Just Across The Fence Ch 06

I think you will find the series makes more sense if the episodes are read in sequence.

Everyone engaged in sex is eighteen or older.

Chapter 06. Things get [more] complicated....

From the moment she joined us in the kitchen for breakfast next morning, Anna was acting a little weird. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her several times staring surreptitiously at both of us, and smiling knowingly, when she thought we weren't looking. As we ate, Beth and I flanking Anna on either side where she sat at the end of the table, I caught her doing it again, and decided to call her on it.

"All right, little miss, just what the hell is up with you this morning?" I asked her sternly.

"Who, me?" she replied, trying to act all innocent...and failing miserably.

"Yes, you, cupcake," I said. "You've been sashaying around acting like the cat who ate the canary since you came in here, and smirking at us behind our backs. What's the deal?"

Anna dropped her eyes, with a hang-dog guilty expression, looking for all the world like a kid caught red-handed trying to rob the cookie jar.

"Last night I saw you guys out by the pool, in the storm," she admitted, almost in a whisper.

Beth and looked at each other, stunned. "Oops," was all I could say, and Beth added, "Oh, my!"

"I'm really sorry," Anna said, imploringly. "I didn't mean to. It just happened. I know it was wrong for me to stay and spy on you, but...I just couldn't help myself."

Beth and I burst out laughing. Anna looked back and forth between the two of us, puzzled, and said, "What, did I say something funny?"

"'Couldn't help yourself', huh?" Beth told her, still chuckling. "There's been a lot of that going around this house lately. It's like an epidemic."

"Oh," Anna said.

"It's OK," I said, gently. "Tell us what happened, kiddo,"

"The babies kicking me woke me up," she explained. "Maybe the storm scared them. I was thirsty, so I got up to come in here for a bottle of juice. As I was walking down the hall past the door into the den, a breeze ruffled my nightgown. I looked, and saw that the patio door was ajar, so I went over to close it."

"In a way, you're lucky I did see you. I was going to just close and lock the door, and go back to bed. You would have been trapped outside, in the storm, naked."

"Yeah, that might have been a little awkward," I agreed. "Though in fact I had my phone, and could have called you."

"But anyway, I did see you, and once I did, I just couldn't look away," she went on. "It was...incredible. It was wilder and hotter than any X-rated sex scene I ever saw on the internet, and at the same time more tender, and more erotic, and more loving than the most sultry, alluring love scene in any romance movie I ever heard of."

"Without even realizing I was doing it, I found myself with one hand rubbing my nipples, and the other between my legs, rubbin' the nubbin. I scooted the recliner over a bit for a better view, lay down on it, and got busy having fun with myself while I watched you guys go at it."

"The recliner; that was it!" I exclaimed. Both women looked at me in surprise.

"When we came back in, I had the vaguest notion something was off," I explained, "But I couldn't quite put my finger on it: the recliner had been moved."

Anna went on, "I came twice, jerking off while watching the two of you make love. If not for the thunder, I'm sure you would have heard me. When you finally got up to come back in, I barely had time to get up and scuttle out of sight, or you would have caught me. I went back to bed, and jerked off again before I went back to sleep."

"Well, it's not like you didn't already know that we're lovers," I told her.

"And I'm glad to hear we weren't the only ones enjoying the storm," Beth added.

Anna reached out to us, and the three of us joined hands. "I just hope someday I can meet a guy like you, Grandpa, that I can spend my life with, and love, and make love with, the way I watched you two do last night," she said, her eyes moist. "Aunt Beth, I know that you sending Grandpa to my bed is a gift, a wonderful present, that can only happen for a short time, while I'm here to deliver my babies, in the company of people who know and care for me...people who care for the spawn, too. If you send him to me again, another night, that will be wonderful, too, but if last night should turn out to be the last time it happens, I won't be sad. I'll never forget the experiences he and I shared when you allowed us to be together, and be eternally grateful to you."

"Sweetheart, until your babies are born, and you go back home to New York, you have my unconditional permission to make love with John as often as he can get it up for you," Beth told her. "So far, since you arrived, there somehow still seems to be enough of him to keep us both happy."

"Don't I get any say in this decision?" I asked, lightheartedly.

Both women looked at me with resigned, patient expressions. "Does he always ask such silly questions?" Anna wondered.

"Never stops," Beth replied. "Doesn't seem to realize that women understand that asking a man if he'd like more sex is like asking Yogi Bear if he could use another Pic-a-Nic basket."

"Or asking Wiley Coyote if he wants to keep chasing Road Runner?" Anna suggested, with a snicker.

"Asking Dagwood if he'd like another sandwich."

"Or asking Popeye if he wants more spinach."

"OK, fine, I get it," I interjected. "This is fun, but you, Beth, need to get ready for your employment agency intake interview today, and I have to get cupcake here to her photoshoot, so we need to cut this short and get a move on."

"You see, he really can be useful outside a bedroom when he puts his mind to it," Beth told Anna. "Just go easy on the praise and don't let it go to his head."

"Which head?" Anna quipped, giggling.

"Either one," Beth answered, with a smirk.

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As I finished up the breakfast dishes, Anna came into the kitchen and told me it was time for us to head out. "Where am I taking you?" I asked her.

She fished a slip of paper from her purse and handed it to me. "It's a luxury Airbnb, that they've rented for the shoot," she told me. "Here's the address."

I glanced at it, and whistled. "This is out in the swankiest township in the metro area. We'll have to take the sedan. By township ordinance, pickup trucks can't be parked on the street out there, unless you're a tradesman working a job, in daylight work hours only. If you live there and have a pickup, you have to keep it in a garage."

"Yes, they mentioned that," she replied. "Let's go."

On the ride over, Anna explained a few things to me. "I've hired a nurse, from a referral agency, to be at the shoot. Her only job is to keep an eye on me and make sure I don't get overstressed. So, you don't have to be the Grinch, and tell me to take it easy, OK?"

"Good for you," I told her. "That's a smart thing to do."

"Normally, they would be reluctant to let someone like you, who's not a pro, hang around," she went on. "I've told them you won't get in the way, and if they still don't like it, they can kiss my ass."

"That's my job," I insisted, and she smiled at me.

"Later, Grandpa," she teased me, and then went on. "We're getting there a little early, so the hairdresser and makeup lady have time to do their thing with me. There'll be a sort of pre-production meeting, where the marketing rep will give the crew their marching orders. Ordinarily these shoots are a frenzy of activity, to get in shots of as many garments as they can squeeze into the available time, but I've made it very clear to them that I'm going to pace myself, and they'll have to be satisfied with that."

I swung the car up into the broad, curving drive of the palatial home where the shoot would take place, and unloaded Anna at the front door. A burly guy in some sort of uniform, evidently a security guard, directed me to a parking spot, and checked my ID against a list he carried on a clipboard, before waving me through the massive, ornate door. I found Anna in a side room, being attended by a couple of people busy doing her hair and makeup, and being greeted by various members of the crew as they arrived. These people, most of them, anyway, had flown in from the east coast for this gig, and Anna had obviously worked with many of them before. I found a seat out of the way, where I could watch, fascinated, how a high-end fashion shoot unfolded.

The fashion marketing rep, Gina, who was in charge because she was paying for everything, brought everyone into the makeup/hairdressing area for the pre-production meeting, so that the girls could keep working on Anna, along with a couple of additional models. The other girls were pregnant also, but Anna's was the biggest belly be a substantial margin. A lot of what Gina told the crew was jargon that went right over my head, but everyone else was nodding, and a few were taking notes. There was only one glitch; a male model who was to be in some of the shots was a no-show. Gina told her assistant to 'go track down that idiot'.

The shoot itself was a flurry of activity. They would set up in one room after another, and block in the shots they wanted. When the fashion rep was satisfied with the plan, the photographer got busy. Anna stepped onto her mark, and followed the photographer's directions with poses as he snapped dozens and dozens of shots. In many, she was alone, and in some, one or more other models joined her. When she needed to change costumes, she waddled sedately into the nearby changing area, where the wardrobe lady helped her into her next outfit. Some of the lingerie outfits were skimpy and revealing, racy even, but there was no snickering, off-color comments, or leering directed her way. Everyone's demeanor was strictly professional and respectful. I was very impressed.

Two hours in, and the missing male model was still unaccounted for. Gina was starting to get pissed, and a little desperate.

"Why don't we use Grandpa?" Anna suggested. "You'll be cropping his head out of the shots anyway. No one will know he's fifty years older than me."

Gina and the photographer exchanged a look, and she said, "That might work, what do you think, Tony?"

"Well, let's see," Tony replied. "Mr., uh, Miller, could I get you to stand up, and turn around, slowly." I complied, and he snapped a quick series of shots. He and Gina spent a minute examining them, on the small preview screen on the back of his very sophisticated and expensive-looking digital camera.

"I think we can make this work," Gina announced. "Mr. Miller, can I interest you in a one-shot gig as a male fashion model?"

"Standard minimum salary!" Anna interjected.

"Of course, of course," Gina agreed, eager to keep her star model happy.

"Sure, why not?" I agreed. "Sounds like fun."

"My assistant will give you some papers to sign," Gina said, "And then Nancy will fix you up in the clothes we need you in."

The photo sessions were straightforward, since all I had to do was follow the photographer's directions, as I posed with Anna, mostly off to the side or behind her, just human wallpaper to dress up the scene and help focus attention on Anna and the outfits she wore.

During one short break, while Anna rested, I asked her what 'standard minimum salary' was.

"Two fifty an hour, three-hour minimum," she told me. "What, didn't you read the ten-page contract you signed?"

"I was kind of rushed..." I offered in my defense.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she clucked. "I thought you engineers were always so careful and thorough."

"I'm a little out of my comfort zone here," I said.

"Don't worry," she reassured me. "I'll keep you safe."

"Says the devious bitch who crawled naked into my bed after midnight to steal my sperm, for her own nefarious purposes," I whispered into her ear, and she snickered.

"Guilty," she agreed. "And I warn you, I think I might be a repeat offender."

"In light of recent event, your confession is hardly necessary to convict you, in my courtroom, anyway," I concurred. "Justice demands a suitable punishment, to fit your crime."

"When you punished me at bedtime last night," she observed, "It seemed to me that the punishment was a perfect fit."

"Yes, it did seem that way, didn't it?" I mused. "Perhaps we should check it again tonight, just to be sure."

"Yes, we really should make sure of it," she agreed, "If Aunt Beth is OK with it."

"She gave you a free pass just this morning, remember?" I reminded her.

"That's right, she did, didn't she?" Anna agreed. "You know, I think she just might be my very favorite aunt of all time."

"She's my favorite, too," I said. "And she's not even my aunt."

I think Anna would have been happy to continue our little private sexy repartee indefinitely, but Gina called an end to our short break, and we had to get back to work.

When the photoshoot ended about 4:00, Gina reminded everyone they were invited to dinner, on her nickel, at an upscale Greek restaurant nearby, and Anna and I joined them. Waiting in the foyer to be seated, I checked my phone for messages, and found a text from Beth.

"Things moved fast, got a slot subbing at a place that could be a good fit for me. Evening shift tonight, 3 to 11, see you when I get home. Hope today went OK for Anna. Love you both."

I was happy that it appeared her plans were working out as she had hoped...and at the same time, conscious of some jealousy of this new rival for her time and attention. I sent a short reply, so she knew I got the message, telling her I would see her when she got home.

I showed Anna the text, telling her, "Looks like it's just you and me this evening after dinner, sweetie."

"I have you all to myself tonight? Yay!" she squealed.

Dinner with the crew was fun. Alcohol flowed, and the stories the crew members told of the hijinks, sexual and otherwise, that sometimes went on behind the camera in the fashion modeling world got raunchier and more outrageous with each round of cocktails. Gina reminded everyone when and where they needed to be for tomorrow's shoot, and that a hangover was not an acceptable excuse for being late. I limited myself to one beer, and was fine to drive us back to the house, getting home about 7:00.

"I'm going to go chill out in the pool, Grandpa," Anna told me.

"Go on, I'll catch up to you," I said.

As I expected, when I got back from grabbing my swim trunks upstairs, Anna was already in the pool, naked of course, drifting on her air mattress. She chided me for not stripping down like she had.

"Party-pooper," she jeered at me. "Prude. Killjoy."

"Easy for the highest-paid, sexiest fashion model in Oklahoma today to say that," I grumbled. "People gouge out their own eyeballs when they see me in the buff. I'm just doing everyone a public service by keeping it covered."

"Excuses, excuses," she mocked me. "Puritan. Fuddy-duddy. Goody-Two-Shoes."

"You watch your mouth, young lady," I warned her darkly. "Better not get all high and mighty with me. I don't care if today you did make more money in an afternoon than I made all last month, you're still not too big for me to bend you over my knee and smack your curvy little ass, you know."

"Are you sure about that, Grandpa?" she teased me demurely, reaching down to pat her distended belly. "I'm getting bigger every day, and I don't bend so good right now. And anyway, getting spanked by you sounds like it might be a lot of fun."

"Don't make me come over there to prove to you how wrong you are, you little vixen," I admonished her. "You might find you get more than you can handle. We still need to check you again for 'fit', remember?"

"Yeah, and how will you do that with your swim trunks on, huh?" she challenged me.

"I guess you leave me no choice but to take them off like you want, and show you what happens to smart-mouth little foxes who get too big for their britches," I replied, pushing through the warm pool water towards her. "Not that you're wearing britches right now, or anything else for that matter, of course."

Anna shrieked in mock terror and tried to defend herself by scuttling away and splashing water in my face as I came after her, but I easily grabbed her ankle and gently pulled her off her air mattress, dunking her head under water for a second. I quickly got my arms under her armpits and pulled her backside up against my body-and also, and not by accident, against the stiff boner, concealed inside my swim trunks, whose presence so offended her. I carefully groped her swelling breasts, and she rubbed herself lasciviously against my throbbing erection.

"Hi, sailor," she cooed. "Come here often?"

"I come here a lot, you little pain-in-the-ass, shameless hussy," I told her. "It's a great place for coming. I've done some of the best coming of my life here. I could come here several times a day, and come back for more."

"Mmm, Grandpa, I think I'm ready for my fitting now," she told me, dreamily. I walked her slowly over to the edge of the pool, stepped around her and climbed out onto the concrete apron.

"Wait here, little fox, and I'll be back in a second," I told her. I trotted over to the towel cabinet, pulled out a small jar, and carried it back over to the side of the pool next to Anna.

"What's that, Grandpa?" she asked.

"An oil-based personal lubricant," I explained. "In the water, your vaginal secretions, and water-based lubricants, dissolve and wash away quickly. This stuff lasts much longer for sex in the swimming pool. It works great-you can ask me how I know that, if you like-and is guaranteed safe to use."

I dropped my swim trunks around my ankles and kicked them away, freeing my stiff boner to bob and weave in front of me. "Happy now?" I asked Anna, sarcastically.

"Getting there," she admitted, admiring the view and reaching up to gently stroke my balls and the underside of my throbbing erection.

I sat down on the edge of the pool in front her, opened the jar of lubricant, which looked and felt much like petroleum jelly. I offered it to Anna, saying, "Care to do the honors, sweetie?"

She scooped up a modest handful of the goop and applied it generously to my rigid member, a most stimulating experience indeed. "And some for yourself..." I prompted her, and she took another scoop from the jar and reached down to apply it on and in her pussy. I set the jar down poolside, and offered her a towel on which to wipe her hands, and then hopped into the pool beside her, in water about chest deep on us.

Stepping once more behind her, I told her, "Fold your arms on the edge of the pool and lay your head on them." She complied at once, trusting me completely. I squatted down, reaching around her long, sleek legs with my hands to grasp the front of her thighs, easily levering her lower body up and back, as I also backed up a step, until her cute curvy rump was awash just in front of my chest, supported mostly by the buoyancy of the water, with only a modest fraction of her weight held up by my arms, her head resting comfortably on her arms folded on the poolside.

"Comfy?" I asked her.

"Oh, yeah, this is nice," she purred.

I gently lowered her body, carefully adjusting her position so that as her lower body dropped back under the water, my cock slid cozily up and into her well-greased pussy, deeper and deeper as I continued to let her drop, until it was encased to the hilt in her slick vagina.

"How's the fit, miss?" I asked her. "Would you like to see something in a larger size, perhaps?"

"No...." she moaned. "This one's...perfect...just the right size...mmmm..."

With the water supporting most of her weight, it took only the slightest effort to raise and lower her abdomen, as I stood practically motionless, to begin fucking her slowly, gently, lazily.

Her head lolled where it lay on her folded arms, as she moaned and gasped, her arousal increasing, the muscles of her vagina clenching in an instinctive effort to stimulate both of us. I had to remind myself over and over to keep it easy and gentle, and not let myself get carried away with my own excitement. I found that I hardly needed to use my hands, that I could lift her up easily using only my hips to thrust upward, then squat down quickly, the buoyant water holding her suspended above my cock with only a couple of inches inside, to then slowly drop down once more and impale her fully all over again on each stroke. Instead, I used my hands to reach around her body and gently tweak and massage her sensitive nipples. The added stimulation quickly triggered an intense orgasm for her, her muscular pussy clenching my cock in rhythmic spasms as her climax engulfed her. I stopped fucking her only long enough for her quivering muscles to relax, and then resumed our leisurely, comfortable lovemaking.