Naed Pool Day

There was nothing like having a backyard pool in the middle of nowhere, thought Christy. It was a hot summer day and there was no one around for miles. She sometimes resented the long drive to town, but on days like this one, she was grateful for the quiet. Naked pool days didn't come around very often and she was determined to enjoy this one.

Applying a generous amount of sunscreen to her naked body, Christy set up her lounge chair, the outdoor speaker and rolled the cover off the pool. Of course, she would have a swimsuit handy at the edge of the water, just in case a neighbor dropped by to see her husband or borrow a tool. But it was the middle of the week, the temperature was scorching, and Christy wanted sun on her tits.

Idly caressing her pretty C-cups, Christy dipped her toes in the water, testing the temperature. Perfect, she thought and slid into the water. She swam several laps and floated on her back, thinking of nothing. She vaguely noticed the plane flying back and forth in the distance. Was it her husband flying or that new hired man he'd talked about? It didn't matter if Ken got a peek at her tits from 200 feet. He could get a close-up later tonight. And if it was the new guy, well, it's not like he'd really see anything. More of a hint, she told herself, maybe a perk of the job?

She climbed out of the pool and settled into the lounger with her latest romance novel. Ken teased her unmercifully about her cowboy bad boys, but they were such a good distraction. He worked such long hours and the cowboys were always ready to entertain her. Slipping a hand between her thighs, she gently caressed herself as she read. She dipped a finger and then two, in and out, finding herself more than a little turned on.

Suddenly a shadow appeared from behind her, shading her book. She laughed and said "You've caught me napping again, I guess." thinking it was her husband Ken.

"Excuse me," said an unfamiliar voice, sounding rather embarrassed, "I didn't realize, I mean, sorry, I'll just..." he trailed off, clearly uncertain what to do, now that he'd found her naked and sun-dazed.

Christy grabbed for a towel and tied it around herself. Turning, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, she said "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting company. You must think I'm, well, I don't think I want to know."

"I didn't really see anything," he tried to protest, "I'm Jared, I'm the new guy. Your husband told me to stop in to meet you?" he trailed off in a question, as if she was supposed to know to expect him.

"Ken wanted me to meet you?" she said, confused. Taking a long look at her visitor, Christy saw he was broad chested, clearly a man who took good care of himself by working, not working out. He was dressed in beat up jeans, a button shirt and cowboy boots. He looked like he'd stepped off the page of her novel. Christy felt her knees get a little weak. Standing in front of her, was her fantasy come to life.

"Yeah, Ken said I should stop in for a beer. He should be along pretty soon." Jared smiled at her and Christy had to remind herself to keep breathing. The man was chiseled, maybe 27 and was staring at her like he'd like to take a long drink of her, rather than a beer. His brown eyes twinkled in amusement at her obvious fluster.

Could he tell she wanted to drop the towel and beg him to fuck her, just once, before her husband came home? She wanted to feel those calloused hands, because surely they were rough, just like the rest of him, sliding down her body and cupping her ass as she rode him.

"Beer?" she squeaked out, shaking her head, trying to act normally. "Oh, sure, great idea. Let me just get decent and I'll grab some." In her shaking hands, her towel had started to slip and the delicate pink of her nipple was just starting to show. She tried to hike up the top and the towel slipped out of her grip and fell open, exposing her tanned naked body.

"I think you look pretty decent now," growled Jared, his voice thick with desire "maybe you wanna skip the getting dressed part, and just grab us that beer."

Christy stared at him. Was this man suggesting, no wait, he was definitely suggesting, that she start walking around naked, with her husband due home any minute? No, he was just trying to make her feel better. She laughed, gathered the towel back together and playfully attempted to push past him as she went for the door. Jared grabbed the end of her towel, gave it a quick pull and she found herself standing in front of him, naked again.

"Oh god," she said, "Give that back! Or at least let me past you. I don't even know you and Ken would be so upset if he knew.."

He cut her off with a single finger to her lips, "If he knew his wife was a naked goddess in front of his newest hired hand?" he tossed the towel into the pool and pushed her down onto the lounger. "If he knew how badly she wanted a little more action than some cheap romance novel?"

"Now, let's stop all this protesting and see if we can find something better for that pretty mouth of yours to do." He pushed her down and gestured to his buckle. "I bet you know how to work that off?"

She tried to get up, but he held her shoulder down with one powerful hand. "I can't do this," she cried, "I know what it looks like, but I don't, I mean, we don't have an open marriage. I don't do this kind of thing."

"Then I guess you're going to start today," he chuckled. "Now are you going to play nice, or am I going to need to teach you how to behave properly?"

"I'm not touching you," she said angrily, tossing her shoulder length brown hair and trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "Now let me up and get out of here before my husband comes back. I won't say anything if you just leave."

Sighing, he said "Ok, looks like we'll be doing this the hard way. Don't worry, I like it better like that." He had his belt off and cracked it, faster than she'd thought possible. "Now, are you going to cooperate, or shall I turn you over my knee for your first lesson?" he grinned at her wickedly, daring her to keep talking.

Christy sat there, stunned, unable to move. She heard the belt crack again and knew the next one would be for her. Slowly, she reached up, trying not to look, and started unfastening his button, pulling down the zipper and reaching for his cock.

He wriggled the jeans down and pulled himself out. "Lesson one, eyes on me when you suck," he ordered, "I want to see you enjoy it."

"Ok," thought Christy, "suck him off and he'll leave. Ken never has to know." She took hold of his thick member and gave it a couple of experimental licks, tasting his pre-cum on the end and trying not to shudder. Christy hated blowjobs and knew she wasn't very good at it.

"You'll have to try harder than that," he warned "I'm not a damned popsicle." He fisted his hand into her hair and dragged her face towards his groin. She could smell him, earthy, sweaty, with a hint of soap and fresh air. It was erotic and she felt herself becoming turned on. He tasted a little bit salty with a hint of soap. She closed her eyes, grateful he was clean at least and tried not to use her teeth as she bobbed him in and out of her mouth.

"Eyes open," he barked, giving her face just a little tap, "I told you I want to see you enjoy this." He pulled her closer and started moving her face faster, hand still twisted in her hair. Her rhythm was never going to get him off. Her husband was right, Jared thought, she is a lousy cocksucker. Must not get enough practice.

Jared continued to pump himself into Christy's soft mouth, setting a pace that was slow and deep, trying to show her how he wanted her to suck. She made the cutest little hums and squeaks and he enjoyed the vibration on his cock. Finally, he pulled her head back and popped out of her mouth. "Not bad, beautiful, you need more practice, but I think we'll give your mouth a rest." he said, wiping a trail of saliva from her chin, "Now how about you lay back and I'll see if I can return the favor."

"No, that's ok," Christy exclaimed "You don't need to, I mean, you can just go. Please." she pleaded with him. Sucking him off had been the most naughty experience of her life but she couldn't get caught in such a state.

He laughed in his husky baritone, "Nah, I can't leave you hanging like that. You did all that work, you need a little release, Miss Christy. Lean back in the chair." he pressed her into the recline of the chair and slid her legs apart. Christy's knees flew together and she tried to push him off.

"No, I'm good. Just get out of here and we'll forget this ever happened. I'll tell Ken you had to rush off." She suggested. Her entire body was shaking with desire, begging her to shut up and just let him have his way with her, but her mind knew this wasn't something she could have.

"Nope," he answered, and took held both her wrists in his hand, leaving her struggling and unable to move. He grabbed her bikini top from beside the chair and quickly tied it around her wrists. "We're nowhere near done, so quit fighting. Lesson two, you've got two choices, lay back, relax and enjoy it or keep fighting. Either way, you'll be ending with an orgasm. I like a challenge, so keep on if you want."

Jared parted her thighs again and slid two fingers deep into her pussy. She was soaked, just from sucking him, and he scissored his fingers as he felt the velvet interior. He pulled them out and placed them in his mouth, sucking slowly. "Oh wow," he murmured "sweet and creamy, just like your thighs. You're enjoying this as much as I am." He licked her, sucking and flicking her clit, bringing her right to the edge and then plunged his fingers back inside, denying her the release she so desperately needed. She bucked and moaned, begging him not to stop.

He pulled his fingers out and painted her nipples with her cream. Then he licked and tugged on each nipple until she started to writhe under him again. Her need to come was overwhelming and she tried to grind her pussy on his thigh.

"No, no," he corrected "You'll come when I say so. And not before. Do you understand?" he blew on her nipple, causing it to peak again and her body started to shudder. "Do you understand?"

She nodded, unable to speak, she was so close. Damn it, why wouldn't he just let her come? Christy had never been so close to ecstasy and unable to do anything about it. She tried to focus, he was talking again.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Jared growled. "You need to say it."

"Yes." she whispered.

"Yes, what?" as he slid three fingers into her sopping hole. He wiggled them in a C shape until he found the sweet spot and stroked. "You need to say it. What do you want?"

"Yes. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

Jared quickly shifted positions drove himself deep inside her. She was hot, wet and so ready for him. Sliding her feet to his shoulders, he leaned down, placing his hands on her breasts and asked, "Do you want it slow and sweet, or fast and rough?" He pulled out slowly, nearly leaving her body, as she sucked in her breath. Her hands, still bound, opened and closed, trying to reach out and drag him deeper inside.

"Oh god," she moaned, "Just fuck me already. Hard. Fast. Please." She could barely think.

He needed no more prompting. He grabbed hold of her hips and started pumping in and out of her. She met his rhythm, rocking her hips and clamping down on him. She grabbed for his chest, digging her nails in, trying to control her release. He moved her hands to above her head and held them away as he reached down and pressed one finger to her swollen clit.

He felt the rush her orgasm and demanded "Come now." At his command, the dam inside her broke and she felt her entire body shake and grip him as she screamed as though she was being ripped apart. She was light headed and couldn't quite hear him over her panting breath when she felt him lift her up and carry her to the patio table.

He was still completely erect, his cock covered in her come, dripping from the head. He set her down a patio chair and stood in front of her. "Taste it" he ordered and she opened her mouth and closed it around his swollen cock. He slid in and out of her mouth and asked "Can you taste yourself on me?"

She bobbed her head, unable to get any words out, with his cock still filling her and tried to remember to look at him. Wasn't that one of his rules. "Good girl," he said, stroking her cheek, "Eyes up when you suck." He slid himself from her mouth and lifted her to her feet, pushed her forward against the table and as soon as she was bent forward, slid his cock back inside her.

She felt a burning heat as he pushed into her, was it possible he was larger than before? "You're too much" she panted, wriggling her hips to lessen the angle of his thrust. "I can't, please, I can't take it."

"You can take it," he laughed, giving a powerful thrust that made her weak in the knees. He yanked her back up and mashed her breasts into the glass table top. It was cool on her nipples and the sweat dripping off her made the table slick and easier to glide with him. As he dove deeper into her pussy, she felt her insides clench and knew another orgasm was building. He quickened his pace, seeming to notice the change in her.

"Don't you come without my permission," he warned and gave her ass a light slap. She moaned in response and he grinned, though she couldn't see it. "Oh, so you like that?" He steadied himself and gave her another smack, harder this time.

Her knees buckled again, but he was ready for it and kept her upright. "You want some more?" he teased.

"No, please." she groaned "Come. Please" she couldn't take much more of this, so close to the edge and yet not wanting it to end.

He smacked her ass again, three times, each one harder than the last. She would probably bruise from the last one but he didn't think she'd care. "Come." he demanded after the last smack and she rewarded him with a scream and a flood of liquid, bathing his cock in her heat. He was so close himself but he wanted one more. She was an incredible fuck, so responsive and willing to submit to his commands.

He reluctantly slid out of her soaked pussy and untied her hands. "I think you've proven you can be taught. We don't need that anymore." her eyes flashed disappointment. The little minx liked having her choices taken? Well, that was a surprise. He'd have to remember that.

"Can you take me one more time?" he asked, to give her the illusion of a choice, but she nodded, and met his eyes. "I want you to come too" she said shyly.

That was all the encouragement he needed and he sat down in a chair. "Hop on," he gestured to his lap. Confident in her ability to ride a man to orgasm, Christy slid down his cock, inch by inch until he was buried deep in her pussy. She clenched hard and he felt a little shudder from deep inside her. He knew she had come again, just from penetration but thought it best to overlook it this time.

She rocked back and forth on his cock, grinding her clit against him, teasing him by alternating between fast and painfully slow rhythms. He took hold of her breast and began sucking on her nipple, pinching the other and feeling her unable to continue to concentrate on her task.

He clamped his mouth over one nipple, grabbed her hips and took control, pushing her back and forth, encouraging her to ride the waves of pleasure until finally, his own release was close. He held her down and moved his own hips and pushed her to the brink. "Come" he breathed and he exploded inside her.

Panting, he looked up at her, "Now, that was better than a beer, wasn't it?"

Grinning, she said "Think you've maybe earned that beer now. Maybe you can let me go long enough to go get it?"

He pushed her off and gave her ass a little pat as she passed him, feeling satisfied as he watched his come sliding down her leg. She grabbed her bikini and her towel, no doubt planning to clean herself up before her husband got home. He wiped himself off and got dressed, knowing he should pretend, for Christy's sake, that this was a secret encounter.

He looked up when he heard a beer crack. "Hey man, thanks." said Ken, looking satisfied as he came around the side of the house, "I got it all on video. That was a nice touch, tying her up like that. She's never let me try it but she did say she was willing to follow your lead."

"What are friends for," he said, clinking bottles, "I'm happy to help out anytime. Maybe next week, you can come give my wife some lessons."