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Collected by Djian
updated august 2 - 2008
Job Security
by Syndee
Chapter 1: The Beginning
About ten years ago my husband and I were fully entrenched in the American way of life. David was a couple of years older than me, had a great middle management job with a software firm that employed about 200 people, we had a two year old son and a nice home in a really great neighborhood. I had been able to quit work and stay at home. The problem was we were fully extended and was totally dependent on all of his income.
When the firm lost one of their larger accounts it was no secret that something had to happen personnel wise. It wasn't so much that there were to be layoffs, but more that somebody was going to have to step down a little or be transferred out of state. Either one would have killed us. I felt that with his education and track record he didn't have to worry. He reminded me that he wasn't the only one with those credentials and that all of this would eventually come down to something personal with the owners of the company rather than job performance. I realized he was right. This company was loaded with talent.
Danny, the owner of the company, was in his early forties and had a wife that looked ten years younger than him. They were very wealthy from hard work and his brilliant mind and were both the nicest and most attractive people you would ever want to meet. Very generous with pay and benefits, they almost doted over their employees and were very quick and generous with hugs and kisses. Everybody absolutely loved them and turnover in the company was non-existent.
We think the owners could feel the tension in the middle ranks about the job situation, so they threw sort of a "we're all okay" party at a nice local hotel. Their functions were always super nice and expensive in a down home sort of way. They were quick to be part of the service rather than king and queen of the ball. I got myself ready that night all the way to the point of actually putting on my clothes. We had a young babysitter coming in and I got her situated before I finished dressing. Due to our financial instability, I had opted not to buy anything new, but instead found a real nice dress I had in the closet for several years that I didn't think anyone had seen. It was light green, had a low cut neckline that fit pretty tight so there was not much to see down, and a loose skirt that fell about four inches above my knee.
When I started to put it on I discovered that I had blown it and had no panty hose to wear. We were pressed for time by then and I surely didn't want to expose the natural color of my legs, since it was early April. After a quick digging through my room I came up with a pair of thigh high light brown hose that would do. I was a little concerned about the top of my hose being too close to the bottom of the skirt, but my other choices were nil. Since I wasn't wearing pantyhose, I chose to wear a real nice pair of black tap pants instead of panties that were very comfortable and made me feel sexy.
When we arrived at the party it was pretty well in full swing. It was in a large covered patio area with a small stage set up for some reason in front of dining tables. Way in the back there was a small horseshoe bar almost chest high to me that had only a very small side entrance area to it. They were only serving beer and wine and guess whom the bartenders were - the owners. I think they did it to make sure they could at least say hello to everyone. I would like to tell you that I really stuck out from the crowd but I didn't. There were lots of attractive employees and spouses there. If you were to have to name the company for a town it would have to be "Yuppie City." They all looked good, but certainly none more than Marty, the boss's wife.
After I had my glass and we had made a few rounds visiting, Marty quietly waved me over and motioned for me to come behind the bar. She gave me a big hug and asked me to do her a big favor.
"This bartending seemed to be a good idea at first but now I realize it's a big mistake. It's all right for him to be here, but I need to be out milling with the guest and making sure the proceedings are going on schedule. Could you do me a huge favor and work the bar for a while."
"Sure, I'd love to." I'd given a hand at some of their events in the past and besides, what was I to say?
"There's nothing to it. All you're going to do is fill some glasses and greet people you already know." With that, she apologized for intruding on my evening and went out into the crowd. She was right. I knew I would still see everyone this way and my husband was already circulating with the men, so I didn't mind it at all. Besides, it just wasn't a real smart time to say no.
"Oh, I can't believe I got so lucky as to share duties with you." Danny acted like he was thrilled to see me, gave me a big long hug and a quick soft kiss on the cheek. I gave it little thought, started serving and had a really great time.
Dinner was actually a wonderful finger food buffet. He was very gracious and brought us both plates back with way too much food. We had one small bar stool which I could hardly sit on and still see, but he could with his shoulders coming above the bar. I stood while I ate, but that was okay. It was a small space and very shortly after I had gone in there he started touching me casually, just an arm around the waist, a hand on my hip as he had to reach around me, every now and than a slight brushing of my breast. It became more evident as it went on, but I chose not to pay a lot of attention to it.
I knew he was a touchy feely kind of person and it would have been awkward to say or do anything.
I just made sure I didn't do anything. It came to the point that when there was nobody around his arm was always around me, his hand constantly on my hip, and when I sat on the stool his hands were on my knees, sometimes massaging them slowly. He never said anything off color or made any gesture that really frightened me, just the small intimate stuff. Even as concerned as I was, it got to the point where I'm not too sure I wasn't starting to enjoy his attention.
After everybody ate and the place was clean, the personnel director got up on the stage and made a few jokes, recognized the owners and a few others and said there was a surprise. And there was. They had brought in a magician that was wonderful. Everybody had pretty well filled their glasses or stopped drinking and moved close to the stage and sat down.
"I hope you don't abandon me back here by myself. I still need to man the bar even though business is dead right now. We can still see good from back here." Marty was laughing, but I took it pretty seriously. We were way in back of the area and the touching had become more frequent. I was hoping to be rescued by my husband, but I noticed he managed to sit at the table with Marty, so things were going good for him.
"Sure, I won't desert you at your time of crisis." I laughed with him. What else was I going to do?
The guy on the stage was really good and captivated the audience. I stood behind the bar and watched while Danny sat on the stool. I don't think anybody that bothered to look could see anything lower than our shoulders. About five minutes into the act and when everybody was obviously not going to move, he moved down off the stool and the gently touching resumed. It was around the waist at first, just rubbing the lower part of my back, sliding his hand down on my hips some, back up the full length of my back, and so on. It actually felt good, but I was really starting to wonder where this was going and was preparing myself to stop it somehow.
Sure enough, he slipped his hand around the front of me and gently started touching my stomach. I pulled away slightly, and he stopped. I assumed he had received the message and that it had come to an end. Instead, he took advantage of the very confined area, which kept me within arms length. Again he made an advance, running his hand slowly up and down my leg outside my skirt for a few minutes, not roughly but very casually. Then the hand dropped below the hem to touch my legs. I knew for sure then I had a situation and didn't know what to do.
"Danny, please." I whispered to him quietly. I tried stepping away but his left arm was around my waist and he didn't let go. However, he did cease touching me elsewhere.
My relief was intense, but temporary. To my dismay his hand slowly returned, rubbing my right leg. His hand moved down my leg and touched my knee at first but then started to move upwards. He was in no hurry and may have been trying to not alarm me any more than I already was. My heart was beating like crazy and I could tell he had become intense. I took his hand and removed it from me, stepping away as far as I could in the confined space.
"Stop, Danny. I think I should go." I was hoping the look I gave him was enough to end it.
It took him less than a minute to react. Never taking his eyes off the proceedings going on in front of us, he carefully slid his stool over next to me. Unwittingly, I had trapped myself in the small confines of the bar. The only way out was to go over the top of him.
His arm went back around my waist and this time he didn't try to mask his intentions. He went straight down to my knee with his hand. In order to grab it I had to lean over slightly. I kept looking around to see if we were being watched but all attention was on the stage. Feeling like a trapped animal, my heart was beating fast and tears began to form in my eyes. How had I gotten into this? What had I done or said that would make him think I would allow him to do this?
My reactions and self-examination didn't stop his hand. In spite of my hand trying to stop his, it had very slowly continued its advance up my leg. He suddenly reached the top of my stockings and his hand hit my bare leg. I guess he had expected me to be wearing panty hose and the sudden contact of flesh on flesh caught him by surprise.
"O-o-o-o-h." His hand jerked and there was an audible gasp. He looked at me and his mouth sagged slightly. The unexpected flesh on flesh contact had definitely moved him.
I flinched, too. Even though he had been touching me for some time, it was different when his hand actually touched my bare flesh. I was in a combination of shock and dismay by that time. My three thoughts were: where is this going, how do I ever get out of it, and why am I not as repulsed as I should be? I know that he was a really attractive, wonderful man - but he had no rights to me. However, he had a really slow, soft wonderful touch and I was feeling every bit of it. I have a tendency to become wet very easy and if it had been my husband sitting there teasing me in public I would have been soaking wet by this time.
As it was, throughout my constant but quiet objections and my ever increasing attempt to dislodge his hand, I was more than aware of the reaction from my body. Whether my morals objected or not, I knew myself well enough to know that moisture was forming. My disapproval of the situation didn't change the fact that I could feel it. This was not going well at all!
That old saying, "The silence was deafening," would have fit us perfectly. I was screaming at him to stop without saying a word and he was telling me how excited he was without speaking, relating it to me through his now shaking fingertips.
The magician kept captivating the audience. We stood back there as if it was the only thing going on, and his hands were slowly going higher and higher, touching every part of my right leg. There were slight touches on the other leg, but only a few brushes. He concentrated on that one leg, moving slowly upward. It was starting to become a blissful torture for me. I was rocking my body back and forth a little, either in an effort to get away or an unwanted reaction instinctively keeping in rhythm with his touches. His arm had tightened considerable around my waist. I could only hear my pounding heart and his breathing and, by that time, I couldn’t see much of anything. We had both forgotten about the magician long ago and were only looking to see if anyone was coming near us, which they did not. How could I have allowed this to happen?
"Please, Danny. I don't want this." My voice was breaking with a soft sob. I was still leaning over in order to keep my grasp on his wrist, but his hand had advanced high enough that my bent over position was less noticeable than before.
He smiled softly and said, "Okay," but his hand remained high on my leg. After what seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes, his hand went under my loose tap pants and slightly touched me, sliding his finger between my labia. As I suspected, I was very wet. He said "Oh, my goodness," very softly as he touched me and my knees sort of buckled. At that point it was a war of wills. He started brushing me with his fingertips, feeling the dampness and apparently enjoying my attempt to stop him. He teased me unmercifully before he moved to my clit.
"O-o-o-h-h-h." No matter how upset I was or even that I had anticipated this move, I jumped and let out a real low moan that he had to have heard. I had somehow become extremely sensitive there.
He was masterful. His touch was knowing and unbelievable soft. He brought me up to a level of arousal I couldn't believe and just left me hanging there for a long time. Despite the fact that I started slowly stamping my foot up and down to try to drive off the sensations, my hips were moving in time with his hand and I was ready to explode.
I looked up one last time to see if there was a rescue in progress. Since there was obviously not, I pleaded one more time. "Please, Danny. Don't do this to me." It was very soft and quiet, my last stand, more emotional than physical as I finally released his wrist.
Finally, it came. I put my head down on my arms to stifle the sounds when it hit me. My hips went from following his hand to jerking like crazy and I was moving up and down and twisting behind the bar. Using his left hand, he pulled my dress behind me and up to my waist and held it there. This allowed him to watch the action, my legs and panties now exposed. My white legs were in stark contrast to the dark colors of my hose and panties.
"Ni-i-i-c-c-e," His voice was appreciative. "Not enough women wear stockings any more." I could feel his erection as he pressed against me.
He kept it up for a few minutes and I knew I was on my way to coming again. I couldn't seem to stop it. Just as he slowed down and I thought it was over, his hand left my clit and his finger went inside me. It was like it was starting all over again. Danny sensed my total surrender. "Relax and enjoy it, Syndee. You look and feel so good."
It wasn't so much that I was following his instructions, but more that my mind couldn't control the physical part of me any more. Folding my arms over the edge of the bar, I put my head face down on it, started gently stomping my foot again as my body convulsed, and I started to come. The orgasm washed over me like a flood this time, rather than a light rain.
"A-a-a-h-h-h-h," my mouth moaned softly into my folded arms. Nobody could hear it but him, but he heard it very well. All his gentleness suddenly disappeared and he assaulted my pussy fast and hard. From the sounds coming out of him, he was immersed in personal satisfaction from watching and hearing my reactions to his insistent touch.
Other than looking up occasionally to survey the room, my thoughts were only on his fingers. My revulsion at the situation was gone. My conscience? It vanished!
The only thing I was aware of was the constant high-speed ramming my pussy was getting from his fingers, then the short trip they would make up to my swollen clit for a while, then back down and in, roughly entering my heated center in long hard strokes. I was caught in the middle, had no control over it, and he just wouldn't stop.
Suddenly, I realized the show was over. Luckily, no one had come near us but rather gathered towards the stage. Danny slowly (maybe reluctantly) moved his hands away from me, allowing me to come down off my high. He never tried to talk to me during all of this, maybe thinking it would spoil it. Once I was able to regain my composure, I got a quick kiss on the cheek from him and a knowing hug and that was it. When he turned away I saw him lick his fingers.
Shortly after that Marty came over, gave me a huge hug and kiss and thanked me. She just gushed over how nice I had been to help out. When we went home David thanked me profusely for being sensitive to the situation. Surprisingly, we had super sex that night, with him remarking about and enjoying how wet I was. I woke up the next morning very confused. I was caught up with mixed feelings of remorse and guilty pleasure, but also knew that I certainly hadn't hurt my husband's continued employment prospects any. It was a real blow to my morals and self-respect, but I knew it was a one-time mistake on my part that would never happen again.
Or so I thought.
THE POOL PARTY
I wasn't at all happy about what had happened and was more than a little concerned about whether Danny was going to keep all this to himself. I sure didn't want to be the subject of office gossip and it would have been devastating to my family. But as time wore on a little, it was evident that he had more to lose than me, and I became a little more comfortable with it. Plus, I got nice hand written thank you notes from both of them; from Marty for pitching in, and from Danny for giving a hand, which I though was rich coming from him. It even got to the point that when I thought back about it I sometimes would touch myself, not always to orgasm but certainly to a nice pleasurable level. It was, in fact, a mental rather than physical ordeal and I felt I could deal with that under the circumstances. And it had felt wonderful, right or wrong.
As far as my husband's work was concerned, things started happening just as we had anticipated. One of my husband's counterparts was transferred to Los Angeles in order to stay employed. He left before his wife, and I happened to drop by her house just as they were being packed out. She told me that they had been treated as fairly as possible, with the company paying for moving and some closing costs.
However, when we were out of the earshot of the moving men, she started tearing up and said that it was killing them financially; in that they had to sell the house without getting any cash out of it and there was no way they could buy a house in LA on what he got paid. They were moving into a real nice apartment, but it was no home. I went away from the visit with a new fear that I could not shake. It may not have happened to us, but it had happened to SOMEBODY and we all knew it was going to happen again.
Weeks later, we received a formal invitation for a late night fireworks party on the 4th of July at the owners house. Since
most of us had children, they were nice about it and said they knew not everybody could come, but there would be some important guests there and they would appreciate as much participation as possible. The 4th was on a Sunday that year, with Monday the day off from work. We quickly decided to be there and let them know right away. We still thought this was no time to take chances. We were later told about fifty employees would attend, plus the guests.
The early weekend was spent with my family, who lived not far away, and we left our son there with my parents, who were overjoyed to spend time with him, to be picked up Monday.
When we started to get dressed for the party there wasn't so much of a decision about what to wear as last time, since the party was to center on their in-ground pool. Bathing suit. I looked at what I had and put on the one I thought would be most appropriate for the occasion. It was very conservative, covering all of my buttocks and not too low up top.
As I was looking at myself in the mirror, David came by and said "You look good, Granny," laughed and walked on. I got the picture. I went back into the closet and brought out a black one that I had bought on sale late last year but had never worn. I put it on and admitted I did look good in it. The low cut top showed my breasts off well and the bottom was cut high on the hips, so that I was showing leg generously without being obscene.
I was concerned about it until we got there and I saw what the other women were wearing. Lots of skin, two piece jobs, etc. The boss's wife was wearing a two-piece white suit I would never have had the nerve to put on. She was a knockout in it and the attention she got could not be ignored. I was glad I had changed into something a little more provocative. David was right. I would have looked like somebody's maiden sister.
This was not the first time we had been to their house, but it was the first time during the summer. They had resisted the temptation to move north of town, with the new money, and build a big fancy house up there in the trendy areas around the many golf course/country club developments. Instead, they bought an old mansion in the older gentile southern part of town and had it totally renovated. It was beautiful and must have cost a fortune. It was sitting on a small hill. On one side of the house was a large city park, which was where the fireworks would be going off well after sundown. On the other side, you walked down a gravel path to a huge swimming pool, complete with lights and a very small bathhouse. It was probably 40 yards from the house to the pool, separated in part by a small wooded area. What caught a lot of attention were the portable black lights positioned around the pool.
There were no children. Everybody was enjoying the pool in the 100-degree weather. Food and drink was abundant, but most were more than aware of the guests there and stayed away from drinking too much. The food was a different story and was wonderful, as usual. Everybody got through eating and the caterers removed everything just as it got dark. It was a great party, and our hosts were perfect.
After the area was clear and it was pitch dark (it was still 45 minutes before the fireworks) the personnel director yelled out, "Everybody in the pool!" We all got in, including the host and guests. Then they did the neatest thing. They brought out a bag of plastic balls about the size of softballs and started throwing them into the pool until everybody had one. We saw that there were numbers on each ball. We were told that there was a list matching each number to a money prize ranging from a five to a hundred dollar bill with one special grand prize ball. The idea was to start getting rid of your ball within the confines of the pool until you had a ball that you felt was lucky and then you held onto it until everything was over. When everybody thought they were set, they were going to count to ten, during which time you could get rid of your ball to see it there were any trades. Sounded easy, then he said to wait a second. All at once the lights went out and the black lights went on. The balls were fluorescent and glowed like crazy under the lights, but you could hardly see anything or anybody around you. What you COULD see were white bathing suits and Marty's was very prominent.
A whistle blew, and those balls started flying. It was the craziest thing you ever saw. It was a blast! And everybody was having fun. You couldn't quite pick out features of people but you could detect certain voices. But other than that you were almost in a dark wet vacuum. It was a great idea, whoever came up with it.
I could recognize some voices (like my husband’s across the pool) but not many. Then, after a while, I could hear Danny getting closer and closer to me. It crossed my mind to be quiet and I tried to move on, but it was too late. All at once he was right there beside me. He spoke in my ear about all the chaos and we both laughed about it. Then he took the ball I had in my hand and replaced it with another.
"Don't even think about getting rid of this ball." He told me not to let go of that ball, no matter what, and not to take a chance of getting it confused with another. I didn't know what the deal was, but grasped it tightly with both hands.
He stopped talking but didn't leave my side, which started to bother me a little bit. Those balls were flying all over the place but the two of us had become a quiet isolated little cove over to one side of the middle of madness. Then it happened. I winced as he slowly stroked my arm very gently, almost as you would a child. I moved away slightly, but he moved with me and never lost contact with my skin. I made a serious move to leave, but a strong gentle arm came around my waist, immobilizing me, and a voice whispered, "Stay with me."
My body trembled with dread when I heard him say that. I knew what was going on. Of all the stupid things; what came to my mind was that old saying, "First time shame on you, second time shame on me." Then, as he moved his hands over my stomach and down my thighs, I thought: what the hell is he doing, right here in the middle of all these people. Of course it was in the middle of a unknowing, unconcerned, even partially blinded, crowd of people not actually near to us. I had a husband there, someplace, tending to a guest, not knowing his wife was literally in the hands of another man.
But that didn't help me. I had a set of very knowing hands revisiting a body that had shown itself before to be vulnerable to his touch. He slipped his hands behind me and I could feel their masculine strength kneading my ass, and my muscles squeezed involuntarily. Not a good sign for me, but a huge encouragement for him. He drew me very close and I could smell him, the heat of him washing over my body in what I assumed was a pink flush. He pulled my hips back hard against him, pressing his huge erection against the cheeks of my ass. It was the only thing that I was aware of in the midst of all the activity. I knew we were going to be caught. This was madness.
Then, slowly, one hand slid up to my breast, concealed in darkness under water. He went under my suit and I gasped as his hand cupped me, teasing the tip between the pad of his thumb and a finger. The other hand slid down my stomach, gently tracing around my navel on the way down to my thighs and very slowly starting to come back up. Try as I might, I couldn't get away from the unwanted intrusion and my reactions actually resulted in me squirming back against his erection. My breast started to rise up and down in the water; shimmering with the short breaths I was taking.
When I felt his fingers search the wet edge around the leg of my suit, sliding under it, that was it! Shocked, I grasped his hand. "Danny" I said softly, "Stop it. Somebody is going to see you." I could only whisper with others within earshot.
He whispered softly in my ear "Is that why you want me to stop?" As he said it, he slipped a finger inside my suit and trailed it up and down my pussy, teasing but not entering. My lips are oversized to start with and very sensitive. I couldn't help it. I knew he could hear panting and feel my involuntary contractions and was hoping he was the only one that did. Even though we were not in the middle of the rowdy crowd, I was very sensitive to alerting them.
I tried to move away from him but he held me close. Pulling and holding back my suit leg with his left hand, he slipped his right one between my wet slit. When it hit those nerves, I arched my back, stifling an unwanted moan that I knew was on my lips. My mind refused to work, frozen in that crowd. How did this happen again? Am I telegraphing some message to him? But all my thoughts were turning to his hand between my legs, the only other sensation impacting on me being the pressure from his erection pressed against my cheeks.
Then, merciful, merciful release. The lights came on and it was over. My God, I had escaped, although it was with a body that was on fire. I looked down and his erection was easily visible even through the water. He saw me look and laughed. "Guess who's not going to get out of the pool," he laughed ruefully, me with him. It was a nervous laugh, but I could afford to be laughing now.
It was pitch dark by that time and we heard a loud boom, which was the fireworks people telling us the show was about to start. Everybody scrambled to get their numbers from the balls turned in. Turned out nobody got less than twenty, with a number of fifties and hundreds. It really went over well.
David was already gone with the guest. (He wasn't missing a beat) I was getting my stuff together when Marty came over and gave me a big hug. Then she dropped the bombshell.
"I know I always seem to lean on you, Syndee, but could you stay back a few minutes to help Danny put everything away?" I couldn't believe it. I was going to say no? I said sure, I'd be happy to help her out. She thanked me and said she was on the way up to the house with the guests, but Danny needed to be there fairly soon and for me to make him come up.
Trapped! I could not believe it. I started picking up a few things as I saw her disappear up the hill and he was throwing stuff out of the pool. When everybody was gone, he came out of the pool, locked up the equipment in storage, and turned out the lights. I was so relieved. I had dodged that bullet, even though I was still tingling like crazy inside. I picked up my stuff and started walking away.
"Wait, Syndee. Just a second." His voice coming out of the dark was soft but very strong. I froze in place and started shaking as he approached. I couldn't see him well, but I was sure he was still burdened with that unfulfilled erection.
He found me easily with the safety lights that were still on. Taking my bag out of my hands, he turned me around and wrapped his arms around me, pressing himself up against my ass. Not only was his erection still there, but very apparent through his thin trunks. He felt me tense up with the contact.
"Relax, Syndee. It's just me." His voice was soft and coaxing, but very ominous to a mind searching for an escape route. Slowly, he reached around me and removed the cover I had put on over my bathing suit. As hot as it was, I had put it on for modesty rather than warmth.
"Danny, please. We need to go." My voice was more pleading than strong.
"We'll go in a minute. I've wanted to be alone with you for a long time."
Taking my hand, he pulled me over to the large stairs leading back down into the pool. There were still underwater lights on in the pool but they were very dim, at best, and set far apart. He pulled me over to a spot where there was very little light and the water was just below my breast.
"Danny, I want to leave now."
"In a minute. Right now, this is all just perfect."
Just as he said it there was a huge explosion that seemed to go off almost overhead. It was the start of the fireworks. It had been well advertised that the display itself would be thirty-seven minutes long, so I knew my predicament would be short lived.
Danny was aware of it, too. Without a word or any warning, he pressed up hard against me, pinning me to the side of the pool. His mouth went to mine quickly, but strong and soft. He stayed there so long and searched my lips and tongue with such hunger that I responded, thinking that maybe this was all that he wanted. Through all my objections and misgivings, the thought crossed my mind that I had not been kissed like that for a long time. Though unwanted, it was nice.
I should have known that, under the circumstances, I was just kidding myself about his intentions. My hands had been on his chest the whole time in a feeble attempt to push him away. His hands went to the straps of my suit and pulled them down halfway to my bottom, the straps pinning both my arms to my side in the process.
Time was short, and that was the way he approached it. With no hesitation, he pulled my legs open and around his waist. That, along with the buoyancy of the water, caused me to rise up. My breasts surfaced totally out of the water and his mouth found them immediately.
"O-o-h-h-h." "U-m-m-m." The first sound coming out was mine; the second was his. I tensed and my head went back when his hot mouth closed over my nipples. Instinctively, I tried to move my hands but the straps had them pinned to my sides. I think the feeling of captivity added rather than detracted from the moment.
Our vision was starting to adjust to the dim illumination and through the flickering light of the fireworks exploding overhead I could watch him now. Mostly I just saw the top of his head as he gorged himself at my breasts, but at times he would just tease my rigid nipples with his tongue. When he did this he made an effort to look up at me, allowing direct eye-to-eye contact. Looking straight into his eyes while he teased my nipples was almost as big a turn-on as the actual attention he was giving my sensitive breasts.
I was giving in, and we both knew it. My legs had wrapped around his waist and, with what little mobility I had, my captured arms had reached out to hold his waist. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom through the slick material of my wet suit. The support he was giving me, along with the natural buoyancy of my body, created a surreal feeling of being suspended weightless there in the pool. Having never done it in the water before, the anticipation was starting to build and all thoughts of escape had vanished.
He sensed my readiness and removed my legs from around his waist. Lowering my suit off my arms and pulling it below my hips, he continued until I was free of it and it was dangling off one of my feet. He put both hands under my ass, lifting me until I had my head back on the ledge of the pool, my now twice supported body floating on top of the water.
"I've wanted to taste you so long. I can't put it off any longer." He slipped my legs over his shoulders, letting them float as he supported my ass with both hands and lowered his head to my crotch until his mouth was nearly in the water. Using his nose and mouth, he separated my nether lips and slid his tongue into me.
If I had any intentions of reaction or protesting, it all was brushed aside in an instant. Foregoing any small talk or foreplay, his mouth hungrily sought out and found my clit, hard and protruding in the water. As soon as his lips closed around it, he began a ferocious attack that caused me to buck up out of the water and against his mouth.
"A-a-i-i-e-e-e," spilled out of my mouth as my head stiffened back against the ledge of the pool and my legs went straight out. He was sucking hard on my over-stimulated clit, slipping it in and out of his hot mouth frantically. I glanced around quickly to see if we were alone, as if that would have changed anything. I tried to put my hands behind his head but found that I needed them against the side of the pool to support myself. He was going to be in complete control of all this.
"M-m-m-m-m." I wasn't going to last and I knew it. There was no question about subtle technique or anything else this time. What he was giving me was a non-stop, rapid, harsh sucking of my clit. And that was exactly where all my thoughts and sensations turned. All I was aware of was that small bundle of nerves and the mouth surrounding it. It was too much and I started a rapid rotation of my hips and started a slow moan. My orgasm was seconds away and we both knew it.
"N-o-o-o-o." It came out of me without thinking when he suddenly removed his mouth from me, leaving me thrashing about in frantic complaint through the water. It was like I had an internal bomb trying to explode, with the clock stuck on one second. It left me moaning out loud, grasping at him with my hands trying to pull him back to finish me. But when I saw he was just changing directions, I waited impatiently for him. Neither of us spoke while he lowered his own trunks down his legs then took my hand in his. When he put it around his erection and lowered his mouth to mine I closed my fingers around him, shocked at my aggressiveness and jolting at the sensation of another man in my hand, especially being totally wet. Without thinking, I started stroking it gently.
As the fireworks continued and the time was quickly expiring, I knew what he wanted and offered no resistance, using my hand to guide him into me. As soon as the head entered me, I moved my hand and he pressed forward. What a sensation! All that wetness being a totally new experience for me.
Time was a huge factor and he knew it. He finally removed his mouth from mine and we both gave out a big moan. He pulled my legs tightly around him and began a steady barrage of long, hard strokes into me. This was not sweet lovemaking, but a pounding, passion driven fuck! How much he wanted me was evident and I wasn't doing anything to discourage him. I was alternating between wrapping my legs around him and letting them float on their own from the lift of the water. The result was me riding pretty high out of the water, his face closer to my breasts than my mouth, so that's where he gave his attention.
"Come with me," he growled. He wasn't lasting very long. Caught up in his own rush for a release, he obviously didn't realize how high I was, my body poised for certain orgasm. I could feel him starting to speed up and his body tense.
"Come with me, Syndee," he repeated, so I guess he was looking for an answer. Even though I was riding high with him, I wasn't sure I would do it before he came. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and my legs tightly around him, moving my body back and forth to match his strokes.
"I'm there." It was more of a squeak coming out of me than anything else, trying to speak as my unpreventable release had started low inside me and was working itself up through my nervous system. Instead of it making me come, it just intensified it for him and he couldn't hold back his release.
"A-a-a-h-h-h." He muted his moan by taking a breast fully in his mouth. He never stopped the intense pounding as he came into me, squirting into me with a load I could actually feel as it ejected. I closed my eyes and willingly accepted his hardness inside me, as I felt it grow temporarily larger.
"O-o-o-o-h-h-h." I was now as caught up in the moment as he, the last few strokes with his expanded cock sending me over the top. I reacted by pumping my hips madly against him, letting the sensation of his hard cock fill me, just wallowing in the feel his length and thickness sliding in and out of me repeatedly on the slick film of his expended seed.
All the attention he was giving my mouth and nipples kept me at an electric, tingling level of excitement.
"I was hoping you would come with me," He admitted, his shaking, husky voice that of wondering appreciation. I knew he was right; we had hit our peaks together.
"Um, um, um, um." Instead of speaking to him, I was only able to give out small grunts as his steady strokes continued to impale me.
He started to slow down, bringing me with him. We both knew we were in peril of being discovered.
"Are you alright with this?" He had pulled out of me, causing us both to groan. He searched and found his trunks.
"It's… okay." It was no more than a whisper, certainly with no conviction. What was I to say? The reality of what had just happened was starting to break through the ecstasy. Here I was, in a pool with my husband's boss, where seconds before he had been buried deep inside me, his heart beating hard against mine, our lips locked in intense passion.
There was nobody to blame but myself and my explosive orgasm was not something I just imagined, but rather something I knew I would look back on with erotic thoughts.
"You don't act like it's okay. I'm sorry. I just wanted you so much." I realized that I was allowing him to put my suit back on me. All at once his touch seemed alien and I cringed at the touch. He must have sensed my reaction. Taking my hand, he led me back up to the stairs to get out of the pool.
We needed to leave. Just as we started back up the hill, I thought I saw just a quick glimpse of white on the other side of the bushes. It startled me, knowing that only Marty's swimsuit would stand out in the dark like that. I started to say something about it to Danny, but instead brushed it aside as me just being over-concerned about the situation and went on. We entered the other side of the house with the guest unnoticed and saw the finale of the show.
Neither of them ever made any reference to the event. The ball that Danny gave me turned out to be the "Grand Surprise." (Surprise, surprise) It was an all paid trip for two to the baseball All-Star game in Baltimore the following week. We went and had a wonderful time. I decided that it was Danny's way of saying that I was "paid in full."
I had no idea it was just a retainer fee. I'll have to tell you about it later. (Sorry, I'm a basketball mom!)