I locked my doors, retrieved my bag from the trunk, and we were on our way. It only took us another seven minutes through ever thinning middle-class residences before reaching a gated drive, and I was suddenly flooded with anxiety. Where the fuck were they taking me? Kim punched some numbers into a keypad, and the entry gate slid open.
Once inside the gate, we continued for another minute and around a grouping of trees before pulling up to a rather large house, then into a rather large garage as the doors opened and closed behind us, and I was grateful for the privacy the enclosure would afford me as I moved from car to home. Ashley had been right; parking would not have been a problem as the house was hidden from the road. I almost succeeded in opening my door into the Range Rover parked next to me, but I caught it at the last second as I inhaled sharply through clenched teeth.
I toted the bag on my shoulder as Kim led us into the house. We passed a shiny, late model Viper and a recent BMW sedan on the way in, and I started forming Kim’s family photo in my mind as we continued. Ashley was just as comfortable, and I could tell she spent a lot of time here.
I crossed the threshold into the den and saw… Money. The place was furnished in money. It was all exceptionally tasteful, but also exceptionally expensive. “Kim, Ashley said your mom is a neurosurgeon?”
“Yep. A pretty big one, too. She’s the Department Head.”
“Far out. What does your dad do?” Rocket scientist?
“He’s the District Attorney.”
“No shit,” I asked, as casually as I could manage mid-cardiac arrest.
“No shit.” She smiled at the sudden discomfort on my face. “Oh, don’t worry about it. They’re in Bora Bora until Saturday night,” dismissing my obvious anxiety.
“Oh, okay.” I failed to see how her parents being in Bora Bora until Saturday night made the situation any more acceptable. My head started hurting, but rather than think about the certain doom that awaited me, I focused on more immediate matters, like, “Who goes to Bora Bora?”
Kim warmed to my sentiment. “I know, right? So, an old friend of my mom — and I mean a friend of my mom who’s old — told her about what a great place it is, so my parents decided to go. They’ve been gone five days now, and they said they’re having a good time, so… Whatever.”
We talked briefly about more preferred vacation destinations as she led me into the kitchen, and Ashley disappeared for a few minutes. Upon her return, she was naked again, and was carrying a few beach towels. She offered Kim and me each one, and kept one for herself.
“So, are you guys just gonna stand around all day or what?” As soon as Kim and I moved, Ashley made a path to the rear patio door, walked through and out, and we followed. Ashley hadn’t lied; Kim’s parents had a very nice setup. There was a large in-ground pool, surrounded by a boardwalk littered with padded patio furniture, and a medium gazebo with a jacuzzi. The L-shaped house wrapped around the area on two sides, leaving a privacy fence for the other two. The fence was only about seven feet high, but judging by our approach to her house, the nearest neighbor was at least two hundred yards in any direction. Not too shabby.
Once Ashley was satisfied that I’d spent enough time surveying my surroundings, she stepped in front of me and said, “Okay. Now, take off your pants,” before making a running dive into the pool.
I looked at Kim standing next to me who smiled and said, “Better move, Dean.” I began taking off my clothes as Kim went to a nearby lounge to begin disrobing.
I was down to only my shorts when Ashley surfaced and saw me moving for the snap on my waistband. She yelled in drill-sergeant fashion, “Can’t you follow instructions, boy,” and started laughing. As soon as the shorts hit the ground, I was running at the pool, diving into position to pull Ashley under. I grabbed her ankle and pulled down hard before surfacing. She bobbed right back up and called me a shithead.
Kim had disrobed, and Ashley and I swam to the edge of the pool to greet her. She was impressive. Real model material. Kim’s physique was similar to my own in that she was toned, but not muscular. Long shapely legs, round pronounced breasts, truly an hourglass figure covered in smooth, warmly tanned skin, with no tan lines. She had a small, well-trimmed, triangular patch of blond hair just a little above her hood pointing downward, as if to indicate the treasure that waited below, and it absolutely suited her.
Ashley watched me looking at Kim. “Not bad, eh?”
I looked back at Ashley, and wondered if I was being setup. “Is there a right and wrong answer?”
She laughed. “Nope.”
I looked back up at Kim, who was listening to our exchange with her hands on her hips and an expectant look on her face, as if to say, “Well?”
“Not bad at all.” Kim kissed the air at me, then looked at Ashley.
“Sweetie, I need help with sunscreen. Can I borrow your boy here?”
Ashley replied without looking at me. “Sure. Just bring him back in one piece.” My eyes were wide in mock disbelief, and she winked at me before swimming off.
Kim looked expectantly at me again. “Well? Come on.” I began to extract myself from the water as Kim walked over to her chosen lounge and waited. I recovered my towel and brushed some of the excess water from me before joining her. I’d expected to apply the sunscreen to the areas she couldn’t reach, in typical fashion, so I was surprised when she handed me the bottle and lay back, her eyes closed.
I applied a generous quantity of the goop to my hands, rubbed them together a bit, and went to work. Her flesh was tender but resilient. It was a pleasure confidently running my hands along the length of this girl’s body, and my growing erection reflected that pleasure. Every so often she would moan as I massaged the lotion into a particularly sensitive area, and her nipples hardened as I applied the lotion to her breasts. Though I don’t think she’d intended to, she was coming alive to me as I covered her arms and hands.
When I reached her designation patch, she parted her legs significantly, as if to suggest that I not miss a single spot, and I did not disappoint. Remembering my purpose, I didn’t linger any longer than the job required, but I was thorough in my bid to reach every exposed inch of flesh. Equipped with a large amount of lotion, my fingers rubbed light circles onto her sex, and she moaned again, her body tense. I expanded outward, continuing with her legs and feet, and when I’d done all I could on that side, she flipped, and I began covering her back.
I reached her bum, and she raised it slightly. I applied the sunscreen to her buttocks, and as I did, her ass rose higher, as if she were presenting herself to me. Again, I diligently covered every measure of her skin, reaching between her buttocks. When I went to cover her sex one more time for good measure, I noticed a small amount of moisture had gathered at the seam between her labia. I relieved her of it, and she moaned deeply. That was the last I touched her before leaning over and whispering in her ear, “You’re done.”