I held my breath at this display, mesmerised by the clinging material slowly sliding over her hips, revealing her smooth, plush buttocks, with the shadowed cleft between those beautiful globes appearing inch by inch. My cock was straining painfully; she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I was transfixed as the thing I’d fantasised so many times about seeing her do for me played out right in front of me.
When she’d pushed her sweats down to mid-thigh, she slipped a hand under herself, and I watched silently, except for the pulse thundering in my ears, as she stroked her labia, running a finger in the crease between them, then slipping one finger inside herself, to the sound of her breath catching in her throat.
That was too much for me, and suddenly I was on the floor behind her, my hands on her hips as I pulled her to her knees. My eager tongue lapped at her rapidly swelling labia even as I caressed her little pussy and breathed in the scent of her arousal.
Nimmie groaned softly and sighed as my tongue burrowed deep into her, first licking her taut little rosebud, then lapping and pushing into and between those flushed, rose-pink lips guarding her entrance.
When I rubbed my thumb gently but insistently against the hood of her stiff clitoris, she stiffened and gasped, her breath hitching and stuttering as I pushed her close, and when I shoved my tongue-tip firmly into her tight little anus she groaned and quivered, and would have collapsed had I not been holding her against me. A fine spray of her tangy sweetness enveloped me in her delicious scent as she climaxed, her body trembling and shuddering as I held her to me.
While I held her, I covered her smooth back in kisses, wondering once again at the warm, silky smoothness of her skin against my lips, grinning at the sound of her soft giggle.
“I knew you’d find me eventually, sweetie. I know how you used to watch me like this at home; was it how you thought it would be?”
I slipped my hands under her to cup her soft breasts and gently tease her stiff nipples.
“Much better than I ever thought, Puss-Cake!” I whispered, and listened to her gasp as I slid my iron-hard cock into her pussy, trying not to overload on the sensation of her warm velvety succulence clasping me tightly as I buried myself in her. Nimmie pushed back against me as I pumped into her, my eyes fixed on her perfect peach-buttocks as they flattened against my midriff every time I pushed into her.
The world narrowed down to the feel of her soft cheeks bouncing against me, her little mewling cries as I gently pinched and squeezed her nipples, and the muscular contractions of her tight pussy as she repeatedly squeezed and milked me every time I thrust into her, living out a fantasy I’d cherished for so very long now; it was still hard for me to comprehend how this had happened, but here we were, although a part of me was waiting to wake up and find it was all another impossible dream even as I rammed myself into her as hard as I could, taking every inch of pleasure she had to give me.
All too soon I could feel myself bubbling inside, that gathering sensation that was the prelude to climax building inside me. Nimmie seemed to sense this; her gasps and cries grew louder as she pushed back harder and harder with every thrust into her, her tight pussy rippling continuously as she squeezed and caressed me with her velvet softness, until:
“Oh God, Roly, harder, harder, yess, yess!” she moaned, and that tipped me over the edge, my body tensing in that strange, painless, agonising pleasure as bolt after bolt of spunk pulsed out of me and deep into her.
Nimmie stiffened, her breath hissing through clenched teeth as she came with me, her pussy clamping tightly around me, milking me rhythmically even as I shot my wad again and again, filling her with my seed.
Nim finally collapsed to the carpet, gasping for breath, while I collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside her, my hands still cupping her delicious breasts. I dimly realised I couldn’t lie on top of her like this, I’d crush her, so slid myself from her, and with almost the last of my strength, rolled onto the carpet next to her, my breathing as laboured as hers as we both fought for breath.
When I stopped seeing stars, I saw Nim, her face turned to me as she lay on her tummy, her beautiful eyes dancing with amusement.
“Hello Roly!” she whispered, her sweet lips curved in a pretty smile. Without thinking I stretched out my hand to caress her face and tweak her cute little nose, making her smile wider.
“You knew all along, did you? Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked, not really expecting an answer, just content to see her beautiful face lit up by her sweet smile.
“If I had, what then?” she retorted, “If I’d called you on it, would you be here today?”
I had to admit she had a point; if she had made something of it, it would have been the end of us, and I for certain wouldn’t be here now, naked, with her like this. Nim grinned at me, obviously reading my mind at this point, and reached out to lightly swirl her finger through the hairs on my chest.
“Take me back to bed, Ro. I’m tired now, and I want to sleep next to you again.”
When she asked so nicely, how could I refuse?
Part 10: Naomi
A soft, gently insistent chiming finally drew me awake from dreams of Rowan and his soft hands and insistent lips, to find that part of my dream, at least, wasn’t just a dream; his big, warm hands were wrapped snugly around me, cradling me naked in his arms, his body warm and comforting against me as we spooned. As I stirred, I felt him coming awake, his lips brushing my hair gently as he kissed me awake.
“Morning Nim-Nim…” he yawned, before licking my earlobe and making me squirm delightedly, now completely awake; “Are you ready to meet everyone again, baby? ’cause if you’re not…”
I wriggled further into him, enjoying the feel of his warmth against my nakedness.
“We’re guests Roly, we have to show our faces sometime…” I murmured, and giggled when he lightly brushed my labia with his fingertip. He patted my tummy and I could feel him grinning even though my back was to him.
“OK, if you’re sure, let’s do this. Didn’t that girl say we should dress for the beach? I wonder what she meant…?” he mused, faking a groan when I nudged him.
“‘That Girl’ indeed! You know damned well what her name was! Your eyes and tongue were hanging out of your face at the way that half-naked, redheaded floozy was eye-fucking you, Rowan Redman, and don’t you try and deny it!”
His lips brushed my ear, and for a fleeting second I thought he was going to apologise for ogling the delectable Robyn, then suddenly a moment of prescience kicked-in, but not fast enough to avoid the wet tongue-tip he shoved in my ear as his fingers dug into my sides. I shrieked and tried to wriggle away from his tickling hands, but he seemed to have several more than me, and I was too breathless with laughter to put up much resistance.
“S-s-stop it, stop it Roly, no, no please…!” I begged, while his tickling, pinching fingers were everywhere.
“Apologise!” he demanded, “Go on, say sorry and I’ll stop!”
“So-so-so-sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry you were ogling Robyn’s tits!” I choked out, and collapsed in helpless laughter as he launched another assault, until finally I rolled on top of him and grabbed his balls, giving them a warning squeeze.
“Tickle me anymore and you’ll be riding side-saddle the rest of your life!” I threatened, while trying not to let the fact that, just woken as he was, with his hair sticking up in all directions, he was still just about the sweetest, most beautiful man, ever, distract me from carrying out my threat.
His hands slid from around my waist to cup and squeeze my bottom, making me gasp pleasurably when he kneaded my cheeks and pulled them apart.
“Did I ever tell you, Nim, you’ve got the world’s best bottom?” he murmured, pulling me close to him as he dotted my face with quick little kisses. That made me smile happily, so I forgave him for tickling me so unmercifully and slid regretfully off him, not without tweaking his balls, though; after all, I was due a little revenge…
“Come on, Ro, we have less than thirty minutes, the chimes have already gone; let me shower first so I can dry my hair while you’re in there, then let’s go and see why we have to dress for the beach!”
*
When Roly came out of the shower and saw how I was dressed, he grinned and wolf whistled, which was what I was hoping for; I was wearing a dazzlingly white, brief little tennis dress, slightly too-small white panties, and white deck shoes, and I’d laid out a new white tennis shirt, shoes, and matching shorts for him, the new clothes I’d bought him to replace those horrible grungy things he normally slummed around in.
He kind of grinned at me, and I gave him the ‘so what?’ eyebrow, daring him to say something; I wanted us to make a good impression after the way everyone had last seen us, and if we matched then so much the better.
I have to say, though; freshly washed and shaved, in crisp Slazenger tennis whites and classic Dunlop tennis shoes, his hair once more tamed and slicked back from his face, he looked like a top seed about to walk onto Centre-Court at Wimbledon: fit, athletic, and very handsome.