A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 24

"No, thank you, that's very nice, but I really should head home after this."

"Suit yourself. Feel free to change your mind. Tim, I'm going to go get changed. I'll meet you up at the pool. Finish up and stop working this poor boy to death!"

"He's getting paid," Tim laughed. "But I suppose a swim would be good. Be up in a few minutes."

Gwen turned to leave. "Good bye, Mrs. Nelson." She looked back over her shoulder to see Andrew smiling weakly, the heat and his embarrassment turning his face scarlet red.

"Good bye, Andrew. If I don't see you in a bit, I'll see you Monday."

Gwen made her way back to the house, again stripping off her shirt as she closed the kitchen door behind her. Her senses returned as she savored the cool of the air-conditioning, the chill only making her nipples stand even more erect. Her modest one-piece suit and robe were selected, just in case Andrew did change his mind. His truck was still there as she carried a pitcher of sweet tea and three glasses up the hillock to the pool. Gwen put everything down and jumped over the side into the refreshing water, aware how restrictive this suit now felt after a summer of skinnydipping.

The sound of Andrew's truck starting, then crunching across the gravel told her had had declined her offer. Tim's head bobbed up the stairs a few moments later.

"No Andrew?" Gwen asked as she climbed on to the pool deck to pour her husband a glass of iced tea.

"Nope, no Andrew. I think you embarrassed the hell out of him when you asked about his choice of swimwear. That, and I think the outfit you wore riding had him thinking impure thoughts. Hell, it had me thinking impure thoughts. I mean, those jeans, the boots...and if I didn't know better, I'd have sworn you weren't wearing a bra!"

It was now Gwen's turned to blush furiously. "Do you think it was too slutty for him to see? I mean, he's young, and he works for us..."

Naw," Tim laughed. "Let him look. If he gets over being so goddamned shy, maybe he'll find someone who can wear that half as well as you."

She finished pouring and handed him the glass. "Well, since he's gone..." Gwen began to wriggle out of the wet suit, pushing it down over her hips until it lay about her ankles. Tim took a swig, set down the drink, and stripped as well.

The couple entered the water together, lazy paddling quickly discarded for a passionate embrace and kiss. She listened for the sound of a vehicle turning into their yard even while her hands instinctively found his manhood and began to tease it into full bloom. Strong hands eventually found her thighs and wrapped them around his hips, the length between his legs nestled between her lips.

"Shall we go inside?" she murmured as she broke the kiss.

"Nope. Nice day out here." Tim began to walk towards the steps, Gwen wrapped about his waist. She dropped her legs to stand and gave him a confused look as he reached the first tread.

Tim smiled confidently. "Go bend over the table."

"Out here?"

"Why not? Beautiful day, the umbrella gives us some shade..."

"But outside? Where people might see us?"

"Like who?"

Gwen searched for an answer, trying to explain that anyone could drive up at any moment.

"Go bend over the table," Tim repeated again, smile gone, more authority in his voice this time. She did as she was told, hurrying across the hot concrete warming the soles of her feet. Tim followed after her, an upturned ass presented to him as Gwen propped her elbows on the Plexiglass surface of the table and stared ahead. His foot was inserted between her ankles, firmly pushing to the right, then the left, until he had her spread to his satisfaction. Gwen could feel the head of his penis search briefly for her opening, and then, with a gentle push, he was in her.

Tim's hand made its way around her hip and down to the point of the vee of pubic hair Natalie had left. His middle finger found its way to her clitoris and began to circle while his hips began thrusting. The way Tim had used her body first thing in the morning, her attire and her ride had taken their toll, and she began to climax after a few moments of her husband's attention. Tim's hand retreated as Gwen's legs momentarily lost their will to stand in the explosion of pleasure, and only his hold on her hips and his cock in her pussy kept her from falling.

He waited patiently until her strength and senses had returned, then began his assault again, the force of hips meeting ass making her breasts jiggle and wobble beneath her. Her husband's hands continued to grip her hips tighter and tighter and pull her to him, trying to get every last bit of his cock inside of her.

Gwen expected him to fill her any second now, and was surprised when his length was pulled from her before sliding up and forward between the globes of her bum. The feel of his manhood as it slid across her rosebud and up to the small of her back shocked her as the tingle from the bundle of nerves about her anus reached her brain. She struggled to help him find his way back into her channel, sure that Tim had drawn back a bit too far in his thrusting and would be looking for the correct path to allow him his release, but strong hands held her firmly in place as she felt the first warm spurt land just below her shoulder blades. Tim's hips continued to jerk in short thrusts as he released himself on her. After his ejaculation had been reduced to dribbles, he stepped back and inserted himself one more time, then stepped away to allow her to stand.

Gwen looked about nervously, fearful they might have been observed and heard a splash behind her as Tim dropped back into the pool. He beckoned to her, and she joined him. Tim smiled and gathered her in his arms again.

"Good idea, that swim."