Pool house

Legs left this morning for a week-long business trip. I'm not terribly happy about this, because I didn't get to do her before she left.

Let me rewind a bit. Since my last post, "Limp," things generally picked up for me in the bedroom. I didn't have a repeat of the deflation in May, and in June my libido surged back, relatively speaking. Not to the level it was before I started taking bupropion, but spontaneous erections started appearing again. And Legs, happily, didn't let many of them go to waste. But once July rolled around, I dropped off a cliff. No desire, no erections, and Legs resorted to ambushing me several times to keep her pussy happy. Which brings us to a couple nights ago. Out of the blue, I wanted her. This was happy news for me, because I'd been close to six weeks since I'd had any stirrings. Unfortunately, Legs was coming off a several back-to-back hard days of work, and was exhausted. She was out before I could even get in a quickie. The next night the reverse happened--long business road trip for me, and exhaustion when I got home. I could've gotten going with a little encouragement from her, but she knew I was wiped out and let me crash. So now I have a week of waiting for her to return to me before we exchange bodily fluids once again.

Lest this occasional and intermittent blog only consist of woe and despair, let me share with you Legs' ambush from last week. We were both floating in the pool, her on a inflatable chair with a spill proof cup of pinot grigio, wearing a turquoise one-piece that showed off her legs. I was just back floating, relaxing, a glass of rum and Coke nearby. We're chatting idly about this and that, when she unexpectedly slides her legs up against mine. "Wanna go to the pool house?" she asks casually. Understand this about Legs--that wasn't a casual request. What she really said was "I'm going to fuck you now, and you don't get any say in the matter."

I followed her into the pool house, and locked the door behind me. There's a wide-open window where passers-by could look in and see everything, but Legs ignores it. Doesn't bother to pull the shade. She turns to face me, deliberately peeling down the turquoise one-piece to free her lovely, full, D-cup breasts. Believe it or not, they were perky C-cups when we first started seeing each other, but they've grown over the years. I don't know if this is common among women or a fluke of nature, but I'm not complaining. She slips the suit off her hips, revealing her tightly trimmed pubic wedge. I'm halfway hard before I'm out of my wet trunks. Still dripping, she flips the pillows off the bed then pushes me back. She straddles me a moment later, wrapping her fingers around my cock and stroking me until she decides I'm hard enough. Then she slips the head of my cock between her pussy lips and forces herself down on me.

The thing about fucking in pools is, that while erotic and sexy, it's not entirely comfortable. Or practical. It washes all the pussy juice away, so that there's intermittent lubrication at best. Now, Legs was still pool-wet, but not pussy-wet. Her labia wrapped around my cock, unyielding. Normally, we'd back off then, and I'd finger her or eat her until she was nice and wet and friction no longer a problem. Not this time. Legs ground herself onto me, thrusting her hips in hard, continuous, forceful jerks. I have to be honest--it hurt. I can only imagine how uncomfortable it was for her. But I knew what she was doing, and so did she. Each thrust took me incrementally deeper into her until suddenly Legs' pussy opened up and swallowed all of my cock in one go. She lifted up, and my dripping cock slathered her pussy lips in slipper slippery juice. Legs didn't let up. She thrust hard and fast onto me, her breathing growing ragged. I took her left breast in my mouth, licking and sucking the nipple as hardened. I grabbed her right ass cheek, digging my fingers in and adding my force to her thrusts. She gasped and shuddered, and her pussy tightened around my cock. She slowed, her thrusts deep but jerky, milking every ounce of pleasure from her orgasm. The she rolled off of me, spreading her legs.

I hooked my arms under her knees and around her thighs, pulling Legs to the edge of the bed. Holding her there, I slid my cock into her pussy. Thrusting slowly, I held up each leg in turn, kissing her arches, ankles and calves. Looking down, I watched my cock slide in and out, in and out. Rhythmically, hypnotically. Eyes closed, arms crossed above her head, Legs lay there smiling, head turned to the side as her breasts gently rocked to and from in time with my thrusting. Words cannot express how much I love this position. I get to see all of her, fondle her legs and watch as I enter her over and over and over. I'm very visual, I could go on this way for hours. Alas, Legs can't. If I take too long, she starts to hurt. And as amazing as this position is, I'm not progressing. With some regret, I pull out.

Legs rolls onto her knees, presenting herself to me, her pussy open and inviting. I climb behind her, grasping her hips, and slide in. Good lord! She's hyper-wet, like her pussy was trying to compensate for all the juice washed away by the pool. She's so wet there's next to no friction, no sensation. I pull out, and run my hand along my cock, squeezing all the wet, wet juice off it before smearing it across her ass. I go in again. Better, but still to wet. I wipe on her ass again, which is now pretty slippery. Her pussy squeezes me as I go in again. Perfect. I grab her ankles as I thrust, leaning back to watch my cock go in and out, faster and faster. Her pussy juice is running down the inside of her thighs, down my cock and dripping from my balls. I feel the eruption building. I release her ankles and grab Legs' ass, shoving her onto me as I come in her deeply. And I keep coming--we'd gone more than a week, and I feel the come gushing out of me, burst after burst, like it's trying to equal her wetness. I give one last shudder, and Legs squeezes my cock as I pull out, milking me fore the last drops of come. Then the little, pale trickle turns into an ivory waterfall spilling out of her pussy, splashing down her thighs to make a thick pool on the already-soaked sheets. Then Legs, with a sly grin, slipped back into her one-piece, and a minute later was back in the pool, finishing the last of her pinot grigio.

(Image source: The Wolf and the Owl via Lady Cheeky.)