Miss Ellie Swings - Part 2

Content advisory: male/female/male with some male/male play

Ellie crawled between the cool, crisp sheets of her bed. She pulled the heavy duvet up, tucking it under her left arm as she rolled to her right side. Her eyes closed under the silky padding of her sleep mask. She hated the thing but, with Robbie having been called in on an emergency at the hospital, it was better to wear it than risk being woken up by the blazing bedroom lights when he came home.

She huffed, rolling to her back as bitter disappointment flooded through her again. They’d lined up sleepovers for the kids at friend’s houses earlier in the week and had put their names on the guest list at Stratosphere, their favorite club. Everything had been set for a night on the town, just the two of them and any possible playmates they might come across.

Robbie had just finished cinching the waist on her corset when his cell phone rang. She’d glanced over her shoulder at him, silently willing him not to answer. He’d given her an apologetic smile and reached for the BlackBerry dancing on his dresser with each vibrating ring.

And so, she lay alone instead of dancing with her husband or flirting with someone else’s. She’d removed her scarlet silk corset, black micro mini and fishnet stockings while Robbie asked the nurse on the phone for patient details and gave temporary orders for the staff to carry out until he arrived. In five brief minutes, her evening had gone from hours of expected fun to her alone.

While Robbie changed from his club attire to scrubs, Ellie had thrown a short robe over her nakedness and wandered out to the kitchen. She’d packed him a quick lunch consisting of an energy drink, two protein bars and an apple. Judging by the questions he’d fired off in rapid succession, whatever waited for him at the hospital was a doozey and he’d need food that could be eaten quickly but would pack maximum nutrition.

After kissing him goodbye, Ellie stood in the foyer, contemplating her situation. She bit her bottom lip, her fingers toying with her satiny robe belt. Maybe the night wasn’t a total wash. She could give Franco a call and see what he was doing. As quick as the idea formed, Ellie dismissed it. Who was she kidding? On a Friday night, Franco was most likely at Stratosphere as she had planned to be.

Resigned to a night alone, she’d washed her face to remove the small amount of makeup and then climbed into bed.

~*~

Voices murmuring nearby woke Eleanor up. She rolled to her back, reaching to remove the sleep mask as a weight depressed the mattress on her left side. Firm hands covered hers, pressing her wrists to the pillow, and stopped Ellie from uncovering her eyes.

“Robbie?” Her voice quavered and Eleanor bit her lip in consternation. This was her husband, not some stranger to be afraid of. And yet, when his weight shifted closer, she shivered as fear licked up her spine. The alarm hadn’t gone off, this had to be Robbie.

Ellie wrinkled her nose, the scent of sharp hospital antiseptic and Robbie’s cologne threatening to make her sneeze as they always did. What was he up to? He usually showered before coming to bed.

His breath gusted over her cheek, warm and… minty? Eleanor processed the new information. He’d brushed his teeth at some point but neglected to change out of his scrubs.

“What are you…” she began. Clearly, he was up to something. Robbie usually smelled of protein bars and grape energy drinks when he came home from an emergency.

Soft lips pressed to hers, gently insisting she open up and let him in. Ellie frowned, but complied. Whatever he was doing, her husband obviously planned on trying to make up for cutting their evening short.

The bed dipped on her right and Ellie broke the kiss. She pulled against Robbie’s firm grip, her arms twisting as she struggled for release, but he refused to let her go.

“Who’s there?” she asked. Her heart fluttered frantically as panic took root. “Robbie? What’s going on? Let me take this off. I can’t see.”

Robbie chuckled, the soft exhalations billowing across her chest. Eleanor’s eyes shifted back and forth behind the mask. The pillow case rustled beneath her head as she turned blindly toward him.

 “Relax, hun. I’ve brought Mickael as an apology. Shush, leave the mask on, and enjoy.”

He transferred the grip on her hands to the other male and Ellie waited, curious to see what the two of them would do next. Robbie’s weight left the bed and Eleanor’s panic returned. She twisted her body toward him, silently pleading for him to return.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Robbie announced through the rustle of heavy cotton. The sharp snap of the hamper lid told her he’d removed his scrubs. “Go ahead and start without me. Mick will take good care of you, babe.”

“Oui.” Soft and sexy, a chuckle caressed the shell of her right ear and Ellie turned toward it. A hint of peppery lemon and soft musk enticed her to move closer to its source. Citrus and sandalwood. Yum.

Her memory jogged and Ellie’s eyes widened, her lashes brushing the satin back of her mask. She’d heard talk about this man. Mickael, the sensual Frenchman all the women at Stratosphere went weak in the knees over when he made an appearance. If the rumors were true…

“They are,” he whispered in her ear. Ellie jerked. Oh lord, she’d spoken out loud. “Mostly. Les filles, they like to exaggerate.”

She cocked her head to the right, trying to make sense of how Robbie could have arranged this encounter when, suddenly, Ellie found her fingertips pressed to flesh. Firm and smooth, Mickael’s thick pectoral flexed under her touch. Ellie flattened her palm, her fingers brushing over the hairless surface.

Her thumb encountered the soft, raised nub of Mick’s nipple and she smiled as his breath hitched. Emboldened by his response, Ellie flicked her nail over the tip until it hardened into a sharp point.

Mickael pressed her left hand into the pillow beside her head, his momentum bending her right arm as he leaned closer. Breath held in anticipation, Ellie slid her free hand around his torso. Muscles bunched beneath her fingertips, goose bumps forming on his skin as her touch skated across the shallow dips of his ribs to the wide flare of his back.

Warm moisture slicked across her lower lip, a slow, gentle caress seeking permission to enter. Ellie gasped and, in the split second it took to pull in the small burst of air, Mick took possession of her mouth.

He invaded her senses. Warm, silky and bearing the light aftertastes of minty toothpaste and beer, his tongue caressed hers. Supple and smooth, Mick’s body pressed in, enveloping Ellie in a sensual cocoon that had her panting and scooting closer.

Ellie’s hips twisted toward Mickael, her earlier misgivings forgotten as he mastered her mouth and woke up the fire banked deep within her belly. She moaned, moisture flowing between her thighs. His tongue slid alongside hers in a slow, lingering kiss that held a promise of things to come.  

Cool air whispered over her, layering Ellie’s skin with goose flesh, and pulled a delicious shiver through her limbs. The blankets slid away, freeing her from the confines of their warm cocoon, and she sighed into Mick’s mouth. Her hips rotated, one thigh parting from the other to cradle him as he leaned in further.

He works with his hands, she mused fleetingly as he released her left hand and brushed his fingers down her ribcage. His palms, callused and rough like fine grit sandpaper, skimmed the contours of her waist and abdomen, slowly stoking the fire in her belly from the tingle of light embers to a smoldering intensity.

Back arched, Ellie offered herself up to Mickael’s touch like a tasty morsel on the proverbial plate. He abandoned her mouth, nipping along her jawline in search of other pursuits and Eleanor’s lips pouted at the loss of heat his kisses provided them. She opened her mouth to demand he continue their sensual oral dance when he licked up her throat and bit down gently. Her pulse leapt—the words on the tip of her tongue cut off by a moan and full-body shudder.

“Tu aimes?” he said.

She had no idea what he’d asked but nodded anyway. If he wanted to give more caresses like the last one, she’d agree to just about anything.

Ellie pressed herself tighter against him, her thigh wrapped around his lower back, foot slowly caressing the soft fabric of his… jeans? She pushed the thought aside. Plenty of time to puzzle over his wardrobe later. For now, she needed to focus on the heated path his mouth trailed over her collarbones toward her aching breasts and the teasing way his fingers inched up the underside of her left calf.

“Mick,” she sighed as the heat of his torso pressed into the soft dip of her abdomen. He rubbed against her, the heat of his body chasing away the chill on Ellie’s skin with each sweep of his hands and press of his lips.

Finally, the scalding bliss of his mouth closed around her left nipple. The flick of his tongue sent ecstasy blasting through her, lifting Eleanor’s back off the bed. She pinched her nails into his shoulder, her body taut as a bow against Mickael’s.

“Now that’s a sight I like to walk in on,” Robbie’s voice nudged its way through the haze of lust and Ellie smirked. The mattress dipped as he joined them, his body wash tickling her nose with its sexy aroma of vanilla and spices.

Strong, supple and free of calluses, Robbie’s neurosurgeon’s hand smoothed along her left arm, his fingers tangling with Ellie’s as he pulled her limb toward him. Cotton rasped beneath her head, her mouth seeking her husband’s while that of her lover traveled further down Eleanor’s torso.

“Robbie,” she murmured against his lips before he caught them up in a quick kiss. His tongue slid over hers in a silky, teasing swipe and then retreated. Robbie’s lips brushed the whorl of her ear, the soft flicker of his breath making the fine hairs on her scalp stand on end.

Solid warmth bumped her hand at the exact moment Mickael’s tongue dipped inside her belly button. Ellie’s fingers twitched, wrapping around something that no longer felt like Robbie’s hand. He’d released her at some point and now she gripped…

Firm, somewhat pliant and warm to the touch, a strong pulse beat beneath her fingertips. The length of Robbie’s cock jerked as Ellie stroked it once, twice and then a third time.

Distracted by the thrust of her husband’s penis against her palm, Ellie momentarily forgot about the other man in their bed. Her lips closed over the swollen glans, precum coating her tongue as he slid into her mouth.

Heat swept up the seam of her core, the flat of Mickael’s tongue licking up the steady ooze of her juices. Eleanor moaned around the thickness in her mouth, her hips jerking up insistently for more.

Mickael gave her what she wanted. The hard point of his tongue slid between her folds, seeking and finding the swollen bundle of nerves nestled inside. Her mind reeled at the expert way he worked her clit just the way she liked. Hard and fast, then slow and teasing; the perfect combination to drive her nuts and over the edge in a heartbeat.

Ellie whimpered with need, her mouth moving up and down Robbie’s cock with increasing frenzy. The way his hips pumped against her, his fingers fisted tightly in her hair—clearly he was enjoying the show.

She bucked against Mick, her body tight and slicked with the need to come. Digging her nails into Robbie’s ass cheek, Eleanor cried out her orgasm as he pulled out of her mouth and spilled thick, creamy ropes of cum on her chest.

“Incroyable,” Mick murmured as he slid up her body. He kissed her hungrily, stealing away what little breath Ellie had left.

Robbie let out a husky laugh. “I told you she was. Let’s get her cleaned up. The condoms are on the nightstand, by the way.”

“God, yes.” Ellie whispered. “Suit up. I want you inside of me, Mick. Now.”

Both men chuckled, the bed shifting as they repositioned; one reaching for a condom and the other for a cloth, she assumed.

A damp, slightly chilled cloth swept over her chest and Ellie flinched momentarily. Robbie leaned in, the bed shifting as he whispered in her ear.

“I love seeing you come like that,” he complimented. “You’re my little slut. I love it.”

She quirked up a corner of her lips at the nickname she shamelessly let him call her. He’d said it once while they’d been having sex together and Ellie had been surprised at how it turned her on.

The bed shifted on her right as Mickael rejoined them. She lay quietly as the mattress wobbled beneath her, the sound of skin shifting across the comforter alerting her to someone’s movements.

One of the men sighed, low and contented, and she realized what was going on. Mick must have lost some of his erection while Robbie cleaned her up and now her husband was helping the other man regain his former stiffness.

“Take the blindfold off, please?” she pleaded. “I want to see.”

Robbie grunted his assent and Eleanor whipped off the sleep mask. She blinked to focus her eyes against the soft haze of the bedside lamps. The sight that greeted her stole Ellie’s breath and heated her blood with desire.

Palms braced on the bed, head rocked back on his shoulders, Mick reclined in the middle of their play zone. He wore a look of pure ecstasy on his handsome face as Robbie’s dark blond head bobbed up and down in his lap.

“Baby,” she choked out breathlessly. “That’s so damn hot.”

In all of their years swinging together, she and Robbie had very rarely come across other men who were comfortable with the attentions of another man. Mickael appeared to be not only comfortable but enjoying himself immensely. His lips parted, breath hissing with each strong pull of the mouth fastened tightly on his cock. The man was beautiful. They both were.

Torn between watching to see where things went and the desire to have Mick deep inside of her, Ellie chewed on her bottom lip. Robbie began to suck a bit faster and that decided her.

Eleanor gripped her husband’s shoulder and tugged gently. “Enough, Robbie. You’ll spoil him before I ever get a chance.”

Robbie plunged down once more, and then pulled back slowly. He released Mickael’s heavy erection with a small audible pop. Turning his face to her, Robbie winked devilishly and slid back out of the way.

“Fuck her from behind, Mick,” he instructed. “She screams the loudest and comes the hardest that way.”

Mickael brought his gaze up to meet hers, the soft blue darkened by lust as he moved toward her. Ellie turned her back to him, wiggling her rear in blatant invitation. He rewarded her with a sharp smack on the ass.

“Bad girl,” he murmured against her ear as he fit himself against the back of her. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson if you keep that up, Cherie.”

Ellie smirked, reaching back to grip his hips as she executed a slow, sensual grind against the thick ridge of his erection. Mickael sucked in a surprised breath and then let it out on a slow groan. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, the fine sheen of moisture on his skin chilly against her heat.

“Bring it,” she teased.

She caught the quick, determined nod of his head as Mick bent her forward forcefully. Ellie braced herself—palms flat on the bed, rear end tucked tight against his hips. Eyes closed, lower lip caught between her teeth, she waited for him to push inside of her… and waited.

Sighing, Ellie opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Mickael reared back then, his shaft poised at her opening and thrust into her. In one solid push, he seated himself fully inside.

Eleanor cried out. Her back arched and her head rolled back on her shoulders as she rocked her hips to meet him. Stretched nearly to the point of pain, Ellie held still for a moment.

Heart racing, skin tingling with trepidation, Eleanor swallowed several strangled breaths.

“Ellie?” Robbie asked in a voice tinged with concern.

She nodded, glancing over her shoulder at both men. “I’m okay. Just a little surprised.” Turning her gaze to Mick, she smiled. “Don’t stop now. I just need a bit of working in.”

He grinned, winking mischievously. “Do not worry. I will work you in, and out, ma belle.”

Mickael pulled back slowly, the delicious slide of his cock sparking currents of heat inside of her. With deliberate care, he pushed back in, stretching her to accommodate him.

With each stroke and counterstroke her body responded to his with increasing ferocity. Her muscles quivered with each thrust, thighs and arms protesting the demands she forced upon them.

Ellie clenched her jaw between cries of pleasure. Her nerves sizzled on overdrive, soaring, rushing toward the maelstrom that waited for her just beyond the next peak. She opened her eyes as the bed dipped by her hands and she looked into the clear hazel of Robbie’s.

He smiled lovingly at her. “Come for me, my little slut. Scream my name while he’s fucking you.”

She moaned, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her body overloaded and crashed over the precipice. Robbie’s timing had been perfect. Ellie screamed his name, her back arched bowstring tight as Mickael locked his hips to hers and they came together.

Robbie’s murmured, “Beautiful” mingled with Mick’s grunt of “Estie, oui” and Ellie’s whispered “Holy crap”. Her soft chuckle at the trio of exclamations turned to a mournful moan as Mickael pulled out and left her feeling empty after having been fuller than ever before.

Eleanor’s arms gave out then and she dropped down, her cheek resting on Robbie’s thigh. She panted, exhausted and completely satisfied with how her evening had turned out.

“Remind me,” she said between short breaths. “To ask later how you found each other. I’m too blissed out to care right now.”

Robbie chuckled as he caressed her shoulder. “I will. Rest now, we’re not done yet.”

Ellie closed her eyes and relaxed, sure the men would find ways to entertain each other while she took a short power nap. She didn’t think she’d ever get upset again when Robbie got called in on emergencies. Not if it meant she got rewarded with more evenings like this one.

Paging Dr. Avery, anyone?

Copyright © 2012 Danielle Gavan

Danielle Gavan
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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Twelve

My dearest Richard,

You promised me delights as repayment for my performance before Sir　Walter, but things turned out rather different than what you‘d planned, didn’t they? Still, I think we turned the situation to our advantage and perhaps scored a victory in the process. I’ll explain below what I couldn’t quite put into words at the salon itself, being, as I was at the time, too close to what had happened to me to evaluate it with a cool head.


When we first entered the salon, a woman escorted me into a side chamber. She introduced herself to me as Lady Anne Ridgeton, the widow of that old scoundrel, Bansford. His lordship had a roving eye but little with which to make good on his promises of seduction. His cock’s many failures made for ribald jokes among our set, and now his widow takes her revenge, as well as her pleasure, at gatherings such as the one we attended.


She exhibits great pride in introducing new female visitors to what they may expect in Sir　Walter‘s salons, and she did no less for me. First, she instructed that I should keep as much of my clothing on as I wished but, if I were to truly enjoy myself, I should remove any barrier that covered my sex. She explained that I’d likely encounter multiple opportunities to couple and I’d want my cunny to be immediately accessible to penetration by any male member that intrigued me.


I pondered for a moment over how much to take off, and eventually I settled on removing my gown and petticoats and leaving my shift and corset in place. Full nakedness seemed too much at first. Besides, the whalebone of the stays pressed my breast upward, making them feel full and stimulating the nipples. When Lady Anne went to her knees to remove my drawers, I rested my hand on her head for balance and lifted one foot after the other so that she could finally toss the garment to the side.


What I hadn’t expected was for her to remain kneeling and then to part my legs so that she could burrow her nose into the hairs of my pussy. I pulled back in shock. Not disapproving, of course, but in surprise. I’d imagined I’d dally for a while, finding my bearings among strangers, before indulging. But then, I had met her once before, and no stranger had ever seemed quite so eager to treat me to the ultimate kiss.


She didn’t release me, but grasped my hips and pulled me forward as she gazed up at me with a lascivious grin on her face. “You must let me taste you, dear X. I’ve always wanted to, you know.”


“Sweet Anne,” I answered. “You never told me.”


“I didn’t realize you shared my lusty nature. Imagine how pleased I was to find your name on the invitation list. I declared to myself that I’d certainly take the opportunity to do this.”


Without another word, she dove beneath my shift and placed her mouth over my pussy. She quickly found my pearl with her tongue and began an assault on my senses that had me reeling. The hem of my shift slipped from my fingers, allowing the cotton to fall over her. I stood there with a dowager countess hidden beneath a tent of my small clothes as she gamahuched me as though she’d done it for years and knew exactly how to lap at me for maximum pleasure.


Oh, it felt good, my darling. Such a wicked secret to be kept from the dozens of people in the other rooms. While they enjoyed their play out in the open where the rest could see, I had a private audience with desire. No more than I and the lady whose mouth worked such magic on my clitoris. Stroke followed by stroke. Hot and wet. Now flicking against the tip. Through eyes half-closed with arousal, I glanced around me at the trappings of luxury. All very proper, except for the pile of my clothing.


After several minutes of oral sex performed by an expert, I was overcome with an urgent need to climax. It
built inside me like the currents of a river, pulling everything in its wake. Lady Anne took no pity on me, though, but ended the good services of her mouth, resting back on her heels. I whimpered and reached for her head to guide it back between my thighs, but she would have none of it.


“Now then, X, you’ve got yourself into quite a state, haven’t you?” she said.


“I have? Surely you have made me this way.” My misery clearly showed in my voice. She’d brought me so close to spending I could scarcely speak.


“Your initiation is almost complete.” She pulled something from her bodice. A garment consisting mostly of straps. She must have had it there the entire time. She helped me to step into it, for surely, my knees wouldn’t have held me otherwise. Once she had the loops around my legs, she tugged it up underneath my shift and fastened it around my hips.


Now, its purpose became clear. The only solid patch of material pressed against my clitoris without covering the entrance to my chamber. The cloth felt soft enough, but an ointment on it created a tingle on the exact spot Lady Anne had just stimulated, causing my need to nearly spiral out of my control. The fiend knew what she’d done, as she showed by sitting there smiling at me as if she’d had some great victory in arousing me so completely without satisfying me. Initiation, indeed.


“Now, then,” she said. “If you can get yourself out of this room and back into the main salon, a man will be waiting to satisfy you with his rod. I dare you to see if you can get that far without spending.”


Given a challenge like that, I straightened my back and lifted my chin. Though my body felt on fire and ready to burst into a thousand pieces, I turned and walked on unsteady legs toward the door. She laughed behind me, and I had to pause with my hand on the door knob and bite down on my lip to regain some control. With each step, the cloth between my legs had slid against my pearl, depositing more of the ointment. I wanted to scream with frustration but wouldn’t give Lady Anne the satisfaction. Instead, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped over the threshold.


Not just one man but four stood there with the fronts of their trousers open and their erect members in their hands. All very well endowed and all obviously eager to thrust themselves into me. More of my initiation, no doubt. They must have seen me enter the chamber and decided to offer their services when I emerged.
I wouldn’t indulge them, though. I’d come with you, and I’d find you. These people didn’t own me, and I wasn’t ready to surrender sovereignty over my body to them. But each step created more rubbing against my pearl and more torment. And I couldn’t find you among the crowd. They’d all stopped what they’d been doing to watch me as I progressed into the main room. All the faces blurred as I scanned them for your dear features.


I stopped finally, unable to endure another moment. A man’s arm went around my waist. So gently that it seemed to offer comfort, and I allowed him to hold me. And when he placed my hand on his erect staff, I knew he was offering me relief. Dimensions much like yours, my darling. Exactly what I needed to give me the orgasm my body had craved for so long. He was long and very thick, and my cunny released a trickle of need. How wonderful he’d feel inside me. I nodded my agreement.


He led me to the nearest chair and draped me over it. After taking his place behind me, he lifted my shift to expose my pussy. When he pressed the tip against my entrance, I arched my back to encourage him.
In no more than a second, he’d impaled me fully. I hadn’t imagined his girth, and the way he stretched me only added to my pleasure. For now, all frustration ended, replaced by a fucking made all the more glorious by my earlier agony of waiting. He did such a marvelous job of it, each thrust more forceful than the last until he nearly toppled the two of us and the chair over into a heap. I would hardly have noticed, as the orgasm I’d been denied for so long finally came upon me.


The force grabbed me, threatening to crush me with its power. For a moment, every wisp of breath left my body so that when the convulsions started, I had no power even to cry out. I came and came and came, my pussy going wild around the cock inside me. That trigged his own climax, and he plunged deep into me and stayed there, his body shaking behind mine. We’d truly reached a new sexual peak together, a place few couples could ever hope to aspire to.


As I returned to consciousness, the voices of the others in the room came to me in a jumble.


“Good show,” one man said.


“I don’t know how she did it,” a woman added. “I never made it out of the other room.”


“And his performance…” A tinge of jealously colored the second woman’s words.


“Amazing effort all around.”


“Well done, both of you.”


By now, some strength had returned to my legs, so I stood and turned to thank my partner. Imagine my delight, my darling, when I discovered you standing there and smiling at me as though I were the greatest treasure on Earth. At that moment, I could believe I truly was.


Humble in my awe of you, I remain,
Your devoted X

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Pool Side

Content Advisory: Contains scenes of explicit m/f sex.

Adam’s strong arms cut through the clear blue of the water, his powerful thighs kicking a beat, driving him on.

His fingertips made contact with the edge of the pool and, in one swift movement, he flipped himself over and pushed off the side with his feet.

Adam was alone in the pool, though his trainer stood on the side timing his lengths and shouting instructions. He’d been there since five that morning. He was now two hours into his training schedule which consisted of five hours in the pool and two in the gym.

His Olympic dreams were strong and steadfast. He couldn’t imagine someone trying to achieve Olympic greatness without being one hundred percent focused on the job.

At least this particular pool was open air. The California sky and the warm sun climbing into the blue certainly made this part of his day more enjoyable.

Just as Adam finished his lap, the door of the women’s locker room swung open. He pulled off his goggles and shook water off his buzzed short hair.

A brunette with shoulder-length, bouncy hair walked out. Her bare brown legs were topped with a pair of tiny cotton shorts. A tight little waist nipped in above her rounded hips and a white cotton polo shirt barely covered her midriff, her breasts positively straining to burst from the top.

“Who’s that?” he asked Mike.

“New physiotherapist,” the older man replied.

“What happened to Tony?”

“Broke his leg falling off a ladder. He’ll be out for six weeks.”

“Is that supposed to be ironic?” Adam said, an eyebrow cocked. “The physio broke his leg?”

Mike snorted but didn’t answer. Instead, he raised a hand in greeting to the new arrival.

The young woman gave a smile, squinting in the bright sunlight, and headed over to them.

The muscles of Adam’s back and shoulders bunched together as he folded his arms beneath his chin, supporting himself on the side of the pool. He caught the new arrival eyeing his body—but perhaps she was simply assessing him for professional reasons.

“Adam Chaste,” said Mike, “this is Leah Devlin.”

She squatted down and held out her hand. Now it was his turn to squint up at her, the bright sun directly behind her body, but he wrapped his large, wet hand around her slim fingers.

“Good to meet you,” he said. “I hear you’re going to be taking care of me for the next six weeks.”

“I sure hope so,” she said with a smile.

Leah stood and he took in her strong, slender thighs. Leah Devlin did some working out of her own.

“Right, no time for chatting,” said Mike. “We’ve got work to do.” He gave Adam a sharp nod toward the pool, a motion that meant, ‘get back out there!’

Adam continued to push himself, even more so now that he knew the new physio’s eyes were taking in his every move. He was a strong swimmer, to say the least, but he suddenly became more aware of his physique, of how every muscle in his body contracted and relaxed as he pushed himself through the water.

Finally the session was over and Adam pulled himself out of the pool, water trickling down his hard, tanned chest. Leah handed him a sports drink, her eyes trained on his defined abs.

“Thanks,” he said and cracked open the lid, downing the vitamin-rich liquid.

“Right,” said Mike. “I’ll leave you youngsters to it. I’ve got somewhere to be.” He gave Adam another nod. “Same time tomorrow?” His trainer phrased it as a question but they both knew he’d be there.

“Sure.”

Leah grinned at him. “My turn,” she said, her head tilted on one side, her hair brushing her shoulders. “I’ve been looking forward to getting my hands on you.”

Adam’s heart picked up a notch. Was she flirting with him?

“Great,” he said, trying not to blush. “We’ve got the pool for another forty-five minutes until it opens to the public.”

“That’s plenty of time. Now I want you on your back.”

“Wow,” he said, trying to hide his nerves with a little flirting of his own. “And you’ve not even bought me dinner.”

Leah laughed and her tits jiggled beneath her shirt.

Holy shit, this girl was sexy.

She rolled out a blue exercise mat. “On your back,” she instructed.

The skintight, extremely short shorts he swam in left little to the imagination as he got to the ground and reclined on the spongy material. If she touched him in just the right—or wrong!—way, she’d notice the effect she was having on him in an instant.

Adam filled his mind with non-erotic thoughts—his mother; emptying the trash; cutting his toenails—anything to get his mind off the extremely attractive woman now on her knees at his feet.

The sun blazed down, drying his skin and hair. Leah ran him through a number of stretches, her soft hands holding his foot and pushing back firmly, increasing his stretch for him.

“I noticed you’re favoring your right side,” she said. “Are you getting pain on the left?”

“You’re perceptive. But it’s not pain, just a little stiffness.”

“Come here then,” she said, motioning for him to sit up.

Adam did as he was told and Leah scooted up behind him. Her talented hands kneaded the muscles of his back, up to his neck. From behind, she took the sides of his face between her palms and gave his head a swift wrench to one side. Something in his neck cracked, the sound scarily loud in the otherwise quiet pool, but instantly the tight side of his body relaxed.

Adam rolled his shoulders a couple of times. “That’s amazing.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” she said, pressing him back down to lie on his stomach.

Her hands trailed back down his shoulders, her warm skin and firm, insistent fingers massaging their way down his back. Her thumbs worked his lats—the muscles on either side of his spine. She worked lower, her hands skimming the curve of his buttocks, before she dropped right down, massaging his glutes.

Adam suppressed a groan. He was glad to be on his front right now, with her hands so close to his ass. The whole of his anus, perineum and balls tingled and tightened as her hands sent nerves firing in that direction. She worked the back of one of his thighs with both hands, her thumbs creeping higher until she finally brushed his balls. Adam’s whole body stiffened, the contact sending blood rushing to his cock.

“Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed.

“No, it’s fine, really.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” she said.

He turned his head over his shoulder to get a look at her. “Don’t be.”

“Maybe we should leave it for today,” she said, moving to get to her feet.

Forgetting himself, Adam twisted himself around to catch her arm, preventing her from rising.

Her eyes widened as his barely restrained erection poked from the top of his shorts. “Oh!” she gasped.

It was his turn to be embarrassed, heat flushing his cheeks. He was about to flip himself back over and die of shame, when Leah dropped back to her knees. Her expression changed; her lips suddenly slack and full, her eyes hooded and heavy.

“You really enjoyed the massage, huh?” she asked, her voice little more than a whisper. Her eyes still trained on his erection.

Adam nodded, too scared to move in case he somehow broke whatever magic was happening in that instant.

The smooth, mushroom head of his dick poked from the waistline of his swim shorts. Leah placed her hands on each thigh, rising over the top of him, her breath heating his sensitive skin. With a little dart of her tongue, she licked the clear bead of pre-cum from the slit of his cock.

Adam gasped.

She reached up and pulled down the top of his shorts, allowing his huge erection to spring free. He propped himself up on his elbows, wanting to watch this sudden turn of events.

The heated, wetness of her mouth enclosed his cock and he inhaled as pleasure made his head swim. His fingers laced in her hair and he had to resist pushing her head down, impaling her on his full length. But Leah didn’t need much encouragement; she pushed down deep so his head brushed the smooth, soft skin at the back of her throat.

Now Adam groaned as she bobbed back and forth, her lips creating a tight seal around his girth, creating friction as she moved on his dick. The pleasure was exquisite but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted more of her.

“My turn,” he said, gently pressing back on her shoulder.

Leah lifted her head, his cock slipping from between her lips. Adam pulled her down to the mat and then got to his knees, scooting down. He tugged off her tennis shoes and popped the button of her shorts. Peeling them down her thighs, he exposed her simple cotton panties. She was stretched out before him, her breasts heaving beneath her shirt. Adam wanted to get his tongue inside her, but he couldn’t miss feasting on those gorgeous tits.

Moving back up her body, he pushed the material of her shirt up, exposing her flat, tanned stomach. He dropped a kiss on the smooth skin of her belly, before nuzzling his way up.

Leah helped him out by sitting up slightly and pulling her shirt over her head, dropping the garment on the ground beside her.

“I’m guessing you want this one off as well,” she said, slipping her bra-straps from her shoulders.

“Absolutely.”

He groaned at the sight—luscious creamy globes, big, dark nipples at the center of each. Leah lay back down again and Adam dipped his head, taking her right nipple, already hard and elongated, into his mouth. Her nipple was big enough to really feel like a mouth full and he sucked it up to the roof of his mouth, his tongue swirling the crinkled areola.

His cock was so hard, he thought he might come over her there and then. Her hand reached for him, circling his erection in her hot little palm and gently pumping him as he suckled, first on one nipple, before moving to the next.

But he wanted to taste her sweet nectar, bury his face in her snatch before driving his cock into her center and fucking her hard.

Reluctantly, he lifted his mouth from her breast. Her hand fell away from his cock as he kissed his way down, over the soft dip of her belly, down to where a small strip of hair led down to her clit. Adam pressed her thighs apart and climbed between them.

Using two fingers, he splayed the lips of her pussy, causing the engorged nubbin to pop forward, pink and wet. He hardened his tongue to a point and gave her clit a flick. Leah inhaled sharply, her body rigid beneath him. She lifted her hips to him, inviting him to continue.

Adam didn’t need any more encouragement. Flattening his tongue to a paddle, he dipped down, dragging his tongue up her slit, from her base back up to her clit. The heady aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils, the musky tang of her lubrication coating his taste buds.

Leah moaned, her fingers brushing the back of his head as she squirmed beneath his attention. Wanting to bring her on even further, Adam slipped a finger into her tight channel, his saliva and her natural lube making the passage easy. Her inner muscles clamped down around his digit and he slicked it back and forth before adding a second. He focused his oral attention back to her clit, alternating fast flicks with sucks.

“Oh God,” Leah cried out, her internal muscles pulsing and rippling around his fingers. Moisture drenched his hand as she came hard against him.

“Oh God,” she said again, but this time with a different tone. Her breasts heaved beautifully as she caught her breath. She looked down at him, grinning up from between her thighs. “I hope you’re going to fuck me now.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He rose above her and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his head down to hers. Her kiss was hard and deep, and the idea that she tasted her own juices on his lips turned him on even more.

His cock was as hard as iron as he positioned against her soft folds and drove deep into her wet, swollen flesh. Her slim thighs caught his hips, her legs twining around him, her heels pressing into the flexing muscles of his ass.

As his thrusting grew harder, his balls tightened, slapping against her ass. The heat and tingling tightened deep at his core. He buried his face in her neck as his orgasm mounted over him, his cock swelling to the point of explosion.

“Oh shit, I’m coming again,” she moaned, her pussy tightening and contracting around the hard length of his cock, milking him.

He fired within her, held himself deep as he jerked inside her, shooting streams of cum.

Exhausted, Adam collapsed beside her. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her curls mussed. Their chests heaved in exertion.

Finally able to speak again, Adam rolled to his side and grinned. “As amazing as that massage was, I’m not sure it was the most professional thing to be doing on your first day.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “So are you going to get me fired?”

“Are you kidding? And anyway, I was hardly professional myself. I’m already dreading your six weeks being up.”

The door to the men’s bathroom opened and the pool manager walked out. He saw them, still half naked, lying on the floor and his eyes widened.

“Oh, sorry, Mr. Chaste. I thought you were already done.”

“We are now, thanks,” he said, giving Leah another grin. She smiled back, clutching her clothes to her body.

“Well… I’ll just give you a minute,” he said, backing out of the pool.

“No problem,” called Adam to his retreating figure.

Once they were alone again, Leah set about tugging her clothes back on. She ran her fingers through her hair and said, “Same time tomorrow?”

Adam grinned back. “You bet.”

~*~

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