Mrs. Mills' Predicament

Looking for a way out, she immediately said, "What? No! I can't just leave work whenever I want."

I shot back, "Figure out something, tell the principal that you have a doctor's appointment, or that you are not feeling well," I continued, "When you leave work, come straight home, change into your bikini and go out back to the pool. I'll be waiting for you."

I turned around and started walking back to my house before she could reply. I glanced back and saw her still standing on the porch, tears welling up in her eyes, and seemly conflicted as to what she could do about the predicament she was in.

That night, I was again nervous and scared. I half expected to see a police car pull up to the house. When none did, I began to get excited about what the next day might bring. I tossed and turned most of the night before waking up extra early.

I got out of bed and sat up looking out my window towards the Mills' house. Right on time, I saw Mrs. Mills come out of her home with her kids in tow. She walked towards her car, nervously glancing toward my house the entire time.

At about 10:30 that morning, I showered and put on a t-shirt and my bathing suit, pulling the trunks over my semi-erect dick while thinking about Mrs. Mills.

I left my house with the bag containing the pictures and flash drive, and went straight to the Mills' front door. I searched for the key under the doormat, but it wasn't there. So, I went around to the side of the house to go through the gate in the fence, planning to go into the Mills' back yard that way. However, the gate was locked.

So, I returned home, went through the house and into our back yard, where I climbed the six foot wood fence that separated our yard from theirs and surrounded the Mill's entire back yard.

Once over the fence, I hid the pictures and flash drive in a bush in the corner of the yard, then went to the pool and dove in. After climbing out of the water, I laid in a poolside recliner facing the house and waited.

Finally at around 12:30, I heard a car pull into the Mills' driveway. I got up, ran to the fence line at the front of the house and and peaked through to make sure that it was Mrs. Mills... It was her, and she was alone... I watched her every step as she slowly walked towards her front door, head down, completely unaware that I was watching.

I returned to the recliner and laid back, watching the back sliding glass door and waiting for Mrs. Mills to come out of her house and into the back yard.

After impatiently waiting for almost 20 minutes, Mrs. Mills slid the back door open, wearing a light blue bath robe that was tied at the waist and extended to just above her knees.

She looked towards the pool from just outside the door and saw me. She looked nervous, but she looked even more disappointed, probably hoping against hope that I wouldn't be there. She closed the door and slowly walked towards the pool, where she stopped on the deck about five feet in front of me.

Lying back on the recliner watching her, I said, "I wasn't sure you were going to show up. But it's good that you did. I'll give you the pictures and the flash drive once you are done modeling."

Then in a sarcastic, disappointed, voice, I said, "I told you to come out of your house wearing your bikini, but you must not have understood. Why do you have a robe on?"

Again, tears began to well up in her eyes. But, without a word, she reached down and started to untie the sash that held the robe together at her waist. After, she untied the sash, her robe fell open showing just a glimpse of her green bikini as she put her hands back down at her sides.

I said, "Take the robe off, please." Tears still welling in her eyes, she pulled the robe off one shoulder at a time and it dropped to the ground.

She was now standing directly in front of me in the same green bikini that she had on in the pictures. However, the bikini now looked just a bit small on her now. She had obviously gained a few pounds since the pictures were taken.

Her curves were a bit curvier now and the bikini bottoms barely covered her privates, as I could clearly see bare skin in the crease between her legs and pelvic area. Her breasts also looked fuller, with her cleavage being pushed up by the bikini. Her face was slowly flushing red.

"Very nice," I said, "Go ahead and walk back and forth on the deck a few times."

After quickly walking down the deck and back, she stopped in front of me and said, "There... now give me the pictures."

"Do it again, but slow down," I said, "No hurry, we have all afternoon."

Looking angry, she slowed her pace and walked down the deck and back again until she was then standing in front of me again, hands at her sides.

"Better, I said, "Now turn around with your back to me."

Turning a deeper shade of red, she slowly turned around. Her butt now facing me, her lower ass cheeks were peeking out just a little below her now-too-small bikini.

"Very good," I said, "You can go ahead and jump in the pool now, you look like you need to cool off."

After briefly glaring at me, she walked around to the steps of the pool and walked into the shallow water. She continued into the deep end of the pool and went completely under the water. When she came up, she held onto the side of the pool opposite of where I was sitting looking away from me, and towards the house.

At this point, I figured I'd take it further. What did I have to lose?

I said, "I think maybe we should recreate some of those poses, Gloria. Can I call you Gloria?"

She quickly turned toward me and said, "Absolutely not. Those pictures are my private property and I will not be blackmailed. And, no, you can not call me Gloria!"

I sat up in the recliner and confidently replied, "OK, fine, I think that it's time for those pictures go public."

She whined back, "You said that you would give me the pictures once I modeled the bikini, you can't do this!"

"I will give them back," I firmly replied, "But not until you are done with the entire modeling session. Now, get out of the pool and stand in front of me!"

She hesitated, but then slowly paddled towards the shallow end of the pool and walked up the steps, slowly rising up out of the water. She walked over and stood directly in front of me as I laid back into the recliner.

She was a beautiful sight. Her wet hair falling to her shoulders, her too-small, wet bikini stuck to her body with droplets of water dripping down her arms, chest, stomach and legs. Her now erect nipples were poking at her bikini top, the result of the cold pool water.

"Now," I said, "It's time for you to lift that bikini top up so I can see your tits."

She looked at me scared as tears began to pour from her eyes and down her cheeks. But, she shyly began to lift her top upwards, from below the cups of the bikini top.

I said, "All the way off."

She pulled the bikini top free, dropped it on the ground and shyly covered her breasts with her arms.

"Hands to your sides," I said.

She slowly lowered her arms, exposing her surprisingly pert tits and erect, light pink nipples. Her tan lines outlined the shape of a one-piece bathing suit across her chest above her breast, with strap lines over her shoulders.

I said, "Turn around and face the other way."

She slowly turned around.

"Now, slowly start pulling down your bottoms," I said.

After a long hesitation, she cried, "Please don't make me do this!"

I replied, "It's your choice. You can do what you want! But I will release those pictures if you don't do what I say!"

Hesitating, she put her fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottoms and slowly began to pull them downward. Her bikini bottoms slid below her waist, and then down below her ass cheeks, and to her mid thighs.

I could see the distinctive tan line between her bare, bright white ass and her nicely tanned legs. She kept her legs tightly together the entire time and had to force the bottoms to her ankles while bending down to reach them. Then she stood up straight still facing away from me, legs together.

I said, "Step out of the bikini bottoms and spread your legs apart. Then bend over and look back at me between your legs, just like in the picture I found."

She again hesitated. Then, not saying a word, she spread her feet apart and slowly bent at the waist, and when she bent far enough, she looked back between her legs.

Now, I had a clear view of her bare pussy between her legs, while Mrs. Mills had a clear view of my bathing suit, where my now hardening cock was poking into the fabric of my trunks, creating a tent.

I carefully lifted my bathing suit up over my erection, slid it down my legs and off, and slowly started stroking my now rock hard 6-inch erection.

Mrs. Mills' eyes got wide at the sight of my hard cock and she quickly stood back up, still facing away from me.

Still not turning around to look at me, she cried, "This was not part of the deal, I'm done!" as she starting walking towards the house.

I replied with confidence, "No, you are not done. You will be done when this modeling session is over. Now, turn around and come here!"

She stopped in her tracks, and after a long hesitation, Mrs. Mills shoulders slouched in defeat, and she turned around and walked back towards me, bare tits gently swaying before she stopped a foot in front of the recliner.

Her pussy was now just feet in front of my face, pussy lips exposed under her small brown triangle of pubic hair.

I said, "Now spread your legs... a little further... good. Now walk forward, keeping your legs apart so they are outside of the edge of the recliner."

She spread her legs further, still standing in front of me and scooted forward, her legs several feet apart and her knees straddling the outside of the recliner. She scooted forward until her pussy was right in front of my face, as I sat up higher in the recliner.

Her neatly trimmed triangle and fully exposed pussy lips were now level with my face and just inches away. I could smell the sex between her legs as I quickly leaned forward and began to lick and suck at her pussy, inserting my tongue into her. Mrs. Mills, standing knees slightly parted, gasped, her knees buckling slightly.

I pulled my head away and said, "Now, sit down on my dick."

Again, without a word, she slowly lowered herself down on top of me. "Put in in," I said.

She reached between my legs and guided my erect cock into her tight pussy. For a minute or two I slowly pumped my dick up into her as she sat completely still.

But as I continued, her body began to betray her and I could tell she was aroused. She slowly began to reciprocate, working her pussy up and down over my cock.

Then as we continued to fuck, she began to furiously bounce on my dick as her hips gyrated and ground down on my hard cock.

I felt like I would explode at any second and said, "Stop!".

She didn't stop, but she slowed. So I pulled back, slipped my dick out of her pussy and said, "Now suck it."

Looking frustrated, she slid down the recliner and slid her lips over my cock. After just a few downward bobs of her mouth over my dick, I shuddered and shot a load into the back of her throat.

Her eyes widened as she pulled her head back, when a second shot of cum blasted into her face and onto her forehead. As my jizz dripped down into her eyes she wiped her face with her hand and quickly stood up, walking quickly away and towards the house.

I immediately hopped out of the recliner following her and said, "I think you need to clean up now."

She continued walking, but I quickly ran up behind her, grabbed her by the waist, rubbing my now softening cock against her ass and butt crack. She tried to pull away, but I lifted her an inch or two off of the ground and rotated her toward the edge of the pool as I continued to grip her waist from behind.

I nudged her forward and over the edge of the pool where we both plunged into, and, under the water, while I continued holding onto her waist. As we bobbed back up to the surface, I spun her in my arms and kissed her hard, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. She did not pull back, but she definitely did not reciprocate.

I let go of Mrs. Mills and swam to the shallow end of the pool. I walked up the steps and got out. Grabbing a towel off of a chair, I dried my body as I walked, naked, toward the bush hiding the pictures and flash drive.

I pulled the bag out from the bush and walked back to the deck, where Mrs. Mills was still in the water, but walking up the steps and out of the pool. I walked straight to her, holding the bag up as I looked over her naked body one last time.

I stepped to within just a few inches of her naked body - face to face. Then, reaching around her, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her towards me, giving her one last, long, hard kiss on the lips. Again, I forced my tongue into her mouth, and she stood still, allowing me to kiss her. But, as before, she did not return the passion.

After the kiss, I stepped back and smiled at her. I handed her the bag with the photos and hard drive and walked away, heading home.

For the next several months, I never had any interaction with Mrs. Mills. She purposely avoided me whenever we were in proximity of each other. But, she kept her word and never told anybody about what I had done, as far as I knew.

Did I mention that I still had copies of Mrs. Mills' pictures on my computer?