She moaned in dissatisfaction. “Moh, not even close.” I laughed and started to get up as I turned to the pool and found Ashley watching me.
“That was awesome,” she said.
“How long were you watching?”
“Pretty much the whole time. It was a fantastic show. Makes me sad I don’t need sunscreen.”
I didn’t understand. “What do you mean, you ‘don’t need sunscreen?'”
“My mother is Korean, and my father is Colombian, and for some reason that mix means I don’t tan, I don’t burn, I don’t even shade. The color that you see here is all there is.” She waited patiently for my response.
“Interesting,” was all I could muster. Ashley just rolled her eyes, then smiled as she shook her head lightly. Her eyes were calling me an idiot, and I couldn’t blame them.
She crooked her finger at me and said, “Come here.” When I arrived, I got down on the boardwalk and she kissed me for several seconds.
As she released me, a thought occurred to me. “You know, now that I think about it, I need sunscreen, too.” I was so used to swimming at the gym that I’d forgotten about it.
Ashley smiled and yelled, “Kim! Dean needs sunscreen!”
An instant later from her lounge, “Well, get over here, then.” I started to object, but Kim wouldn’t hear it. “Don’t even think about it. Dry yourself off and lie down.” I grabbed my towel, drying myself as I approached her, and lay on my stomach. moving my hair out of the way. “Your hair is too long,” she chided.
“Oi,” I started, but was immediately silenced by her hands and cold lotion on my back; she hadn’t bothered to warm it. She was quick without being vigorous as she coated my back and outward with the protective lotion. She mirrored my own application to her skin, taking care to reach everywhere.
“Flip,” she said dryly, and I did, springing my erection into view, startling her. “Well, hello,” she said to it as I closed my eyes. She started on my chest out to my arms and down to my waistline before telling me to lift my right leg, and I could hear her shift around me. She covered first that leg and then the left before lifting them both, straddling the lounge as close to me as she could get, then lowering my thighs to rest on her own.
My heart was racing as she massaged lotion onto my pelvis and down into my inner thighs. She worked from the outside of the untouched area and moved inward. I kept my pubic hair closely trimmed, so her fingers moved freely about me. She reached my sack, and I gasped as she slathered far more lotion than was necessary onto it, leaving only my shaft uncovered.
I waited for her hands, but they didn’t come. Finally I heard her say, “May I?”
I was about to speak when I heard Ashley say, “Go right ahead.” Suddenly Kim’s hands were upon me, carrying copious amounts of lotion with them. I gasped and jumped, but her hands on my member kept me in place. She started working me, and she wasn’t gentle about at all. Her intention became clear: she was simply trying to milk me as quickly as possible. I opened my eyes to see her focused intently on what she was doing.
I think she sensed me looking at her, because she smiled and said, “I’m just getting you ready for later.” Understanding this, I lowered my head back down and closed my eyes, waiting for her to pull my seed from me. Her hands slid up and down on my cock furiously and relentlessly. She started coaching me, almost impatiently, “Come on… Come on… Give it up… Let me have it… Come on…”
I started getting close, and I raised my head to look at her again. She looked me in the eyes and commanded, “Give it to me now, Dean.” And I did. She pulled ropes and ropes of cum from me. I watched as my first, large torrent landed on her arm, and she adjusted her motions to try to contain further spillage. She kept pulling, and I kept cumming. She was emptying me, and I had to close my eyes again to the intensity of the extraction.
She didn’t immediately stop once I’d finished gushing, continuing for several seconds, and slowing gradually until she released me with one good squeeze. She reached for her towel, used it to wipe my spunk from her arm, and wrung her hands in it repeatedly before lazily tossing the cloth on my shrinking dick and backing off the lounge. I heard her say, “I kinda like your boy. He follows directions.”
Ashley laughed heartily and exclaimed, “I know,” and continued laughing. I haphazardly cleaned myself off while keeping my eyes closed, enjoying the slowly retreating fire in my loins. The sun warmed the length of my body, and I tried to remember the last time I’d lain naked beneath it. Barring the inherent possibility of incarceration, today was turning out to be an alright day.
The threat of arrest just didn’t want to leave me. It kept tugging on the back of my mind, like a little boy tugging on his mother’s arm, desperate for her attention. I was doing an alright job of ignoring it, but it was still there. Two victim’s now. I’m now a serial pedophile. The faint smile that had rested on my lips disappeared altogether, but I remained in the lounge, determined to relax.
I heard Kim dive into the pool, then lost track of time. I was returned poolside by Ashley yelling at me. “Dean, turn over, you’re done on that side!” I raised my head and opened one eye at her to find her smiling at me. Her short black hair was clinging to her head, water dripping down her, her freckles peeking at me, uncovered by makeup. God, she was amazing. I turned over, and forgot time again.
In spite of its description as “Fiction,” this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales.
XIV. “Dean? How are you doing, Baby?” Ashley’s voice and a hand on my back.
Without actually thinking about it in my half-asleep malaise, “Good. How are you?” A kiss on my ear and I smiled. A sharp smack on my ass stung me into alertness as I jerked, turning to see Kim smirking at me.
“Good morning, pretty boy.” Pretty? I couldn’t recall ever having been addressed as “Pretty Boy” before.
I looked up at her as I finished turning onto my back. “Anyone ever tell you that you have the bedside manner of a porcupine?”
She put a hand on her hip and posed herself a diva. “I try.”
I looked back at Ashley to find her admiring me. My heart stopped again in her beauty, and I reached up my hand to stroke her water-streamlined hair, now slicked back against her head. She smiled bigger, and sighed, as Kim picked up my own dampened towel in lieu of her own cum-stained one, and dried herself as she walked into the house.
“We’re hungry,” she began. “We’re thinking pizza. Whaddaya think?”
I hadn’t had pizza in a while. “Sure.” Then I remembered where we were. “Do they deliver here?” I was unfamiliar with the dynamics of a gated home.
She smiled at my inexperience. “No. We’re too far out. We’ll have to go get it.”
Having delivered pizzas myself a few years before, I suspected that it also had something to do with the fact that people with money don’t tip. A guy in a trailer park will slip you a fiver, but people in houses like this one want exact change, and I despised them for it. Then I remembered that some money couple’s hot young daughter had just jerked me off beside their pool, wiped my cum from her arm with their plush towel, behind their million-dollar home, and I found some closure.