~~~ Sunday ~~~
Mom & I stopped to pick up Kasey for church and the van was still parked at Mrs. Jordan’s.
While she was coming out to the car, I dodged across the street and smeared toothpaste into the little divots that I was sure were peep-holes for cameras.
At lunch, Kasey said she wanted to go swimming. I ran to my room to change into my trunks and grab a cinch-sack.
On the way out, on the edge of my dresser, I spied the old-fashioned valve-stem cap that dad had left me – after mom had told him the story about Grandma Williams’ car. It was metal – instead of plastic – and the top had a little tool that would let you remove the check-valve from a valve-stem.
We climbed into my car – my beautiful bride snuggled up against me – and drove to Mulberry Street.
The van was still there.
While Casey was changing, I walked across the street and removed the check-valves from all four of the tires.
When she came out – a few minutes later – she laughed when she looked over and saw the van sitting on four flat tires. I showed her the valves.
“Should you take them?” she asked. “If you put them back then they can’t yell at you for stealing.”
“Unless he’s got a camera I haven’t seen, he’ll have no proof that it was me – and I don’t want him to be able to just put some air in the tires and pull away – he’ll either have to go get new check-valves – or he’ll have to change the tires – in order to leave.”
She kissed me and said, “Good. I love you, Mr. Devious.”
“… and I love you Kasey Mitchell.”
“Kasey Nicole Mitchell …” she said, trying it out.
I darted forward to give her a peck on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me and turned the peck into a kiss that was bordering on foreplay.
It wasn’t until I stepped back that I noticed what she was wearing – a gauzy, black beach cover-up that went down to her knees – but did nothing to hide my girl’s tiny swimsuit or her gorgeous, toned body. Beneath the thin, see-through material was a hottest banana-yellow bikini I’d ever seen.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
Kasey giggled and headed for the driver’s door.
I opened it and she slid under the wheel – but not far. I damned-near had to sit on her lap to get in.
She curled in around me.
“Drive to the school,” she instructed.
“The school?”
“I’ve got mom’s keys,” she giggled, jingling the keyring.
“Okay …” I said, giving her a wicked look.
“No touching. I want to get some laps in. Cheer camp starts tomorrow and I’m a little out of shape.”
“Your shape is fine.”
“You’re biased. I’ve been eating too much and laying around the house for weeks.”
“I can design a personalize workout plan for you, if you’d like,” I offered.
“Right,” she giggled. “We’ll see about that a week from now. For the time being, I’m doing some water aerobics and swimming some laps.”
“I’ve got a lap for you …” I teased.
She bit my jaw and growled – but she groped my semi-rigid cock – so I’m calling it a win.
“If you behave yourself, I’ll give you a treat,” my sexy seat-mate promised.
We parked closest to the pool and used Mrs. Williams’ keys to get inside.
The lights were off but the midday sun lit everything well enough that you really couldn’t tell.
Kasey started with some stretching and stuff. I just kind of swam around and dogpaddled. It was a little boring – having nobody else there.
She felt sorry for me, I guess, and swam over to wrap herself around me for kissing and cuddles.
My cock was rock hard. I wanted to touch her so badly but her look – when she talked about my reward – was super enticing – so I behaved myself – just hugging her gently and returning her lusty kisses.
She went to swim laps and I joined her. She lasted lots longer than me. After a couple laps, I was noticeably slower. Once she had passed me a couple times on one lap, I gave up and went back to just messing around and relaxing.
The water was a little cool – but it felt good – and the intoxicatingly stiff protrusions in Kasey’s bright yellow bikini top were worth a little chill.
She swam up behind me, without me hearing her, and hugged me – reaching around to grasp my cock.
“Why is this hard? Have you been thinking naughty thoughts, Mr. Mitchell?”
“When you’re around, it’s hard not to think naughty thoughts. My God! You’re hot – and those nipples are killing me – I want to nibble on them.”
She giggled, gave my cockhead a squeeze, and swam away once more.
I’m not sure how long we were there – but my fingers were getting wrinkly – and the sunlight – streaming through the windows – had shifted & moved.
She called out that she was finished and I headed for the ladder. I let her climb out first – not because I’m a gentleman – but because I’m a horny dog – and she has an amazing ass. She looked down at me – first my eyes – and then my own stiff protrusion.
From the pool, she took me by the hand and walked me into the girls’ locker room. I’m sorry to say that this was my first time in here. It smelled much better than the boys’.
“Naked. Lie on the bench.”
I hurried to obey. I nearly tumbled to the floor, trying to get out of my trunks.
She sat down, removed her top, leaned against the wall, and ran a fingertip down the shallow camel-toe in her bikini bottoms, closing her eyes and enjoying the stimulation.
“Scoot down here and I’ll give you a foot-job.”
I have to admit that I’ve never been a foot guy – but a naked part of my fiancee’s body was going to be touching my naked body – and that was worth the risk.
She used one foot to rub along the bottom of my cock – trapped against my stomach – as she slowly fingered herself – watching my cock – and my face – to see what affect she was having.