This story is a fantasy featuring mostly heterosexual female on male sexual encounters, mostly older participants. Any similarities to real persons is unintentional. All characters are of age and consenting. This is a long read, not a quickie. Slow build to, hopefully, a good payoff. Reflects the author's preferences and proclivities. Not for everyone. Enjoy. If not, thanks for giving me a try; there are many other great stories and authors to enjoy here.
Might be good to read the previous stories for context: Samantha from my past -- the bike, the boat and the bar
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I rode my bike back from Russo's to my place. It was a few miles. Time to let the night air clear my head. It was almost one in the morning. Way later than I was used to staying up. Ninety minutes ago I'd been getting out of a deep sleep for this woman. Thirty minutes ago I was blowing my load in a bar bathroom, while I filmed it for Samantha. Into her panties.
What was I thinking? Was this risky behavior? What was she getting me into. I loved the feeling of being in a new sexual relationship with a woman. It was novel and exciting. SHE was exciting. Intelligent, funny, fit, sexy, independent, bold. Not entirely what I was used to. But she was in a complicated relationship with this guy Jeff. She said the relationship was faltering, but I didn't really know what her intentions were. After all, he was sharing her hotel room right now. Her cab was taking her back to him after we'd had a heady sexual experience. She was headed back there to share a bed with him. Videos on her phone of her masturbating. Of me masturbating. Earlier today she had washed her bathing suit where my cum had stained it, after our intense experience on the boat.
I was certainly tittilated. Excited. Feeling out of my depth and a little happier for it. But I also needed to be careful.
I was putting my bike back in the garage and hanging up my helmet, when my phone buzzed again. I walked out of the garage, closing the door as I went. I stood in the warm night air. It was quiet outside. I could hear the hum of my pool pump running in the shed.
I looked down at my phone. Text from Samantha with a picture.
I swiped to unlock my phone and zoomed in.
Jesus.
It was her, in the bathroom of her hotel room. Lifting up her dress. Showing me a pair of sticky, soaked thong underwear peeking out between her thighs.
She'd worn them home. Instead of chucking them, as she implied she was going to, she'd gone back to the restrooms and pulled them up, drenched with my jism after I blew my load into them.
Heart emoji.
"NOW I am chucking them away"
I sent a wide-eyed surprise emoji.
Shy emoji back.
"makes me feel like I fucked u"
"they must be sticky"
"can't lie they are wet" tongue out emoji, then "pretty cold when I put them on" with a laughing emoji
"night night. don't leave your phone lying around" wagging finger emoji
Scowling emoji: "no shit" then "won't make that mistake again"
I waited but she went silent, so I went inside and went to bed. Again.
I woke up to bright hotness in my bedroom. I hadn't closed my blinds, and the sunrise was blasting into the room. The sun had just come up over the hills across the lake. I leant up on my elbows and squinted out the window at the water below. Calm and smooth. Not even a fisherman or a waterskier on the water yet.
I reached over and pulled my phone toward me from the side table. Charging cable stretching. It was 6:15. That wasn't enough sleep. I put my phone back and flopped back down. I could taste my late night beer in my mouth.
My mind's eye flashed with a montage of sexual images: Samantha's mouth on my cock, kneeling on the floor of my garage. Perched in the bow of my boat, fingers tracing down her shiny green bathing suit. Her bathing suit pulled aside at the crotch, baring herself to me. Grinding on my hardness on the floor of my boat. Slurping my semen from my stomach. Fingers buried in her snatch through her white underwear.
I sat up and grabbed my phone. I opened the messaging app and found our thread. Not difficult. It was the top of my message list. I opened the thread and systematically went through to delete all the pictures and videos she'd sent me. Then I went into my deleted-items folder and removed them from there. I deleted all the videos and pictures I'd taken for her. I couldn't delete them from her phone, but at least they wouldn't be found on mine.
I had twinges of guilt about our experience. Not sure how I felt about the digital record of our interactions. Especially with her current man-child boyfriend Jeff already suspicious. That relationship seemed like it was ending soon. But who knew?
I stood in the kitchen drinking my Americano in my swim shorts, towel over my shoulder. Looking out at the lake below. I could see my neighbor Dave down on his dock, lowering his ski boat into the water using his boat lift. His son and daughter standing on the wharf in their ski vests, carrying their slalom skis. The girl with two. Carrying her Dad's for him. Suicide boots all round. Serious. All of them lit brightly by the sun on their faces, and its blinding reflection off the water. The three of them were out almost every morning before school, especially if the water was glass like this. The kids were excellent skiers. Dad was good too. Fast. Tight. Sometimes I saw Mum driving the boat. They made good use of their time. Never wasting good water. I wondered if they'd let me join them one morning. But then again, my slalom legs weren't what they used to be.
I put my empty coffee cup in the sink and went out to the pool deck for a swim.
After my laps, fewer than I usually did. I was towelling off on the deck, the sun hot already, when I heard my phone ping inside. Then ping again. I finished drying off so that I wouldn't leave wet footprints on the carpet inside.
Walked through the house to the bedroom and picked up my phone. 8am.
It was her again. What next.
"morning" and a second one with a sunrise emoji
"morning to you"
Then a selfie: Her head and shoulders. Standing outside the coffee shop at the resort, holding her starbucks cup up in a 'cheers' gesture. Sleeveless white workout tee. Tight to her chest. Sports bra beneath. Soft ball hat shading her eyes, pony tail stuck through the back. Sweet. Cute.
Then she sent: "have a good swim?"
"how did you know"
"guess"
