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Express Action: The Pool Guy
College girls get bored so easily on hot afternoons. Relief is only a pair of shorts away….
I was lounging by the pool after school killing time, still in my uniform, full on lazy, typical winding down senior college girl, checking Facebook on my phone, responding to girly tweets, posting a snap of myself adding to my nice leg tan. I really should have changed into my bikini or got topless for a more even look. Mmm it was a long summer afternoon, maybe later. It had been a while since I’d taken a selfie of my tits.
I saw the pool guy arrive. Well not our usual old dude, a younger guy, he had the company top. Well young as in his early twenties I’d say. And fit and obviously active.
Yeah, I was semi bored because I wasn’t getting any instant girlfriend feedback on my great legs. I watched the pool guy instead, perving on his cute tight buns in his short, shorts. He was skim raking a few nuisance leaves from the pool.
He caught me checking him out. I tried to pretend I was mobile phone engaged but my girlfriends weren’t responding. Where were their bitch tweets and selfies when you needed them?
Shit, Shit, he was coming straight at me. Oh, yeah, the filter system was behind me, I realised. Then disappointment; because I thought, he wasn’t angling to flirt with me.
Then triple shit; as in, out loud, “Shit, Shit, Shit” as my hot friend Jodie snapped back a shot of herself topless by her backyard pool. I was caught out in a skanky bored shitless girly sexual brinkmanship competition. Of course the pool guy saw it before I could close it. God her nipples were pink and hot.
“Wooh” he got out as he leaned naturally male in, then added, “Hot”, then only one step back and the cocky bastard with poise stated, “But not as hot as you.”
I was flustered. I was a dither of limbs, not knowing what to cross or where to look. My eyes focussed where a girl eyes go too easily, when a boner is stirring. The boner also kept my legs from crossing.
Talk about a mental pacifier and an instant end to boredom. His shorts were so close to my face. It was my call. I did what I needed to do, tugged his shorts and briefs down and exposed his big cock.
If you had asked me what I would be doing now, five minutes ago, I would have blank stared you and wondered myself. Now I had cock and boy was I busy and occupied. I was sucking his big stiffy with his engorged knob. My hand was clenched on his shaft. My lips were shaped around his happy head. He was yanking back on my ponytail to push deeper, in and out of my gob. His pecker, so saliva drenched, made for amazing stiff, flexi smooth cock skin in me.
Suddenly, he had me spread on the sun- lounge. My legs splayed across it. My plaid skirt flipped up and my thin panties eased down over my ankles. If I thought I was getting a leisurely pussy loitering experience to match his sensuous downward series of calf kisses as my undies went off, I was fully mistaken. He was licking my shaved pussy rapidly with a purpose. Get me excited fast. He succeeded.
“Orrh, Arragh, Mmm, Oh Mmm… Ohh… Urrgh …Fuck… Oh Fuck….Yes…Ah…Ah”
All from me and luckily no one else was home, because I was very noisy.
The fucker had teased my clitty and pussy lips to the cusp of an orgasm and then pushed my legs, really wide and back, not quite to my ears, but hey I’m young and flexi and stabbed into me with the most amazing of deep repeated thrusts.
“Oh fuck, Oh my fuckin God…Oh…Orrgh…Ah…Ah…harder…Ah, Ah, Ah…Oh”
Yes I was frickin enjoying a great root that had come from ‘out of the blue’ and got fantastically better.
He urged me to get above him, slipping off my skirt, and there I was half naked like the pool guy, still with my bra and blouse on, but nothing below the waist and he had on his company t-shirt and nothing else. And I was perched above him. My feet resting on his thighs and I was cock speared in all my youthful sexual glory. My toes were curling, pressing into his skin; the balls of my feet were rocking into his thighs for traction, his hands were on my hips and I was bouncing up and down off his cock and he was guiding my body down and up as well.
I was in absa-fucking-lutely girly filled pussy enjoyment. Caught in my rise, caught in my fall; the rise, the fall. The action had a life of its own. Controlled but not controlled. My pussy plunge; then my pussy ascension, each time dragging his stiffy up and down with me and luxuriating in the length of his rod. Then occasionally his pecker knob only was held in me, shaped by me; up, up, to his cock ridge, but never losing it. Then down, spiralling down, plunging down to his balls. I was fixated on my enjoyment.
Pleasure registers, pleasure dominates, then pleasure seeking becomes unbounded, yet body to body binding, the process encapsulates the mind. My psyche was filled with sex, only sex, and the sexual conjoined moment.
Small surges of satisfaction started in my pussy and my pressing clit became a throb, a surge of localized pleasure held momentarily, delectably, deliciously in the tip of my clitty. Then it was a compelling wayward explosion of delight. Through my entire clit, deep in my pussy, heaving up through my chest and swirling through my mind and sinking back through the pit of my stomach and embedding itself in my womb.
The prick knew he had super pleased me and of course the bastard super pleasured himself by creaming my pussy. But I enjoyed it. My body filled physically with cum and my mind filled emotionally too. I was on top of the world.
The pool guy got back to work. His own pipe drained but he had the filter pipes to check.
And I went inside to clean up, as in a good douche, but not before I took the dirtiest selfie possible.
Top this you bitch Jodie, I thought, as I sent it.
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