by Eve St. Albert
"I'm Danny," the young man told Amy's breasts. "I've just joined, Jake's team a few months ago."
Her skin crawled. His gaze swept up and down her body, zeroing in again and again on her bikini, but never ever made it up to her eyes. He had sallow, greasy looking black hair that laid limp on his head, beady eyes, a hawk nose and receding chin. He was wearing an oversized Hawaiian shirt, flip flops, and swim trunks. But his legs and arms were pasty to an unhealthy degree.
As much as he was deeply physically unattractive, to Amy, there was something disturbingly creepy about him. Maybe it was the way his eyes shifted, the obvious lust and cruelty. There was something contemptuous and condescending about him.
She could see why Jake might include him as a cucking candidate. It would be humiliating to have someone like this use your wife. The wrongness of it made her pussy tingle and nipples harden, a strange arousal that almost balanced the repulsion.
"Oh Danny!" Amy said. "Yes, I've heard about you. Jake's mentioned you. I hope you're getting along well at work."
"Meh," Danny replied. "It's not that difficult. It's just a stepping stone."
"Well," she said, "Jake's a wonderful mentor and he's always helping out young talent."
Danny's eyes shifted to some of the other bikini clad women at the pool party.
"Yeah."
"Anyway, I'm glad you came," she said. "Here's a 'welcome aboard hug.'"
She embraced him, pressing her chest against his. At their hips, she could feel his cock surge. He got hard fast, she thought. Probably came fast. She stepped back from the hug, just as Danny put his hands on her ass. But somehow, even though she withdrew, his hands remained on her hips, almost teasing the bow ties that held her bikini bottom on.
"I don't normally go to these things. But my uncle suggested I should mingle," he leered. "But suddenly, I'm glad I came."
He dropped one hand. The other pulled ever so slightly on the bow tie at her hip. She could almost see the impulse in his mind, pull the string.
Amy put on a fake smile.
"Well," she said. "Since you're our newest guest, Jake asked me to take special care of you. Let me introduce you around and get you a drink."
His hand dropped.
"Cool," he said. "Especially, introduce me to the hot chicks."
She laughed, pretending it was a joke, took his hand, and lead him into the party. His palm was clammy, like he'd been handling raw fish.
"You're funny. Everyone here are either co-workers, wives or girlfriends," she told him.
As she walked, she could tell he was staring at her ass.
"Well, at least you're pretty hot," he said. "Jake told you to take special care of me? I like the sound of that!"
"Thank you! But don't get ideas," she laughed. He already had them. "I just want to make sure you meet people and get comfortable, get to know you're way around. If you don't have a partner for the pool games, I'll help you out. And if you need a tour, I'll show you around."
"Even the house?"
"Certainly, the house."
"Upstairs?"
"Those are just bedrooms."
"Sounds good to me."
Looking after Danny turned out to be a challenge. Amy got the young man a drink and took him around to the various people and clusters of people, mostly Jake's co-workers.
The reception to Danny was decidedly cool. The women co-workers ranged from barely tolerant to openly hostile, while the male co-workers tended to be carefully neutral but aggressively protective of wives and girlfriends.
Amy actually had to make introductions herself to wives and girlfriends, which mostly did not go well. Danny had a real problem making eye contact with women, preferring to examine their bodies as if they were sides of beef.
Of course, the predatory gleam and crooked tooth grin had started to make Amy comfortable with him speaking to her breasts.
"Well," she said awkwardly. "How about a dip in the pool, to relax."
"Sure thing," Danny said, staring directly at her bikini bottoms. "I'd like to see you wet."
Danny tossed his shirt over a lawn chair, doffed his flip flops, and took a jump into the pool. Amy squealed as he splashed water all over her.
"Come on in!" he grinned.
"In a minute," she said. She turned to tidy Danny's things, on the chair he'd chosen, well aware that she was bending over showing him her ass. The bikini bottom pulled tight whenever she bent over, revealing a camel toe. Worse, it loosened the bow ties holding the strings together on her hips.
"Come on," he called. "The steps are right here."
Amy faked a laugh.
"All right," she smiled. She walked over to the pool steps, and turned around.
"Let me help," Danny said, and reached up to grab her ass as she descended. Amy shivered, there was something simultaneously repulsive and exciting about his lust and his open groping. Hopefully no one was paying too much attention.
Danny, she thought, as she descended into the water, her butt sliding against his body, was probably the sort of young man who got most of his sex from unconscious women behind dumpsters.
"There you go," Danny said, turning her around, half submerged, up to their ribs, he pulled her against his body. She felt his swim trunks rubbing against her almost bare bottom under the water, where no one could see. Amy's heart began to race. Danny's boldness, as repellent as he was, was intoxicating. "Safe and sound."
"You're bold!" Amy laughed, with genuine pleasure. She wiggled her ass against his hips, and turned around to give him a chaste peck on the cheek.
"You like bold, uh?" he grinned, a true predator.
He pushed towards her, her breasts, now wet, were sliding against him. Amy glanced around. No one seemed to be paying particular attention. She backed against the side of the pool, going a little deeper, so that her breasts were somewhat submerged. He followed.
Underwater, his knee pushed up between her legs, not quite accidentally. He was predator, she was prey, and there was something pure about that, something exciting.
"Oops," Danny grinned maliciously. He pulled the bow loose, on her bikini bottom.
"Hey!" she snapped, not quite angry. "Don't do that out here."
"No one is looking."
"But they might!"
Amy was struggling to tie the strings back.
"I could undo the other one," he teased.
"Don't," she warned.
He grinned maliciously.
"That would be awkward... Or maybe not. Maybe you'd give this lame party a jolt and get everyone to go skinny dipping."
"Just don't," she warned him.
"What will you give me if I don't?"
"That's blackmail," Amy teased back. "What do you want?"
"A kiss!"
"Okay," Amy agreed. "But late--"
Danny pressed his mouth to hers, she gasped involuntarily, his tongue slid between her teeth. As quickly as it happened, it was over, leaving her slightly breathless.
"Later," he said. "In private."
Danny grinned triumphantly. Amy felt a mixture of arousal and desire at his boldness and ruthlessness, and disgust at his sleaziness.
"All right," she told him, finishing tying the bow. She'd have to redo them both later.
"Later, in private. Now, I have to go and be a good hostess. There's a lot of people to look after. You'll have to be on your own for a little while."
"I think I'll come with you," he grinned. "Keep you company."
Amy smiled.
"No," she said. "I think you'll stay in the pool for a little while."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yes," she smiled sweetly, and under water, out of sight of anyone, she reached out and stroked his penis, already hard and huge. Despite herself, she was impressed by his size.
"Because you don't want to be getting out of the water showing that off."
She turned and made her way back to the ladder, knowing that Danny, and everyone else would be watching her ass as she climbed out.
&&&
"Oh hello!" Amy said.
Peter looked up, startled.
"Oh." he started guiltily. "I wasn't... I was just sitting back, having a beer."
Amy laughed, cheerfully.
"Scooch over," she said, sitting down on the deck lounger. Peter had to move over to the side. Still, he was such a large man, he occupied to thirds of the seat, leaving Amy pressed into the last part. Her hip pressed against Peter's bilious swim trunks and her pale smooth thigh was right against his hairy leg.
She looked out over the pool where people were playing in the water. Peter blushed.
"Oh relax," she said. "When people wear bathing suits, they don't mind being looked at."
She patted his thigh and leaned towards him. Peter tried not to stare down her cleavage. Amy was the hottest woman here, and he'd been checking her ass and tits out from the moment she'd changed into her string bikini. Now she was sitting next to him and he didn't know what to do.
She had just touched him. On the thigh, literally a foot or so from his cock. It had been casual and innocent of course, but it set his heart racing.
Her bare thigh was pressing against his.
"Some of them dress to be looked at," she confided.
"Well," he said. "Some people have preferences as to who looks at them."
She leaned back, beside him, nodding. Her bare harm was against his. The lounger was so damned small, and she'd insisted on sitting in it with him. Not that he was complaining.
"Good point."
She glanced at him.
"Paul, right?" she asked. "Perry... Starts with a P?"
"Peter."
Amy giggled and slapped his bicep lightly with her free hand.
"Oh that's right, of course!" she said. "Forgive me. I'm such an airhead sometimes. All these people from Jake's office here, I'm just having difficulty keeping everyone straight."
"That's okay," he said, doing his best not to stare.
"So Peter," she said, "are you having a good time? Everyone here being nice to you? I'm so glad you came."
"Thank you."
"So do you work with Jake? What do you do?"
"Actually," Peter coughed awkwardly. "I'm a project leader too. We're on the same level."
"Oh my god!" Amy swore, and turned, sitting up, and leaning forward so that her breasts were swaying right in front of him. "You're THAT Peter!"
She put a hand on his chest, right on his pectoral. Her palm was on his nipple. Peter's ears were roaring, between her touch and her cleavage, he could barely think straight.
"Jake talks about you all the time. Oh my! I've heard so much about you. You're a real go getter. Oh my! I don't know. I hope that Jake doesn't catch his wife flirting with his biggest rival."
She took her hand off his chest and sat back. Wait? Did she say flirting. Amy giggled.
"I'm just joking of course," she told him. "It's Jake's work party, and I'm supposed to mingle with everyone, and that includes you."
She turned towards him, and confided in a lower voice.
"Besides, he's over on the other side, he can't see us!" she patted his thigh again, above the knee. Sending jolts through him. "What he doesn't know can't hurt him. Right?"
She winked.
"Sure thing," he said desperately. His cock was so hard that it filled his loose trunks. He was desperately hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Oh well," she told him, patting his thigh again. "Peter, it's been wonderful meeting you. I should be getting going. Is there anything I can get you?"
"Another beer, maybe?" he suggested.
"Coming right up!" Amy grinned. She pulled herself up from the lounger, bending forward. For a moment, he hand a perfect view of her ass. As she bent toward, he could just see the crack of her butt. And was that a cameltoe? Then she straightened up and bounced off, her breasts swaying with each step.
Peter, desperately adjusted his loose trunks over his cock, if not hiding it, then at least his erection wouldn't be so blindingly obvious. A moment later, she was back holding a beer bottle, her fist wrapped around its neck in a way that made him stiff all over again. Placing one hand on the arm of the lounger, she bent low over him, to hand him the beer. As she did so, her breasts swung forward and her nipple peaked out of the cup of the bathing suit.
"Oops!" Amy said and giggled as she tucked it back in. "Pretend you didn't see that!"
She handed him the beer, and he took it.
