This is a continuation of the well-received story "Hilton Head Golf Partner". You may want to read that first before embarking on this sequel. Enjoy!
Of course, I accepted her invitation. You know I would.
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I was at Kathy's house at noon. It was an easy choice, really. Sex with a red-hot MILF or golf? Even though golf has more than a dozen more holes in which to put your balls, it's quality, not quantity, baby!
I followed directions and walked tentatively around the side of the house, more like a mansion, actually. I was a bit leery about leaving my rental car parked in the driveway, in plain sight, but it's not like this was a main thoroughfare in this secluded community. Besides, little did I know that Kathy had already arranged for an alternate mode of transportation for the long drive back to Atlanta later in the day to catch my flight back to the Northeast.
Motive and opportunity, like in crime, are great reasons to partake in illicit sexual activities with a married woman on her own property. A horny cougar had tendered me an intriguing invitation, and I couldn't resist the lure of another present.
I was not to be disappointed.
I turned the corner of the house and saw a huge pool, slightly concealed behind a large white picket fence that served to shield the pool from view. Not that it seemed to matter, at first blush, the nearest neighbor's house was not in sight through the dense pine and oak trees. But then I turned and saw the fairway of the golf course that we had played yesterday. I recognized it as the eighth hole, and the understood the reason for the fence, lest golfers would have the same birds-eye view of what I next saw in the pool as I peered through the entrance gate of the fence.
Kathy was lying on her back in the pool on an oversized inflatable mattress, one of those floating pool loungers. She was wearing a bright kelly green bikini, that displayed her spectacular body, the one that I had enjoyed and pleasured so completely only twelve or so hours ago. My eyes scanned her tanned, tight body as I reached to open the gate, but I hesitated for just a moment when I saw her fingers rise up to her big, mature yet firm breasts, and she peeled the material back from her left tit and began to pinch and squeeze her taut, pink nipple, beginning to writhe slowly on the float, causing small waves to ripple within the confines of the pool.
As if I wasn't aroused enough already, my cock immediately rose in appreciative salute to the incredibly erotic sight in front of me, knowing that I had about two hours to ravage this stunning forty-something married woman I hadn't even known twenty-four hours ago, but with whom I had already shared an evening of exotic intimacy.
I walked through the gate, and she didn't appear the least bit startled or even jump up or stop her current activity of diddling her tit. In fact, she brought her other hand to the bikini top and lowered it to her tummy, exposing her other breast, the milky white globes in direct contrast to her otherwise sun-kissed, bronzed frame.
She smiled, pleased at my arrival, obviously, as if the erect nipples that she was manipulating wasn't enough of a hint.
"Hi," Kathy said simply, in that impossibly sexy low-country drawl, giving me the once-over behind a pair of designer sunglasses, licking her pink lips seductively, letting her gaze linger at the twitching bulge in my Bermuda shorts.
"Hi," I replied. "Um, I didn't pack a bathing suit," I said, stating the obvious, since the original intent of my quick sojourn to the Island was just to get in a few days of golf. Boy, was I glad fate had intervened and plans had changed.
She lowered the frames of her shades to the bridge of her turned-up freckled nose to reveal those amazing lemon-lime pupils. "Yew won't need any." Her eyes blazed into my crotch. "Take your clothes off, John. Ah need to see that big cock ah've been daydreamin' about all morning."
Faster than you could say 'adultery', I stripped out of my clothes and stood at the foot of the pool in all my glory. Kathy's fingers began working her nipples more urgently, the nips were now puffy and swollen with need, her stomach began to gently but discernibly heave, she was literally panting softly now.
I dove into the cool, refreshing water and came up next to the floating mattress, and we kissed...deeply...softly at first, but quickly with escalating and increasing hunger, already like familiar lovers, and my hands found hers and we jointly massaged her responsive breasts until my head lowered to suck on her large buoys, one by one, pressing her impressive mounds together with my palms roughly as my tongue lapped at her nipples, evoking groans and muffled squeals from Kathy's open mouth, suspended in a tight 'O' shape.