Chapter 8

As Laura sashayed closer with her compact tanned figure ensconced in nothing but those tiny shimmering golden triangles, my pulse soared. A bottle of lotion rose towards me in a shaky hand.

“Could you, um, do my back, baby?” she flashed me that devilish grin before biting deep into the corner of her lower lip. Oh, she was trying to be cutesy. But her cheeks darkened when I ignored the bottle and gave her a lingering scan. “Hmm, damn. Haven’t worn this in front of anyone in a while.” That glittery pointed tongue raced around her mouth. “Oh, fuck. And, um, this was a bad idea, huh?”

“Oh, no.” I shook my head. “Not at all.”

With a smile, I took the shaking bottle of lotion from her. All of her was shaking as I gave her a longer inspection. But even as those pretty lips opened to speak, I turned and headed for the patio. Yeah, I had a plan.

After a quick gasp, she padded behind me. At my gesture, both her hands settled on the top of the rickety, low bamboo wall. The slender wood shuddered when I squeezed oozing white cream onto her shoulders.

“Cold?” I said, leaning close to her ear.

“Um-hmm. A little, baby,” left her in a husky whisper.

One flash of the big brown pools over her shoulder pulled a chuckle from me. Yeah, I knew how to warm her up. Soon enough, every powerful sweep of my palms pulled moans from her as she swayed in the filtered sunlight. Each tug of my sweeping fingers on the taut strings holding her top drew even louder groaning. As her head lolled from side-to-side, those wild eyes scanned the nearby residential towers.

“Naughty Laura, putting on a show,” I whispered into her ear while easing my digits under the minuscule triangle between her firm butt cheeks.

“Y-Yes. For you, Deke,” she hissed before moaning louder when my hands swept upwards along her heaving ribs.

Not that anyone could see her through the narrow wooden slats, but she had an impressive view across Georgetown. However, the flimsy screen was short enough to not hamper my sight. At the squelching of the lotion, she gulped. It hadn’t gone on her back. No, I was smearing the chilly cream over my hard cock.

“Gonna fuck my pretty little ass, Deke, aren’t you?” she murmured before gulping and lifting her hips.

“Um-hmm,” I replied while moving the glittery triangle aside. A deep lilac color, her rosebud twitched even as I raised my cock. “Ready?”

“Fuck, Deke. B-Been, um, ready since that first night.” She groaned when I pressed my swollen bulb against her tiny asshole. “Mmm, yes. Like I said. All ... All of me. Take ... Oh, mmm. Fuck, your heartbeat ... It’s, uh, battering my butthole, Deke. It’s all yours, baby.”

After falling silent other than her rapid, shallow breathing, she slid her trembling legs wider. Yeah, perhaps over-slutting was a word. Because, at that point, I’m pretty sure she was beyond even her own fantasy. With her fists squeaking atop the rattling wood and those sleek, gleaming back muscles pulsing, the world began that strange wobbling.

As my pulse became a roaring cascade thundering through my skull, I eased forward. Her firm, sunscreen-slick buns shoved backwards.

But I was a pro. And at the tightening of my fingers on her hips, she slowed. As she twisted, arching her juddering tits under those straining triangles skyward, a desperate moan erupted. It turned into a whimper when I sank a cream-coated thumb into her.

“Mmm, y-yes.” She flicked her hair out of the way to again stare over her shoulder at me. Eyes sparkling and parted-lips shaking, she watched my twisting hand. “Oh. Oh, mmm, baby. Yes, widen me for that massive cock.”

Again, there was a story behind what she’d just said. Well, not the words, but how she’d spoken. Another secret wandered beyond those glimmering brown pools. But it was an easy one. Like an addict who’d been clean for far too long.

“James didn’t like anal, did he?” I whispered as my thumb eased around in her tightness.

With every slow pull, I was working that taut band wider. In the filtered sunlight, tiny beads of sweat atop her quivering rear twinkled.

“N-No,” she murmured while pressing her butt into my hand. “Mmm, he, um, thought it was dirty.”

When even as her head was still shaking, she gulped and our eyes met, my heart thundered. Yep, that secret, I’d found it.

“That other guy, your, um, cooking partner. Matt—”

“Yes,” she hissed as I sank a second finger into her. “He ... Oh, fuck, baby, that’s so amazing. He, um, loved it ... Um, fucking my ass.”

Bam, another secret shared. While gazing at me as I opened her wider, she pursed her trembling lips. But I flashed her a grin; I’d not judge her. Oh, for a great many other things, perhaps. Just as she’d rightfully assess me. But not for that. The softening of her eyes said she understood.

With a hungry groan, she rose on her toes and thrust her rear as high as she could. Her soul-melting brown pools flicked to the towering dark mast hovering between her upthrust cheeks. We both knew that whatever Matt had been packing, once I took her ass, it would be me who owned it.

“You sure, slut?” I murmured while easing my cockhead between my spreading digits.

At her swift nod, I pulled my fingers clear with a slurp. Right before the glistening pink ring closed, my knob pushed into the vice-like tightness.

“O-Oh, Jesus.” Her entire body shuddered as I drove deeper. “Mmm, so”—she gulped—”fucking huge, baby.”

Okay, I was large, but she was beyond tight. Greased or not, my bulbous dome was stretching her narrow chute. When its fat rim popped free into her, she unleashed a low, winding scream. But as she huffed, shooting wisps of hair from her shaking lips, those stunning eyes blazed over her shoulder at me. Yeah, she wanted more.

“Gonna take you nice and slow, Laura.” As I eased back and forth, swirling my hips, she nodded.

“Y-You like ... Oh, like ... Mmm,” she murmured, then groaned as I pushed further.

“—your pretty little ass?” While chuckling, I gripped her sweat-slick waist and snaked even deeper. As she captured the next scream behind gritted teeth, her shiny, tanned body writhed. But her clenched fists stayed tight to the shaking bamboo. “Yes, Laura, I do.”

Before she could form a reply, I ran my hands up her ribs, shoved under the tiny bikini top and clasped her jiggling, firm tits. At my fingers crushing her nipples and a deeper thrust of my cock, her next scream broke free to echo across the city.

“Fuck! Take it. Yes,” she forced out before screaming again as I continued sinking into her clenching slippery tunnel.