Jenny at the Pool

Jenny sprawled face down on the beach chair, luxuriating on the feel of the warm sun on her back.  Her hair dangled in a curtain around her face so hat the only thing she could see was the blue tile surrounding the pool.

Last night had been the perfect beginning to her weekend:  a nameless, faceless romp with no strings.  She wondered if she would ever encounter that man again, then mocked herself for wondering.  The whole point was not to get too attached, even if he had been perfect.



She jumped as a hand, warmer even than the sun, slid up her left calf, past her knee, into the crevice of her thighs.  Another hand slid from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, then down to spread her ass cheeks.  She bucked as fingers pushed into the slick pussy he had just exposed.

This was a different man.  She could tell, though he hadn't said a word.  His hands felt different--longer, lighter.

Then he was behind her, spreading her legs farther apart.  The lounge chair was wide and sturdy, allowing them room to maneuver.  He was between her knees, licking her spine, up to the back of her neck, then one hand snaked beneath her, splitting her labia so that he could massage her clit as he teased her cunt with the head of his cock.

Then in, he went deep in her.  He was longer than the first man, not as thick.  She pushed her ass up against him, trying not to moan like a porn star, but his fingers were magical on her clit and she came suddenly, grinding her pussy back against him.  He gasped and held her hips snugly against him with one arm as the other hand still teased and stroked her swollen clit.  She sank back onto the lounge as he pulled gently out then dropped a casual kiss on her shoulder.

Despite listening, she never heard him leave.