Lorraine then plunged into the pool. Brad floated on his back as his wife slipped closer. His erect cock poked up like a periscope and Melissa put her hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp. To her inexperienced eyes, it looked even bigger than captain John’s prick.
When Lorraine reached her husband, she giggled, and both hands folded around his upright rod. She started dragging him by the cock until they reached the pool’s edge. Brad climbed up on the rock where his wife had recently stood and leaned back on his elbows, his legs apart and dangling over the edge and in the water. His wife, still in the water, slipped between his legs. Her mouth engulfed his cock and Melissa could see her boss’ hips thrust upward to meet the warm, wet orifice.
Melissa could hear her boss groaning as his wife voraciously devoured his throbbing member. Lorraine’s mouth covered the bugling cock head as her hands slipped up and down, stroking the shaft. Melissa’s eyes widened as the woman took the prick into her mouth, deep throating as much as she could. Brad’s head was tilted back, and he groaned toward the sky as his wife expertly fellated his throbbing tool.
As another porno-worthy scene evolved in front of her, Melissa’s right hand moved up to cup her left breast. Her thumb flicked over the nipple as it poked against the cloth of her blouse. It was so erect and firm. She closed her eyes and felt a warm sensation starting to emanate from her belly.
Unaware and oblivious as to the role it would play in this scene, a six-inch long lizard picked this time to slither across Melissa’s left foot. The sudden intrusion of the harmless reptile caused her eyes to fly open and her mouth let go a high-pitched squeal.
Lorraine’s mouth popped off her husband’s prick and she stood up, pointing in the direction of the sound. Brad sat up and turned, his eyes following where his wife pointed. Melissa’s light blue blouse, it turned out, did little to blend into the green surroundings of her hiding place. She was easy to spot.
Before Melissa knew it, Brad had gracefully stood up and was walking in her direction. Her mind told her to run fast and hide, maybe forever; she was appalled she had been caught spying on her boss and his wife. Melissa’s feet, though, were cemented to where she stood.
“Melissa? That you?” Brad called out, a grin on his face. “C’mon out of there.”
Brad’s cock was still hard — it actually had grown more erect once he realized the voyeur was his pretty young receptionist. As he walked toward Melissa, her eyes stared at the rod of flesh that waggled back and forth as he approached. He walked around the bush to her hiding place and took her hand.
“Come have a swim with us,” he said in a quiet, steady voice that belied his true feelings. His heart was racing, and his breathing rate had increased as he contemplated the possibilities offered by the unexpected appearance of this nubile but naive young woman.
As Brad led Melissa back to the pool’s edge, Lorraine climbed out. Beads of water accentuated her tan skin. Her 38-D breasts were upturned at the tips, the nipples pink and hard like new pencil erasers. She stood with her hands on her hips as her husband led the young woman toward her.
“Hello, Mel-is-sa,” Lorraine said, drawing her name out to three syllables. “Were you spying on us? Such a naughty girl.”
Brad moved behind Melissa and grabbed her arms just above the elbows, pulling her arms slightly back. Her blouse stretched across her breasts, further emphasizing their shape and the hard nipples poking against the cloth.
“Hey … Mr. Masters … um, let go, please,” Melissa said, squirming in his grip. His hard, erect cock was sandwiched between them. She could feel his big erection poking against her back.
“Just relax,” he replied, whispering in her right ear. “No worries. Just go with the flow and enjoy it.”
Lorraine gazed at the fresh-faced young woman with the brown curly hair and the flashing green eyes. As she struggled in Brad’s grip, Lorraine watched Melissa’s firm, braless breasts jiggling inside her blouse.
Lorraine bent toward the pool, cupped water in her hands and then stood and splashed the cool water onto Melissa’s blouse. She continued until the blouse was wet and plastered against Melissa’s body, completely outlining her breasts as the material molded against her curves. The water had made the thin material practically see-through. Looking over Melissa’s shoulder, Brad took in the sight and felt his ball sack tighten and his cock lurch and throb. “Goddamn,” he thought, “this is gonna be good.”
“Pleasssseeee. What are you doing? Stop, please, let me go. I’m sorry I was spying on you.”
Lorraine and Brad responded as if Melissa had never spoke. Brad still had her arms tightly in his grip and her struggles merely accentuated the allure of her body.
“Here, let’s get this off you now that it’s soaked,” Lorraine purred. Her fingers undid first one button, then the next, then a third. Melissa, to keep cool, had tied her blouse at that point. Lorraine patiently undid the knot and then flipped the blouse open.
Melissa’s 34-C breasts were a perfect size and fit for her frame. There was no sag and just a hint of roundness at the bottom of each; they were nearly perfect cones topped by thimble-sized nipples. Her areolas were a light brown that complimented her pink pleasure nubs.
Lorraine let out a long breath between clenched teeth. “My word, girl, that might be the sexiest, most perfect pair breasts I’ve ever seen,” she said, cupping her own as if to give merit to her opinion. “May I?”
Without waiting for an answer, Lorraine’s hands moved from her own breasts to Melissa’s. The idea of a woman’s hands on her mounds had never crossed Melissa’s mind. The touch of the woman’s soft but firm hands was electric. Melissa found herself shivering and sighing as Lorraine confidently kneaded the firm tits, her thumbs flicking over the rock-hard nipples and making them bounce.
“Uhhghhhhaaaaaaammmmm,” Melissa moaned. Her legs were getting shaky and it seemed as though a direct line of erotic arousal was moving from her nipples to her vagina.
As Lorraine’s hands cupped and fondled Melissa’s breasts, Brad ground his hips against Melissa’s back. She could feel his thick, hard prick as it moved against her.
“The captain told us about your little encounter with him,” Lorraine said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Melissa had allowed her eyes to close while her breasts were being caressed but they popped open when she heard those words. She looked into Lorraine’s eyes, which were sparkling. Her mouth was turned up at the corners in a sly grin.