by Eve St. Albert
Amy took a nervous look around and slipped through the door into the pool storage room. There was a small opaque window, and a door leading out to the pool. The place was full of tarps, pool equipment, odds and ends. There was a pile of matts. A weight bench. It was all filthy, of course. Amy shuddered.
"Well fancy meeting you here!" Clive laughed as he stepped in, locking the door behind him. He looked her up and down, lasciviously, as Amy stood there, shifting from one foot to another.
He whistled, causing Amy to blush.
"You sure do fill that bikini out nicely. Let's see those tits."
"What?"
"Those tits, get them out, I want a good look at them." He indicated his crotch. "I'll let you take another squeeze."
"I don't want too. Sorry."
"You sure?" Clive asked. "You sure you don't want to put your hand on my hot throbbing package. I'll even take it out for you to look at."
"Please don't!"
"All right then. Well get those tits out anyway, and I won't make you squeeze my anvil."
"I don't know."
"Come on, babe," Clive said. "Where's the harm. I just want to look at them. It'll just be a minute. No one can see us. Then it'll be done. Hell, we spent more time talking about them than if you'd shown them."
"Well... okay," she said. Amy loosened her bikini top and pulled her breasts out of the fabric, one after the other. "There. Okay?"
Clive whistled again.
"My gosh," he said. "Nipple rings. I wasn't expecting that. Those tits are spectacular. No, don't put them away! Just let me look at them a little more."
Amy paused, staring at the ceiling, her breasts on display. Clive stepped closer.
"They're magnificent," he breathed. "I got to get a closer look. Do they feel good? I bet they feel amazing. Amirite? Wow. Those udders should be on permanent display."
"Uhm thanks," Amy said.
"I got to feel them!" Clive put his hands on her breasts, cupping and lifting them as he pressed them together, thumbs stroking the nipple.
"Hey!" Amy cried. "Don't do that! I didn't say you could do that!"
She tried to slap Clive's hands away, but the gesture was weak and ineffective, completely without force. They both recognized the token resistance for what it was.
"Oh come on, babe," Clive said, kneading her breasts. He seized her nipple rings, pulling on them, making her gasp. "You can't show a man tits like these and expect they're not going to get handled. Besides, you like hands on them."
"No, I don't!" Amy panted. "Please stop or..."
"Or what?" Clive challenged, squeezing them, luxuriating in his exploration of her smooth buoyant titty flesh.
"I'll..." Amy whined.
"You going to call for help?" he demanded. "Bring someone in here, and say 'Help, help, I snuck off to be private with this bad guy so I could show him my big ass titties and nipple rings, but now he's feeling me up! Oh help!'"
Clive laughed. "Yeah, you do that."
Embarrassed, cheeks blushing, Amy fell silent and allowed him to fondle her breasts, lifting and cupping them, squeezing them. His hands actually felt good, but, moaning softly each time he stroked her nipples.
"You like this, don't you?" Clive said. "You like having these big cow titties fumbled."
"I don't!!!"
"Tell the truth."
"Well.... maybe... a little... some..."
"I'm making your pussy wet, playing with these milkers, aren't I?"
"No!... sort of..."
"Yes?"
Sighing. "Yes, your hands feel good. It feels good to be touched."
"Jake's not doing it," she whispered. "He doesn't even look at them."
"I'm looking, and more," Clive said. "These titties are making my cock hard."
"You shouldn't talk like that," Amy protested.
"What, talking about how hard I am?"
"Yes!"
"You didn't mind feeling it out there."
"You did that, you put my hand there."
"And you kept it there."
"Did not!"
"And you squeezed."
"Only a little!"
"Give it a squeeze now."
"I can't! It's wrong!"
"Come on, you took your titties out for me, and you're letting me play with them. I've gotten your pussy wet. That's not so bad. Just reach down. You know you want to."
"I shouldn't."
"Come on. No one is watching. And I won't tell."
"Well... Okay, but just a little bit."
The blissful look that had come over Amy was Clive handled her breasts like he was checking melons for ripeness was punctuated by wide eyes, Amy pursed her lips, gasping.
"Wow. You're really hard!"
"Yep."
"And big!"
Amy couldn't help but moan softly as she squeezled Clive's big candy bar and wondered what it would feel like to have it melt in her mouth.
"It's so much bigger than my husband's," she whispered. "And harder too."
"Feels good," Clive sniggered, "don't it. Almost as good as these circus funbags. I bet you're really turned on. Is your pussy wet?"
Amy hesitated.
"Come on," Clive said, "you can admit it. We're alone... Or I could reach down and check."
Amy shuddered.
"Yes," she surrendered. "My pussy is wet."
"Good girl," Clive told her. "How wet?"
"Very!" Amy breathed. Her hand was gripping Clive's cock through his trousers without apology or shame, squeezing it with a regular pleasing pulse. Sometimes, when Clive tugged on her nipple rings or squeezed her jugs just right, a wave of heavenly weakness would pass through her.
"Yeah," Clive said, "what you need is a good hard fucking from a big cock."
"Yes," Amy agreed. "I do. I so do. But Jake's not big, and he doesn't fuck hard. He hardly touches me. I wish he would. Let's not talk about Jake, I don't feel comfortable. He's my husband."
"You need a real man."
"I need a real man," Amy moaned.
Suddenly, Amy gasped.
"Your fly is unzipped!"
"Took you long enough to find it. I unzipped before I walked in here."
"Oh my god!" Amy blushed head to toe, and the wetness inside her bikini bottom surged. "How long were you unzipped?"
"Long enough to make sure we were putting on a show for anyone who was watching. You grabbed me, and then I made sure that you spent time talking with a man whose dongler was half out of his trousers."
"You're bad!" Amy cried. "You're just terrible, and evil, and its like you're trying to humiliate me."
But she didn't take his hands off her breasts. Or her hand off his pants where his cock was, or even stop squeezing or stroking Clive's big mallet through the fabric.
"All of the above," Clive said. "All that, and I'm going to finger you, put my sausage in your mouth, and give you the fucking of your life."
Amy gasped.
"Horrible!!!" But then she paused and asked shyly. "Promise? The last part I mean? I shouldn't, but it's been so long. And it is so long."
"Reach in and take it out," Clive ordered.
"I can't. I'm not that kind of girl!"
Clive laughed openly. He reached down, pulled his cock out and slapped it in Amy's hand. Reflexively, her fingers curled around it, once again squeezing rhythmically. It was as if her slutty hand had a mind of its own, attached directly to her glistening twat.
Blushing in shame at the awful predicament that she had fallen into, Amy looked up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the traitorous and disloyal but oh so wonderful sensations this repulsive man was bestowing on her. Meanwhile, her hand played the scales along the length of his cock 'do ray me!'
A thought made her gasp.
"I hope you don't try to kiss me!" she whispered.
"Fat chance of that."
The thought of his fat slimy tongue in her mouth almost made her swoon.
"I mean it," she said. "I love my husband. I would never kiss another man!"
"Got it."
"I'm serious," Amy said. "I won't. I absolutely won't. Even if you grab my head in your hands like I'm in a vise, and twist your fingers in my hair so hard it hurts, and press your face to mine, and force my jaws open and push your lips all over mine and force your tongue into my mouth so that I'm gasping for air... I won't kiss you."
The horror of the thought had her squeezing his cock head wildly, as if she was trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube, and it was sending indescribable sensations through her whole body.
She could only pray that he wouldn't try.
Because her only option would be submission and shame. And maybe having an orgasm on the spot. That would be terrible!
She closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
"Whatever," Clive said, humping into her hand, and pulling on each nipple ring with alternating force. He didn't even bother to look at her face.
"That's good then," Amy whispered. "I'm glad you're a gentleman."
"Put both hands on it," Clive said, drawing Amy's other hand to it, wrapping her fingers around his tool.
"No," Amy protested. But she didn't take her hand away. Instead, she looked down in fascination, staring at his long brown cock in fascination. Did he tan down there, she wondered? Were there special tanning booths for men's junk? Perhaps he was simply a dusky Mediterranean by complexion.
Or didn't take baths often.
Clive moved her hand on his cock, until he felt her doing it on her own, then he took his hand off hers. She kept both hands on his cock. Curling and twisting along the shaft and head.
"Feels good, uh," he bragged. "I bet you're enjoying holding a real hard one. Beats your fucking husband doesn't it. Makes your pussy wet."
Amy couldn't meet his eyes. Instead, she stared down at the dong in her hands.
"It's so big," she whispered. "I only need to use one hand for Jake. And not even the whole hand. I call him Whisky-man, because I only need two fingers."
Clive moved his hands back to her breasts, kneading them with the finesse and care of a baker kneading bread. Despite his rough handling, Amy's eyes closed blissfully, and she began to breathe heavily. Her hands worked on Clive's cock with growing urgency.
"Those knockers are good," Clive said. "But let's see what else you got?"
He pulled the string on one side of her bikini bottom. Amy squealed, taking her hands off the cock to grab pull the bow on the other side. Amy squealed again, taken by surprise, and Clive whipped the bikini bottom from her, laughing.
"Hey!" she cried loudly, reaching for it. "Give that back.!
"Not so loud," Clive laughed. He held the tiny shred of bikini bottom high above his head, like mistletoe, and Amy had to step close to him to grab it. "There are people outside that door. They'll hear you. What do you think they'll say if they come in here and see you bottomless, tits out, trying to climb me like you found a ladder to my cock."
