Chapter 76

I stopped by my place to pick up a bathing suit on the way to Kate’s house. It’s close to a hundred degrees outside, and a dip in a pool sounded great. I kept thinking about Cindy and Digger as I drove along. Digger was right in a way. He is responsible for holding her back. He does need extra care, and Cindy’s life is not going to change as long as their situation stays the same. She’s a sweet girl, and she’s missing an important part of her life. I want to do something for them, but I don’t know what.

Kate’s front door was ajar when I got there. I knocked a few times but no one answered, so I pushed it open and went inside. I could hear music coming from the back, so I followed it, and someone was sitting in a lounge chair with their back to me when I got to the pool area.

I called out, “Hello,” and the person turned her head toward me. It was Sylvia, and she stood up and came toward me when she saw that it was me. She had a big smile on her face, and she wasn’t wearing anything else.

Sylvia has always had a profound effect on me. Naked or not, something about her always turns me on, but especially naked, and I could feel myself getting hard.

She gave me a quick kiss, and said, “Jump in and cool off. I’ll make us some iced tea.” She started to turn away, but I grabbed her and pulled her to me. It was no quick kiss this time. It was a long, sensuous kiss with a lot of tongue. Holding her naked body was a real turn on, and I felt her tremble when I cupped my hands around the cheeks of her butt and pulled her tightly against me. I was really getting excited, and she seemed to be even farther along than I was. She grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head when the kiss ended and I started to pull away. She stared at me for a few seconds, then she said, “Jesus, you’re getting huge, Pete. What have you been doing?”

“I’ve been, uhh, working out.”

She raised and eyebrow, leaned close and whispered, “Did anything else get bigger?” and she began unzipping my pants.

I don’t remember tearing off the rest of my clothes. We were on the grass next to the pool making love the next thing I knew.

Being inside her was fantastic. Everything was so sensitive that I had to hold back or it would have almost immediately been over. It must have been the same for her, because I don’t think that we were at it for five minutes when her body stiffened and she cried out. That’s all it took and I flooded her insides. I was still in the final throes when I realized that I hadn’t used a condom, and I made a half-hearted attempt to roll off her, but she had her legs around me and refused to let me move. I grunted, “I’m not wearing protection,” when I finally got my breath.

She said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” in a trembling voice. “Don’t move for God’s sake, stay inside me.”

We lay there for a minute clutching each other. She’d been in the pool, and I could smell chorine, but there was a hint something I remembered because we’d been making love. It was Sylvia’s unique and tremendously sexy odor. Unlike any other girl I have ever been with, that odor was something that I remembered and missed.

We lay there for a while, but my cock was still hard, and she groaned, clutched me tightly to her, and in a little-girl voice murmured, “Oh God, I’ve missed you,” when I began to move again.

The intensity in her voice startled me a little, and I began to think of where we were. I pried myself off her as gently as I could, and asked, “Are Kate and Ben here?” She got up and as she was brushing grass off her, she answered, “They took the baby and drove to Santa Barbara. They’re going to have dinner there, and they’ll be back around midnight.”

Nearly four hours with her sounded great, but I was dripping with perspiration, so I jumped into the pool. Sylvia disappeared into the house, and she came out with a pitcher of ice tea and some glasses a few minutes later. I swam to the edge of the pool and watched her as she went to a table, filled two glasses, and set the pitcher down.

Sylvia, Kate, and Mom are all in their late thirties, and any of them could pass for their mid-twenties. Mom has had two kids and doesn’t have a wrinkle or stretch mark. Kate didn’t either before she had little Mikey, and I couldn’t see any on Sylvia. She came to the edge of the pool with a glass in each hand I looked up at her when she bent to hand me mine. Both Mom and Kate are natural blondes, and Sylvia’s hair is blonde with streaks, but her neatly trimmed pubic hair is dark brown.

She watched me staring at her, then she smiled, stood up, and moved her legs apart a little so that I could get a better look.

A large drop of semen appeared and started running down her leg just then. She must have felt it, because she looked down at it, then back at me. She reached down and wiped it on her finger, and she brought her finger to her mouth and licked it off as I watched. I tried to reach for her, but she laughed, quickly set her glass down, and dove into the pool. I stood sipping my tea, and watched as she swam the length of the pool a couple of times. She reminded me of Erin. They have the same, smooth, powerful stroke. She finally came over to me, grabbed her tea, and took a long drink before she said, “That was quite a load you put in there. Have you been saving up?”

It occurred to me, that I was turned on when I talked with Marla last night, and that she had ‘finished’, but I hadn’t, so Sylvia was right in a way. I didn’t tell her about that. I said, “It’s you. You just affect me that way. You’re really beautiful, you know,” instead.

She set the glass down, put her arms around my neck, and said, “Do you really think so?”

“Yes, I do, I’ve always thought so.”

We kissed again, and I started to get hard again the minute her naked body touched mine. She pulled back as soon as she felt it, and said, “We have to take a second and talk about things. What we just did wasn’t very smart. Have you been with a lot of girls lately?”

“No, the last girl I was with insisted that we both be tested, and we both were okay.”

“She sounds like a smart girl. The only person I’ve been with is Herb, and it’s been quite a while. I had a recently checkup, and I’m fine too.”

“Why has it been so long?”

“Herb has been in Europe for the last couple of months. I’ve been busy running things here, and I try spend what extra time I have with Al.”

“How is he?”

Not good. I had to move him to a nursing home. He doesn’t even recognize me anymore.”

“That’s a shame, is there anything I can...” She put her finger on my lips to stop me, and said, “Enough about me,” and she pulled me close and kissed me again.

Holding a naked woman against you while you’re in a swimming pool adds another dimension to things. Everything is slippery, and rubbing around on her really turns you on, at least it does me, and I soon was as hard as I was before. Sylvia dropped under water and took it in her mouth as soon she as felt it.

What a feeling! She took it all the way into her throat, and I grabbed her head and pushed without thinking. She suddenly burst out of the water, spitting and coughing. She sputtered, “Well, that confirms what I felt a few minutes ago. Even that got bigger,” when she could talk.

A little embarrassed, I grabbed her under the arms and set her on the edge of the pool, then pulled her to me and kissed her while I was still standing in the water. I said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, you just surprised me. You have quite a weapon there, young man.”

“You told me that once before. Does it please you?”

“Oh yes, my dear, it really does, but it’s really hot out here. Why don’t we go inside where it’s cool, I need to talk to you.”

“Just talk?”

She laughed out loud this time, and she shook her head as she got up. She grabbed the pitcher and our glasses after we toweled off, and I followed her into the house. She headed toward a couch, but a phone rang before she got there. She stopped and said, “It’s work, I have to take this.”

Her purse was on a table next to the door to the pool, and she reached in, took a phone out, and went to the couch. I followed her and sat beside her. The call seemed to go on forever. She was telling someone on how to read some numbers, and whoever it was didn’t understand, so she was painstakingly going over every detail.

Watching someone while they are concentrating on something can be interesting, especially when the someone is a naked woman. She was gesturing while she was talking, and seemed to be getting exasperated at person’s lack of understanding. The funny thing was that her breasts would shake around in a very sexy way every time she gestured. My hardon had never completely gone away and it was sticking straight up before long. Sylvia’s eyes got big when she saw it. She kept on talking, but she reached over and began stroking me. I stood it for as long as I could, then I got off the couch and knelt in front of her. Her eyes narrowed when I moved her legs apart, and her voice cracked a little when I bent forward and kissed her pussy. I played around there for a minute, kissing and stroking her with my fingers, then I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. She shuddered, and was silent for a second, then she continued talking. I didn’t move around. I just stayed there licking her clit and letting my warm breath wash over her pussy. She groaned and leaned back when she finished the call, so I began going at her in earnest, licking and sucking on her until her body began to shake, and as her essence went from the hint of chlorine from the pool to the rich taste of her orgasm a second later, she grabbed me and cried, “Oh, God, I need you in me NOW, Pete.”

I pulled her off the couch, threw the cushions on the floor, and scrambled on top of her. She moaned as I entered her and she began to hungrily claw at me. Although I’d been with her since we were in Mexico, this seemed different. I was suddenly transported to the time when we made love for the last time there. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was extra special that time, and this time was just as wonderful. I felt myself starting to come again within minutes. I held back as best I could, but it was all I could do to wait for her when I felt the signs of her getting ready, and I exploded inside her when she cried out and I felt the wave of her release.

I dropped on top of her, but I was only there for a few seconds, when she squeaked, “You’re too heavy, Pete,” so I rolled on my side. She sighed with relief then pushed me on my back, lay her head on my chest, and put her leg over me. I put my arms around her, hugged her tightly to me, and we lay that way for a long time.

I think that I would have dropped off to sleep, but I suddenly felt her shaking and it looked like she was crying when I looked at her.

Alarmed, I sat up and asked, “What’s the matter, Sylvia?”

She sat and looked at me with a tear-stained face and said, “It’s not fair,” then jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I tried to follow her, but she closed the door and locked it. I stood there for a while tapping on the door and called her name, but she didn’t answer, so I went back into the pool to cool off after pacing around for a bit. I swam a bunch of long, lazy laps, then I got out and lay on a lounge to air dry. I was wondering what was going on with her when she suddenly appeared, wearing a sundress and looking composed. She put her hand on my arm, and looked down at me. The look on her face was blank, but there seemed to be sadness in her eyes as she handed me a towel and said, “Dry off and come inside. I want to talk to you.”

I dried off, slipped my pants on, and went inside. She was sitting at the kitchen table. There was a glass of ice tea in front of an empty chair, but she seemed to be having a glass of wine. I sat in the chair, and asked, “Are you going to tell me what’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Forget about that for now. I want to talk to you about something else. Do you remember the time when you and your girlfriend met us in the restaurant?”

“Sure, it was at the Four Seasons Hotel, why?”

Do you remember that I said that we were in the middle of a big deal?”

“Yes, I think Herb said that somehow the Burgers and the Cohens were involved.”

“They are, and what I’m about to tell you has to remain between us. Can you do that?”

“Uhh, sure! What’s up?”

“We’re trying to buy Global Airlines.”

“What! That’s where Dad works. I didn’t know that it was for sale.”

“It isn’t. It’s a hostile takeover.”

“What does that mean?”

“A hostile takeover is when someone attempts to acquire a company against the wishes of the management, shareholders, and Board of Directors of that company.”

“Why do you want to do that?

“Money, Pete, big money. Business was good a while back, and Global ordered a bunch of new planes, way more than they should have. Business has slacked off since then, plus there are some big union problems and a strike is pending. The planes are about to be delivered, but Global is out of cash, and the aircraft builders are worried about extending their credit. Global has applied to the government for help, but these things take time. We can force a sale and pick the company up for a song if we act now.”

“But won’t you just inherit the same problems?”

“No, the union problems are a result of some hardheads on both sides. The union is actually right on this one. Wages and benefits are the lowest in the industry, but they also know that the company might fold if they hang tight with their demands, so all it would take is a reasonable sit down between Global and them, and it could be worked out, but Global management is running scared. They’ve dug their heels in, and they refuse to negotiate.”