Discovering Cindy Martin

I couldn't believe she was offering to let me lounge with her in a hot tub for the evening and sip wine. I couldn't believe she wanted to spend time with me at all for that matter. I imagined Cindy could have had her pick of any of the men in the neighborhood she desired. She was so beautiful. Cindy practically defined that "girl-next-door" quality, only translating it to a more mature taste. As my mind played with the idea of her in a bathing suit, I barely noticed how hard my heart was pounding in my chest.

***

As the large, wooden-slat side gate clicked shut behind me I was greeted by Cindy. She peeked around the corner of the house and grinned broadly, beckoning me with her hand. Her hair was pulled back and her body encased in a simple, one-piece bathing suit. It was a modest outfit, and yet it was almost as tantalizing as a string bikini would have been. The neck of the suit dipped down low enough to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage while the bottom of the form fitting apparel cut high up her thighs and to her hips.

"Back here," she said.

"Wow," I marveled at the large hot tub on her mahogany stained deck, "That's almost a swimming pool."

"Isn't it great?" she beamed proudly, "I won't say how much it cost, but once you're in it you can feel where the money went."

I stepped up on the porch and braced myself against the side of the tub, taking a moment to brush away the stray blades of grass and dirt that I had collected on the bottom of my feet on the way over. The steam from the tub was thick, a faint aroma of chlorine lofting in the air. As we walked up the small staircase to the tub I couldn't help but glance at her ass. Cindy seemed to be oblivious to my staring as she settled into the water.

"You might want to take your shirt off," she said.

"Oh," I stood in the tub, "Right."

I took my shirt off and sat down on one of the smooth fiberglass seats. The water churned and boiled around my body, submersed to the nipple line. I was thankful for the bubbly froth swirling on the surface of the water. It hid the fact I had already sprouted a tremendous erection just being this close to her. Cindy smiled at me from across the hot tub as the setting sun turned the sky orange and red. Purple and blue shadows crept across the yard as we sat there, enjoying the strong mini-currents of the tub.

"This feels so good," I breathed and leaned back, my arms resting on the edge of the tub, "You shouldn't have shown me this."

"And why not?" she asked.

"You'll never be rid of me."

"I can live with that," Cindy laughed.

We sat there for a while, just talking and getting to know each other a little bit more. My fears and apprehension about what had happened in her kitchen the day before seemed to melt away.

"So how is it you don't have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"After my divorce, I just didn't feel the need for a relationship," Cindy smiled and reclined back. Her breasts were undeniable and daring me to look at them.

"Can I ask what happened?"

"The short version of it all is that I married a man I didn't really know," she said, "We rushed things and in the end it was just a little too much for both of us to handle."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," she smiled and touched my calf with her foot reassuringly, "Even if we had got along there still would have been that other thing."

"Other thing?"

"I can't have children," she said, "For whatever reason, my oven heats up just fine but won't bake anything."

"Jesus," I looked at her.

"He left me for a woman who could have children," Cindy explained, "And to be honest, I was glad to see him go."

"And the idea of adoption never occurred to him?"

"Oh it did," she said, "He just never liked the idea."

"What an asshole."

"Yep," she nodded, "But in all fairness, I could be a bitch too."

"I doubt that."

"You don't think I could be a bitch if I wanted to?"

"I'm not saying that," I laughed as our legs rested next to each other, "I'm just saying that I don't think you come by it naturally."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yep."

Cindy eyed me curiously.

"Look," I said, "If you were a bitch, I doubt very much I'd be here with you right now after what I did to your kitchen."

Cindy laughed. "You got a point."

She reached over to the wooden shelf just behind the tub and showed me the wine bottle and two glasses. She poured out a generous amount into both glasses and handed one to me. I took it and thanked her. She sat the bottle back on the shelf and settled in to her seat. Holding her glass up she said, "Here's to new friendships..."

"...asshole ex-husbands..." I added

"...flooded kitchens..." she laughed.

"... and a beautiful new neighbor," I touched my glass to hers. She smiled genuinely at me.

"Thank you," she blushed, the Texan accent doing it's best to hide her smile.

"No, thank you," I sipped the wine, "I love that drawl."

"You don't think it's too heavy?"

"I think it's endearing and sexy."

Cindy blushed, "Okay, now you're embarrassing me."

"What? It's the truth," I insisted. It was the truth.

"Well you'd best be careful how you flatter," she winked at me devilishly as the water boiled around us, "Or I might not let you out of this tub."

"And that would be a horrible thing," I rolled my eyes, taking another drink. I was trying my best to be polite and not stare, but her breasts were irresistible. I finally gave up and stole a long glance at them as my cock began to erect even more. I knew I had to do something about it or I was going to be at attention all night long. I sat my wine glass down on the edge of the tub and asked, "Where's your bathroom at?"

"In the house," she grinned.

"Uh huh, thank you smart ass," I laughed, "Where at in the house?"

"Through the kitchen and then the last door at the end of the hall."

"Thank you," I smiled and carefully maneuvered myself out of the tub, "I'll be back in a flush."

***

Once in the bathroom, I yanked my shorts off and leaned myself against the counter. My cock was aching for attention, and I had to take care of it now. As I rubbed my head, smearing precum around generously I imagined Cindy in the hot tub with me. I fantasized about how I wanted the evening to play out. In my mind, I pictured the scenario...

'Cindy floats over to me and settles herself between my legs, her back to me before leaning against my chest. We drink our wine, watching the stars slowly dot across the sky. The only sound we can hear is the churning of the water and the beating of our hearts. My fingers run across her shoulders, neck and down her arms causing small goose bumps to form there. She shivers delightfully. I can see Cindy's nipples all ready beginning to press out the fabric of her bathing suit.

She cradles her head into the side of my neck as my fingers slide lightly across her throat and down over the tops of her breasts. She pushes back into me, her ass round and firm against my erection. Her lips part and her tongue runs across them briefly, wetting them before she kisses my neck.

"I want you," she says to me, "I want you now..."

"I want you too," I reply, my hands sliding the straps of her swimsuit down to her biceps.

"Don't stop," she murmurs.

I slowly pulled on the top of her suit, rolling the wet spandex fabric down over the impressive curve of her breasts. Slowly but surely I watch the slow reveal of her breasts and hard nipples. I cup her tits in my hands and massage the fleshy orbs back and forth, her nipples erect and prominent against my palms. She smiles at me and grinds her ass against my throbbing cock.

Cindy turns and whispers, "That feels so good."

I feel her hands on my hips, grabbing at my shorts and pulling them down forcefully. I lift my hips as Cindy pulls my trunks down to my feet and then off completely. She holds them up before me and then tosses them away. I give her a devilish grin and pull her to me as she turns around and faces me. We begin kissing, her tits pushing into my chest as my hands run down her back and into the remainder of her bathing suit.

Cindy allows me to slide her suit down even further, exposing her nice round ass. She smiles and pulls away for a moment, finishing the task of removing her clothing. I watch her with giddy anticipation, her naked body glistening in the dusky light. She then comes back to me, her hand finding its way easily below the water and wrapping itself around my hard seven and a half inch cock.

"What should we do now?" she asks.

"Well," I whisper into her ear. "You should let me eat your pussy..."

"Really?"

"Really."

I stand up, pulling Cindy with me and sit her on the hot tub ledge, which is about a foot wide. I lower my face between her open legs as water cascades off her body, draining in long streams. I press my lips against her cunt and then begin licking. I work my way up and down her slit, loving her sex as she moans and smiles. I then turn my attention to her clit, sucking the protective hood into my mouth and coaxing her hard button out.

Cindy cries out a little under the ministrations of my tongue as I flick her clit and tease her. Her hips shake and buck against my mouth as her hands clasp her tits, her fingers rubbing and playing with her nipples. I can feel her thighs quivering as I work hard to bring the orgasm out of her.

"Oh God...Don't stop...Fuck...." she breathes in between groans and feminine moans of pleasure.

I begin machine-gunning her clit, rapidly firing down on the hypersensitive button. Cindy gasps and throws her head back as I work her clit over. I can feel her juices running down my chin and neck, her scent powerful yet subtle against the chlorine. She pulls my head into her, burying my face in her sopping sex. The heat from her womanhood is intense, her flavor unique and sweet.

Her pussy begins quivering, and I know she is coming close to her climax. My tongue licks up and down her slit, my fingers spreading her wide open and my tongue plunging into her wet hole. Her pussy contracts around my tongue as my thumb rides her clit. The orgasm rages through her like a firestorm, burning away her reason and control...'

And then my body seized up as my orgasm tore through my body. I gripped the counter as semen spurted out of my swollen purple head in long thick ropes. It splattered to the linoleum floor of the bathroom and across my toes. I gasped for breath and steadied myself, rubbing out the last of my climax. My head was spinning from the powerful release, my legs shaking. Finally, it stopped and I was able to move again.

I quickly pulled some tissue of the roll next to the toilet and cleaned up my mess, being sure to wipe my toes off. The sticky fluid was thick and white as I scooped it up and tossed the used tissues into the toilet bowl. Once certain I had gotten everything (that was all I needed, Cindy finding semen on her bathroom floor after I had flooded her kitchen floor...) I flushed the toilet and switched off the light. I took a moment to readjust my equipment and then walked back down the hall.

***

Cindy had leaned her head back on the edge of the tub and her eyes were closed. Apparently she didn't hear the sliding glass door shut as I returned from the bathroom. Midnight sky and sparkling stars had eclipsed the last of the fiery daylight, the only noise being the endless bubbling of the tub. I stood at the edge of the tub and watched her with a silent curiosity. Cindy was absolutely beautiful, a woman completely out of my league. What's more is I knew it. I wondered if she did too?

She looked so relaxed and peaceful lounging there. In fact, she looked like she was sleeping. That thought bottomed my heart out. I was the guy who had bored her into an early slumber. Instead of wooing her I had become the human equivalent of Nyquil and knocked her out.

And then I noticed that the straps of her bathing suit were gone. After a brief cursory glance around the tub, I realized that Cindy was naked. Her suit was draped on the edge of the tub next to her head. Her full breasts bobbed to the swirling motion of the water in a hypnotic tease. My pulse raced as I immediately tried to peer through the roiling water at her naked body.

I watched her face, expecting her to open her eyes and see me standing there at any moment. Then I noticed the quick, subtle jerking motions of her arm. Cindy grimaced and bit her lower lip. With a growing realization, I followed the motions of her arm into the water. As the steam curled around us, I was surprised to find that she was masturbating.

I didn't know what to do as I watched her. It was such an unexpected twist that I was completely off guard. All I could do was watch her lose herself in her own pleasures and fantasies. A small smile spread across her lips, a throaty moan escaping her throat that was straining to be silent. I debated whether or not to walk away, to leave her there and not assume anything.

Instead, I moved silently back into the tub with her. Apparently, she was still not aware of my presence. With only a few feet between us I watched her face as my cock grew rigid in my shorts again, the hot water only intensifying my arousal. Her left hand emerged from the water to her breast and gently massaged her nipple in small circles. Her right arm began moving visibly faster beneath the water.

Sweat trickled down her face and neck as she worked herself harder and faster. I was so horny I could hardly see straight. I was seized with the sudden urge to touch myself, to grab my cock and begin stroking it. I was confronted with two possibilities, one being she was purposefully enticing me or she just thought she had enough time to slam an orgasm before I got back.

I removed my shorts and grasped my now rock hard penis with my right hand. I shivered, her small moans and coos like an audio aphrodisiac. I squeezed my head for a moment and then began to stroke my shaft. My eyes locked on her emotive countenance as I tried to match her sensual pace.

With each twitch, grimace and smile of pleasure my excitement increased. I couldn't stop myself as she began to near her climax. Her breathing was fast and shallow as her face began flushing red along with her chest. I could see her nipples were erected in the water, the small pink areolas tight around the sensitive nubs. Her lips drew back from her teeth as she smiled.

She stretched suddenly and let out a small moan as her orgasm swept over her. The water splashed and I paused my hand motions, watching her in complete awe. Her eyes fluttered open and I knew she was going to scream at me for my voyeurism. Our eyes locked and instead of scornful accusation she smiled at me. She said, "What does a girl have to do to get your attention?"

"That was amazing," I said, my cock still hard and throbbing in my hand.

"You liked that?"

"Yes," I said honestly.

"Well," she said confidentially, "I liked knowing you were watching me."

"Really?"

"Why else would I have done it so openly like that?"

I smiled and shrugged dumbly.

She sat up, completely unfettered by her nudity. My eyes immediately went to her glistening breasts and the hard nubs protruding out from the fleshy mounds. She said, "Do aggressive women frighten you?"

"No," I gulped.

"Good," she smiled, "Because I don't think subtle works very well with you."

"I just never assume," I replied.

"Is that a fact?"

I nodded.

"Let me see what's in your hand," she whispered.

"What?" I laughed nervously.

"You know what," she teased and tilted her head to one side, "I want to watch you play with yourself. After all, you just watched me didn't you?

"Are you sure?" I responded, feeling more and more confident and yet not entirely convinced this wasn't some oversexed dream of mine.

"Come on, sit on the edge of the tub and let me watch you. I have always wanted to watch a man jack off," she said, her sexy tone underscored by eager anticipation.

I stood up slowly, my cock still in my hand. As I sat against the edge and braced myself up, the length of my penis bounced back and forth. Steam roiled around us as the evening became cool and far more fall like than any night prior. I grasped my hard erection and met her gleaming eyes. It was a smoldering look of passion that I hadn't experienced in years. Her eyes trailed down my body and to my penis as I began stroking.

"Nice" she whispered as she watched me, her voice sounded husky and sensual, "You have a beautiful dick."

"Thank you," I blushed. I literally blushed.

"Start stroking your cock for me," she said, "I want you to stroke your self and cum for me."

I began stroking my shaft, alternately rubbing my head as I closed my eyes and tried to remain focused. I couldn't believe this was even happening.

"Keep your eyes on me," she said as she began rubbing her nipples, rolling them back and forth between her thumbs and forefingers. "I want to see it all."

"Okay," I whispered, already feeling the throes of an orgasm latch into my body.

"Do you want me, Dennis?" she whispered huskily as she kneaded her tits, pressing them together and teasing me as I stroked myself faster.

"Yes," I managed to say.

"Good," she told me, "Because I want you too..."

My second orgasm of the evening was building quickly. She asked, "Would you like to fuck me, Dennis?"

"Yes."

"Do you want fuck my tits?"

"Yes," I moaned as I watched her lick her nipples, her tongue slowly circling each nub and then disappearing into her mouth as she sucked on one, and then the other.

"Would you like to fuck my tits, Dennis?" she asked again, driving her point home.

"God yes," the words staggered out of my mouth as I felt the heat rising from deep within my sex. Just the thought of my cock between her huge tits was enough to make me feel lightheaded. Cindy saw my impending orgasm building to a roar as she slipped her fingers into her cunt and began masturbating again. She brought a wet finger to her mouth as she played with her nipple, and sucked on it.

"I want you Dennis..."

And then I came. I cried out as every muscle in my body tightened and I released my load, grunting against my teeth as hot cum jetted from the tip of my cock in a powerful, long stream. The first wad spattered against her chest, resting atop her left breast before beginning to slide down into the water. I blasted spurt after spurt of semen in thick ropes that landed heavily in the water and floated into the froth.

I only shivered and smiled as my orgasm ebbed away.

"You know what it puts me in the mood for?"

"What?"

"Fucking each other," she said huskily, "Would you like that?"

"Oh Cindy," I managed, "More than anything."

"Then take me," she whispered, "Fuck me..."

I slid down into the hot water and sat between her legs, my cock brushing against her thigh as I lowered my head and kissed her left nipple. She whimpered as my mouth enclosed her nub and my tongue began lapping at it. Instinctively she grasped my penis and began to stroke it.

"Is this crazy?" she whispered into my ear as she changed position and placed her buttocks on my lap, her legs moving to clamp my hips. She moved forward until her labia brushed my balls, her hand forcefully stroking my cock.

"It's insane," I breathed.

"We can stop if you're uncomfortable," Cindy said, her body electrifying mine.

"No," I shook my head.

She grasped my cock and rose slightly from the water, placing it at her warm wet entrance. Slowly she lowered herself onto me. I was instantly lost in the sensations of the hot, tight passage of her sex. We kissed deeply as I slid into her slowly, stretching her out. Our tongues rolled together wetly as her pussy clenched and pulled at my hard length. My cock completely submerged in her body, and we remained still for a minute as we kissed feverishly.