away, it hit me, I could feel my ears burn,
"My God… She was fucking someone else!"
I couldn't wait to get home and take a drink of Gin. My devious thoughts were giving me a raging hard on and junior was pressing painfully against my jocks trying to find a way out. That fucking snake of mine had a mind of it's own! It controlled me and I knew it.
"That bitch, that horny bitch, how could I get to fuck her as well? Wait a minute," I thought, "Why was she so anxious to get rid of me?"
We were usually pretty friendly but today she was odd, anxious.
"Maybe that bastard is still in her house!" I realized.
I sat out on my balcony. Gin in hand, fairly well hidden behind a palm. It didn't take long for Monique to appear.
She came out of her front door and peered about, looking for me I guess.
She moved back inside. A few seconds later a young guy slinked off across her lawn away from my place.
I recognized him straight away, it was Greg, that skinny bastard! Fuck!!
I was spinning out. I knew Greg and Terry had had a serious falling out, nearly a punch up because Greg wouldn't pay for the chainsaw blade he'd ruined, the tight prick.
So it was Greg who was pumping beautiful Monique last night, no wonder he was skinny, he'd given her a good work out, must have lost another Kilo or two.
I'm not dumb, ideas came to me thick and fast. If only I could blackmail young Monique maybe I could get a fuck out of her!
How to pull it off? I was dying to get into her pants.
Jesus if that pencil dick Greg could bone her then so could I!
I drank too much Gin and Tonic that day and passed out. I woke up about midnight and remembered Monique, Junior took to stretching my jocks. I'd had a thousand fantasies about that girl and now a few of them came flooding back to me.
I figured I'd approach Monique carefully. I didn't want to frighten her off or get on the wrong side of her. Maybe I'd just ask her straight out, like I was curious as to why she chose Greg and not me for her fling?
I made another drink, it made me hornier, so I drank some more and that made it worse, so I drank some more and soon I was pissed again.
What to do? The booze gave me some courage. It seemed like a good idea at the time, I walked out the door and over to Monique's.
I rang the doorbell and waited, Christ I wanted a piss, no one answered, then I realized the house was dark.
"What time was it? Fuck, 1.30… she'd be asleep."
I was about to leave when the door swung open and there she was, scowling at me in my drunken stupor and yet still as foxy as ever. She'd wrapped something around herself that looked like silk to me. She was holding it closed with her arms folded across her chest.
"What are you doing here," she asked. "You look a bit under the weather!"
"Well Monique," I slurred, "I just wanted to use your spa… you see I've got salty hair and I want to rinse the salt out!"
"Christ I'm a moron," I thought to myself, "That sounded really weird to me, even in my semi intoxicated state!"
Monique got a kind of panicked look across her face, she stepped back and replied,
"Okay Max, I guess you'd better come in."
I thought that was pretty odd, letting me in at that time of night, but then I think the salt- water bullshit had spun her out!
I followed her down the hall. Suddenly she turned around, my eyes were glued on her tender arse. She smiled, maybe she felt a little more in control.
"Would you like some Coffee, I think you could certainly use some!"
I knew what I could use and it wasn't Coffee.
"No thanks Monique, I'd love a Gin and Tonic though, why don't you have one as well?"
I knew Monique fancied Gin, the old leg opener.
"No, it's too late Max, now, what are you really hear for?" She smiled at me curiously.
Sometimes in your life you just have to grasp the bull by the horns, Junior in his wisdom thought it was time, he made me say it,
"Monique I've come over to fuck your brains out."
That rocked her.
"I think you better go home Max, you're too drunk."
I didn't budge,
"Come on, just one drink and then I'll go, I promise!"
I was lucky Monique had a good sense of humor and maybe a little lucky that I'd rattled her assuredness with that dumb salt-water story!
"Okay then," she sighed, "Just one and then you've got to go!"
I poured hers, and of course it was a strong one, it didn't take much to get Monique high. I'd seen how loose she got after only a couple of drinks.
We clinked our glasses, and drank up. It surprised me how fast Monique drank, maybe that's why she gets so out of control. I made another couple of drinks, stronger this time!
"Come on let's drink these in the spa," I suggested.
"No way!" she answered.
I Insisted and dragged her by the hand. She could sense I was a little out of control and I think she wanted to humor me. I got her to the spa but couldn't get her up over the side.
"I haven't got any bathers on," she squealed.