This is the second in a three-part series.
Dreams Come True
Davey had no intention of waiting a week to see Sandy again. The weather heated up on Tuesday. He decided it was a good day to swim. Bathing suit in hand, he walked over.
His spirits dropped when he saw her car was not there. "Damn," he thought.
As he turned around for his demoralized walk home, Sandy pulled around the corner. Rolling down her window she asked, "Where you headed off to, Davey? I've got a project for you today."
Hoping they were thinking of the same kind of project, Davey smiled brightly and met her in the driveway.
"I see you brought your suit," she said. "You won't need it for this project." She winked. "But first, can you help me with these groceries?"
"Yes, Sandy, whatever you say." He grinned.
They brought in the groceries, and she put away the things that went in the fridge. He admired how fine she looked in her light summer dress, which showed off her long, shapely legs and, of course, her breasts.
"I see you like this dress, too, Davey." She never missed anything. "Maybe I can make you like it even more." She reached under the yellow dress, pulled down her pink panties, and stepped out of them, never taking her eyes off Davey's. His lust for her was boundless.
"Here, hold them for me while I fix us some tall glasses of ice water. It's so hot today, don't you think?"
Staring at the still warm panties in his slightly trembling hands, he said, "Incredibly hot."
"Do my panties smell nice, Davey?"
Holding them to his nose and breathing in deeply, he stammered, "They smell wonderful, Sandy."
Sandy smiled and fixed their drinks.
"Shall we sip our cold beverages by the pool?" she asked and led him outside. "Let's get these lounge chairs facing each other."
Davey arranged the chairs so they were close and faced each other. Sandy sat and demurely crossed her legs at the ankles. Sitting facing her, Davey tried to use his mind to will her legs apart. She seemed to relish making him crazy with lust.
"It looks like you have something on your mind, Davey. I have some things on my mind, too. First, you're way overdressed, compared to me. Take your shirt off."
He instantly pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the ground.
"Come over here so I can see you more closely," she directed, patting the cushion on her lounge chair.
He sat next to her, at her hip.
"That's better," she said, smiling as she surveyed his body. She touched his chest, gently playing with his nipples. She felt his heart pound.
"Does that feel good, Davey?"
"Very good, Sandy."
"Now take off the rest of your clothes."
Davey took off his shoes and socks then stood up and pulled off his pants and underwear, his hard-on pointing straight up. He started to sit with her again.
"No, stand, Davey," she insisted. "I'm not done looking at you. Turn around slowly so I can see you from all sides."
He turned slowly and stopped with his back facing her.
"So handsome," she said as she put her soft hand on his ass. "I love your legs." She very slowly slid her hand from his ass down his inner thigh to his calf.
"Turn and face me again, Davey."
He did.
"I love how your cock stands up when it gets so hard. It's very hard today, isn't it Davey?" She reached up and touched it softly, sliding her hands down to caress his balls.
"It's very hard, Sandy." Davey struggled with his excitement.
"You like to rub your cock until you come don't you, Davey?
"Yes, Sandy," he stammered.
"Do you think of doing dirty things with me when you make yourself come?" She stared into his eyes.
"I do, Sandy."
"Well, today is going to be different, Davey. No more imagining. You just keep doing as I say, and we'll both be very happy."
"Ok, Sandy."
"Sit back down in your chair," she directed. He would jump off a cliff if she told him to.
"I know you like to look at my body. So, I'm going to give you a tour. First I'm going to show you my pussy."
Looking him straight in the eyes she very slowly uncrossed her legs, lifted her knees, then spread her legs. Her pubic hair was dark brown. Not taking her eyes off Davey, she slid her fingers through her hair then spread the lips of her pussy, which was glistening in the bright sunlight.
"Come close, Davey. I want you to see everything."
He moved to the foot of her lounge chair and leaned in between her long legs, his huge erection poking his abdomen. He reached out to touch her, but she took his hand.
"Not yet, Davey. You'll get your turn. Do you see this?" She pulled her lips back further to expose her large clit. "This is my clitoris, or clit. When you rub it or lick it, it gets excited and gets swollen and hard, like your cock. Watch me touch it." Wetting two fingers in her mouth, she reached down and slowly circled her clit. "Mmmm, that feels so good. Do you like watching me rub my clit, Davey."
Just inches from her pussy, Davey said, "I do, Sandy," without lifting his head or looking up.
"I thought so. When my clit gets rubbed or licked in the right way it makes me come. I can come over and over again if you play with my clit just right. You'd like to put your mouth on my pussy and lick my clit until I come, wouldn't you, Davey?"
Hi mouth watered at the thought and at the sight of her hardening clit as she massaged it with her lovely fingers. "I do want to lick you, Sandy, and make you come," he responded from his close-up vantage point. She felt his warm breath on her pussy.
Sliding her fingers lower, she spread her lips with her other hand, her wedding ring sparkling in the bright sunlight.
"This is my vagina, Davey." She spread herself wide open with her fingers.
"You've felt how wet it gets when I get excited. It gets wet so your big cock can slide in and out. I'll love the feeling of your thick cock deep inside me, filling my pussy so tightly." She pushed two fingers all the way into herself and slid them in and out.
"You want to put your cock in my pussy like this, don't you, Davey?"
Davey could barely manage a "Yes." He was so close he could smell her scent, as he had on his fingers the night of the party. He could hear the soft squishing sound her fingers made as they went in and out of her wetness.
She slowly pulled her fingers out of herself and told him to open his mouth. She slid them into his mouth. "Do you like the taste of my pussy, Davey?"
"Yes, Sandy. You taste so good."
"Sit back up now," she told him. Reluctantly he did. "I'm too warm in this dress." She pulled it over her head, now wearing only a white bra. "You wanted to help me get this off when I massaged you. Take it off now, Davey."
He reached around her, enjoying the smell of her neck, and worked at the clasp. Eventually, he got it unfastened, lifted the straps from her lovely shoulders, then pulled it off her voluptuous breasts. They shook enticingly. Unable to restrain himself he cupped one in his hand for a moment, before she pulled it away.
"You're a bad boy for not waiting for my instructions, Davey." She looked at him sternly, then smiled. "I know you like to look, so this is time for you to do that."
"Ok, Sandy. I'll just look."
"Good," she said. She held an ample breast in each hand, as if weighing them. Her nipples and areolas were large and dark brown.
"Do you think they're too big, Davey."
"They're perfect, Sandy."
Rubbing wet fingers around her areolas and nipples, she asked, "Do my nipples get you excited, Davey?"
"Very much, Sandy."
She pinched a nipple and pulled on it. "When they're touched like this, they get excited like my clit does, and my nipples get big and hard. Do you see that happening, Davey?"
"Yes, Sandy."
"They're very sensitive. If you play with them with your fingers, or with your mouth and tongue, or with your hard cock, it makes my clit get hard and my pussy very wet." She played with her nipples as they got harder, jutting out from her soft round breasts.
"I can come just from having my nipples touched." She closed her eyes as she continued pinching her nipples as he watched.
