I just grinned exasperatedly, and tugged at my shorts, hoping against hope to make my erection at least a little less visible than it seemed, even under my loose shorts and long tee. Wendy watched my struggle with amused hunger, then bounced over (literally bounced) to the sink to wash her hands.
Moments later, the last group of worms showed up. They were all Seniors, mostly guys, and a few were from my cabin. That was good. I’d have to concentrate to keep them in line at the end of the day, the effort of which would keep my own reactions under control. Wendy had other ideas, however, and turned up her flirting and flouncing to eleven. That was hard enough on me, so to speak, but her charms were more of a shotgun than a sniper rifle, and the young dudes were getting riled too.
They knew better than to get frisky or anything, of course, but they just got rambunctious instead. The hut was a total mess at four-thirty when Wendy and I shooed the worms off to change for Swim Time. Wendy turned after seeing the back of the last of them and grinned. I just sighed and grabbed a mop.
Wendy just gaped at me, apparently outraged that I hadn’t made an immediate grab for her. “You know how hard this will be to clean if we wait for the morning,” I grumbled.
She continued to stare at me as I started in on the floor, then sighed. “Fuck you for being right,” she grumped.
“Please?” I said in a childlike voice.
She laughed again, grabbed a scraper and towels, and got to work on the worst of the clay-coated areas around the wheels.
We had to use up twenty-five precious minutes of our window of opportunity cleaning up the extraordinary mess. Twenty-five minutes that I could have spent getting Wendy out of her clothes and molesting her body. Suffice to say, several young men had made my shit list.
But we both were motivated to work quickly and I finished my stuff just before Wendy did hers. She was bending over a table, scrubbing up the containers built into the center.
I smiled. I snuck up behind her and surprised her by running my hands up the round, generous curves of her ass. She jumped but didn’t turn immediately, which suited me just fine. My hands reached the top of her ass and I sent them up her back, following them as they went. As they traced over the texture of her bra strap I slid them down her sides and under her to finally grasp those incredibly curvaceous tits. Simultaneously, I pressed my groin against her ass, so that she could feel my cock hardening swiftly once again against her.
Wendy just kept scrubbing, which made her breasts jiggle in my hands and her ass rub against my dick. I leaned forward on top of her and nuzzled the back of her neck. Wendy just growled and tossed her rag aside, making no move to get out from under me.
“We have already wasted so much time,” she groaned.
“Unfortunately,” I replied softly, letting my fingers squeeze her tits harder.
We stayed like that for a spell, my hands filling themselves with her still-clad mounds and her ass rubbing itself against my groin.
Then Wendy straightened up and turned around to kiss me again, just as hungrily as before, but this time we had the time to do it right. Her tongue lashed out to caress my teeth, its tip even bending up to trace the back of them. I, in turn, could restrain myself no longer, and tugged up on her t-shirt, pulling it up over her fantastic boobs. I grabbed them again, but was still unsatisfied with the necessarily substantial bra that still covered her flesh. I didn’t bother tugging her shirt completely off, but just reached behind her and worked at the clasps. As I said, the bra need to be substantial to support her superstructure and it had three hooks in back. The first two came loose like a piece of cake, but the third was a right pain in the ass until I could loosen it.
Wendy sighed through our locked lips as the strap came loose and I slid my hands around between us, under the now loose cups, and clasped the softness of her bare flesh. Her boobs were amazingly firm for their size, and while they overflowed my hands, they didn’t spill over. She grunted into my mouth as my fingertips sought her nipples and gently squeezed them.
That was it, I had to see these beauties. Wendy had her hands clasped behind my head and I had to actually struggle to break free. When I did, I grinned hungrily at her and looked down. I lifted the beige fabric of her brassiere and beheld the objects of my obsession for the last week and a half. And just stared, practically dumbstruck.
“Will they do?” Wendy asked drily as I just stared.
“I didn’t think it possible they could except my expectations,” I breathed softly. Their milky white expanse was unblemished, and their substantial curves were buoyant enough to leave only the slightest crease at their bottoms. Her nipples were round, erect, and dark, but petite, matching the tight, almost tiny circles of her aureoles.
Wendy laughed at my words and broke the spell. I clapped my hands again on her softness and squeezed once more, watching fascinatedly as my fingers sank into her flesh deeply.
Wendy leaned forward and stole a quick kiss, then said, “Listen, we have lost so much time already. Let’s save the foreplay for Friday. Right now, I just want to get laid.”
More welcome words were never heard. Equally welcome was how she grabbed the front of my shorts and tugged them out and down. My underwear-less cock bounced up in greeting as she pulled my shorts down. Wendy stroked it gently with a finger and grinned, “No underwear. You were really eager to get going today!” She stroked my cock again, with more firmness this time. “I like a motivated man. Yes, I think this will fit quite nicely…”
That was enough to motivate me to pay (marginally less) attention to her breasts. I reached out and tugged down on her tight-fitting shorts and they reluctantly pulled free of her curvy hips. Another tug and they dropped to her ankles, leaving me to appreciate the lovely v-shaped chevron of her panties. They were a conservative beige, like her bra, and covered a hell of a lot more than a thong would have, but they were still like a beautiful arrow pointing to paradise.
They had to go. And so they did.
Wendy hopped up to perch on the edge of a work table and pulled me toward her. Her smooth thighs rubbed against my own hips and the length of my cock pressed against her crotch. I grabbed her head and kissed her deeply. Her nipples rubbed against my chest and she reached down between us to grasp my cock fully. She firmly, almost roughly, maneuvered my tip against her labia and rubbed it up and down against her clean-shaven, swollen, and moist outer swells.
I just softly moaned and pressed myself into her. Wendy let out a small cry in response as my cock sank slowly, marvelously into the depths of her vag. She was indeed so damp I realized that she had been dying to get to this all day, just as I had. So slippery was she that even though tight as a drum, I drove into her almost without effort. I had to stop myself before I was fully in. I paused, withdrew just enough to draw a sigh from Wendy, then buried myself to the hilt in her.