We hadn’t eaten in nearly 24 hours, and we had certainly burned up a lot of calories. “Why don’t you slip something on, Sarah, and come to the kitchen. I’ll fix an omlette for us.” She whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you slip something off?” I nodded and pulled the shorts off, took her by the hand and headed to the kitchen. We cooked in between kisses; we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We flirted, we laughed, and we talked. The hours flew by. I started aching for her, again. I couldn’t get enough of her. I was becoming addicted to her.
I went to wine cellar and retrieved two bottle of red wine. I opened one to let it “breathe”. “Want to go for a swim, Sarah?” “If I don’t have to wear a suit” she said smiling coyly. I told her I didn’t object. Then I walked out to the pool and turned on the heater. We’d have glass of wine before we got in. I lit the outdoor wood burning fireplace. It was March and still fairly cool, especially at night. Sarah joined me on the deck, bringing the glasses and the wine. I sat down on a lounge chair and she settled between my legs. She fit perfectly, as if we had been made to connect there. The fire and the wine warmed us.
The cool night made her nipples hard and before long her nipples were jutting out from their base. She saw me studying them, and from our experiences over the past 24 hours, she knew I was infatuated with her breasts. She got up and walked across to the other side of the pool. I watched her perfect ass, firm, round, and high; her cheeks were tanned. How had I been missing her while she tanned by the pool? Her breasts were full and erect. Her breasts and her pussy were the same creamy color. She put one of the floating chaises into the pool; then she came over by the fireplace. The fire cast a beautiful glow onto her skin.
She blew me a kiss and then descended into the pool. She was a vision of beauty as she entered the water and made her way to the chaise. She wiggled into the chair and floated at the far end of the pool, Slowly she made her way toward the opposite end of the pool. She anchored the chair in the perfect spot. One of the lights shone on her almost as if it were a spotlight. I sat outside the pool and had another glass of wine; drinking in the exquisite vision of my young lover. Looking closer, I realized she was busy stroking her nipples. She would alternate twisting, pulling and stroking them. The chaise was drifting toward my end of the pool. As she got closer I could see the water had pooled between her legs, filling the perfect triangle between them with the warm water. The air had gotten colder causing the warm water to send off steam. It was so erotic seeing her masturbate her nipples while steam rose from her pussy. I couldn’t stay away from her a moment longer. I put down my glass and headed for the pool.
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