Regifting Ch. 03

Cautiously lifting herself on her arm, Nikki stretched, her breasts jutting forward as Brad watched. As soon as she was done she flopped down next to him, her body relaxed as the two rested.

It wasn't too long before her perky voice announced, "Let's get cleaned up," and she sat upright.

"Mrph," was all Brad could muster as his tired body refused his efforts to come fully awake.

Lightly smacking his thigh, Nikki crawled off the bed and stood over him.

"It's getting late," she told him.

Grumbling, Brad finally forced himself to move and looking at the clock saw it was already late morning. Rolling his head to the side, he looked at the exquisite form standing next to him and reached out with his hand to take hold of hers, Nikki smiling as she waited for him to move.

As if to urge him on, Nikki leaned over and told him, "Come on, let's go. I promise you won't have to worry until tonight," and gave him a peck on the lips.

Lightly laughing, Brad rolled out of bed and followed her to the bathroom where she ran the water until warm. Checking to see that their towels from yesterday were nearby, Brad entered the shower and found Nikki standing under the watery streams. She smiled when she opened her eyes and pressed her body against his as she kissed him.

"Now you can help me," she told him, remembering his question from the other day.

Still tired from their morning romp, Brad's spirit did perk up a bit when she handed him a washcloth and soap. Making sure he had a good lather, he switched positions with her and turned the water down to a trickle. Turning her around, he started with her shoulders, running the wet, soapy cloth down her arms then back up to scrub her back. He applied firm pressure, Nikki's body flexing as the cloth moved over her.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at Brad, momentarily watching as his attention was focused on washing the delectable curves of her ass. Realizing he was being watched, he glanced up and gave her a quick smile, his hand moving in circles as he made sure to scrub every inch of her exposed skin.

"Having fun?" she joked, twisting herself to look down as Brad knelt to wash her legs.

"A bit," he replied, looking up and pausing for a moment. As if to tease her, he reached up and attempted to squeeze her ass, his fingers barely able to gain traction against the soapy flim. Initially thwarted, he resumed scrubbing a leg but left his hand rest on the rounded pleasure, sliding it across the previously smooth surface now coated in small goose bumps. Before he stood he deliberately slid his thumb between her divide, the taut muscles of Nikki's ass clenching against his finger to momentarily hold it in place.

As he stood, Nikki giggled and turned to face him, her arms instinctively wrapping behind his neck as she kissed him.

"I thought I'm supposed to be washing you," Brad joked when his lips were free to move.

"You are," she told him, her blue eyes dancing with mirth. A hand went to his face and a finger dragged across his two day growth of stubble, the sandpaper-like friction stuttering the movement. Letting her arms down, Nikki took a half-step back and waited for Brad to finish.

Starting again at the top, Brad worked his way down, swirling the cloth over, under and around her breasts which bounced to his ministrations. Not wasting the opportunity, he cupped one with his free hand, the slick surface sliding easily beneath his hand as he swept it across her nipple.

"Found something to play with?" she casually asked.

Grinning, he answered, "For the moment."

Moving down her body, he again knelt before her and washed her clean, his hand sweeping across the nearly nude triangle between her legs before standing and letting her move under the shower. The blast of water shot a spray of soap into the air before Nikki turned this way and that to rinse herself clean. Brad watched from the back of the shower, almost leering as the young, nubile body seemingly put itself on display for his pleasure. The water spilled over her exquisite form, waterfall-like cascades falling from her breasts as she stood with her back to the water.

Once rinsed clean, Nikki picked up the second washcloth and performed the same ritual on him as he had done to her. Though nowhere near recovered, she wrapped her fingers around his slick dick and slid them back and forth, grinning as he looked at her play with him.

"You know nothing's going to happen for a while?" he asked, letting her continue if only because it felt good.

"Uh huh," she quipped, giving him a playful peck. As she continued, she used her other hand to run the washcloth over those parts of his body she could reach. When she could do no more, she let go of his dick and knelt to finish his legs then turned him around and started from the bottom up.

When she came to his ass she slipped a finger between his cheeks and wiggled it against him, Brad's hips jerking forward at her touch.

"Getting a little personal, aren't we?" he asked as he turned his head to look at her.

"Just playing," she told him. "Besides, if you did it to me, I should be able to do it to you."

Almost before her words finished crossing her lips Brad's heart skipped a beat or two. Though he had done it to her, and Casey twice, the idea of it being done to him was foreign. He had never considered it and with one exception, the women of his past had never offered.

He didn't say a word as he turned away from her and let her finish, the warm spray of water rinsing him clean also relaxing him.

Without further ado the two finished with Nikki telling him he should shave as he was rougher than she expected. While Brad took care of this bit, Nikki dried herself and applied lotion to her skin, the sound of the hair dryer mixing in for a time, and by the time Brad was done she was back to her polished self.

"So how does it feel?" she asked out of nowhere while Brad dried himself

"How does what feel?" he replied, unsure of the point of her question.

"This," she said as she came up to him and cupped his nude ball sack. With a light touch she jiggled him in her hand, the skin having a texture of very soft, thin leather.

"Oh," Brad answered, standing still as she pressed her hand gently against him and rubbed in small circles. "It's different, that's for sure!"

He wasn't kidding. The sensation of being devoid of hair where it had once been for decades gave him a sense of lightness, an almost airy feeling which didn't seem odd.

The two giggled as Nikki continued for a few more moments then left him to finish. Stepping from the bathroom he was confronted by another of those sights which made him stop in his tracks. Her back to him, Nikki was partially bent over as she slipped on the bottom half of a different bikini, this time a French blue color. He couldn't be sure, but it looked to him as if this pair was cut more narrow, diving between her cheeks such that her already magnificent ass was enhanced even more.

As she bent over to retrieve her top out of her duffel, she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye and turned her head, giving him a quick smile before continuing. From this angle her breasts hung free, their normally teardrop shape elongated until she stood and covered them with the top.

Taking a moment to adjust herself, she came up to Brad and turned around, telling him, "Would you mind?"

"Do I have to?" he joked, his arms snaking under hers which held her top to her breasts, his hands coming to rest on hers.

"Yes," Nikki giggled as his lips kissed her neck. "I'm going outside for a bit and while you wouldn't mind, I do."

Despite their time together, Brad just then realized that for all her carefree demeanor, she had her limits and going topless in public was one of them. Sliding his hands back, he secured her top, making sure the straps were lying flat before turning away from her to complete his morning routine.

"You okay?" Nikki asked, a look nearing concern on her face.

"Yeah, why?"

"You turned away so quickly."

With a small snort, Brad told her, "If I didn't, I'd be hypnotized with a stupid look on my face as I stared at your ass while you walked away."

Laughing heartily, Nikki went to him and gave him a kiss on his now shaven face before returning to her items and putting on her heels.

"Now what?" he asked, looking at this display despite his most recent statement not to.

"Just giving you something else to stare at for a bit." Her smile, while captivating, had a lecherous undertone, as if she enjoyed teasing him.

As he watched, she gracefully turned on the balls of her feet, her elegant legs elongated further as she stood in her shoes. Taking several steps one way, she turned then walked back the other way, watching his eyes follow her as she paraded for him.

Shaking his head, Brad rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief that such an extraordinary young woman was with him. When he next looked, Nikki was again bent over, her her glorious ass presented to him as she picked up her phone, sunglasses and retrieved her towel before, with one last knowing grin to him, left the room. He heard the clicking of her heels on his kitchen floor and the back door opening and closing, leaving him alone in the now quiet house.

Quickly finishing, Brad threw on a pair of swim trunks and grabbing his towel, went to his back yard where Nikki was lying in the blazing sun talking on her phone. She acknowledged him with a wave but continued talking, Brad only able to make out a few words as he passed by.

Dropping his towel near the steps, he entered the water, which felt warmer than the last time he was in, and began making his laps. Though it had been a few days, he quickly found his rhythm and took his time, more concerned with form than speed. When done, he sat on the edge of the pool at the shallow end and caught his breath. Glancing over, he saw Nikki was lying prone, her relaxed form soaking up the rays of the sun. Fortunately for both of them the humidity didn't seem as bad as before and he re-entered the water, enjoying the coolness as it swirled around him.

Taking a deep breath, he dove to the deepest part of the pool and held station at the bottom, the pressure on his ears equalizing after a few moments. He stayed there, unmoving, his body almost perfectly suspended until his air began to run out. With a firm push of his feet he surfaced, taking a deep breath to clear his lungs and found Nikki sitting on the edge at the far end, her feet dangling in the water.

With a few strong strokes he propelled himself towards her until his feet found purchase and just like in the movies, he rose from the water and walked towards her.

"Damn you look good!" Nikki squealed, her face lighting up as his wet body glistened in the afternoon sun.

Both appreciating the compliment and somewhat embarrassed by it, Brad sloshed through the water until he finally met up with her. Without asking, Nikki parted her legs and he slipped between them, her hands pulling him close so she could lean down and kiss him.

They had just gotten started when Brad stopped and pulled back.

"What?" she asked, confused by his reaction.

He wasn't sure how to tell her that though he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, in the back of his mind there was the issue of what his neighbors might say if they saw the two of them together. It was one thing to take her out to dinner where people he didn't know would see them and assume he was either a sugar daddy or she a golddigger, or both, but it was quite another what people he knew and talked with on a regular basis might think.

"You know how you said a while ago I might appreciate you going topless outside but you wouldn't?" Brad began.

Nikki nodded.

"Well this is my topless moment," he told her and looked over to Tom's house.

Looking where he was, Nikki soon grasped his meaning with a short, "Oh."

"I'm sorry," was the sheepish apology.

"Just so we're clear," Nikki started, her hand lying on his as it rested on her thigh, "you don't have a problem with me being out here in a skimpy bathing suit or swimming with you, but you don't want to be seen kissing me?"

Even to Brad it didn't make sense. Why should one way be okay but not another? He said nothing for several moments as he worked through the disconnect between the two scenarios: why was it alright to be seen with her, her car having been parked outside for the entire weekend, but not been seen kissing her? Perhaps a better question might be, were his neighbors even looking? It was the day before the Fourth and for all he knew they were on vacation and not even around.

With a short inhale he said, "Fuck it," and stepped forward to kiss her before she could say anything. As they kissed, Nikki hooked her ankles behind him, holding him in place, and rested her arms on his still damp but warming shoulders.

After their brief moment he apologized again, telling her, "Sorry for being this way. I'm still trying to wrap my head around you."

Nikki laughed and gave him a quick peck on the lips before leaning back on her arms and looking at him. Her body blazed in the direct sunlight, the dark color of her bikini standing out against her skin. She didn't say anything for a time, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses though her mouth was twisted in a small grin as she looked at him. Lifting herself upright, her legs squeezing against him for leverage, she draped her arms over him and said, "I have a better idea."

"Uh oh," Brad jokingly said, his hands sliding up her legs to hold her waist, a finger or two slipping inside the waist of her bikini bottom.

"It's not bad," she teased, giving him another quick kiss. "How about instead of you trying to wrap your head around me, I wrap my legs around your head?"

The boldness which Nikki portrayed was almost startling and for a moment Brad froze. He knew what he heard, and considering the way things had so far gone it shouldn't have surprised him, but it was the way she casually made the remark that gave him a moments pause. Though he couldn't see her eyes, his own squinting under the harsh light of the day, he knew they were whirling with delightful mischief.

"Now?" he asked, squeezing her hips.

Looking left and right before she spoke, Nikki grinned, telling him, "It could be fun but I don't want to disturb your neighbors. Again." She laughed at the last remark, remembering how only days before the two had nearly been caught fooling around in the pool.

Now it was Brad's turn to have an evil thought.

"What if I knew of a way to make it happen right now?"

Nikki cocked her head while looking at him, wondering if he was being serious.

"How?" she asked, curious as to what he had in mind.

"See that shed over my shoulder?" he told her.

Nikki looked and seconds later her face lit up in a smile as she understood what he had in mind.

"Really?"

Nodding his head, Brad quipped, "Yup."

Almost squealing, Nikki hugged him, giving him several kisses on the neck and lips. As she did, his fingers slipped further inside her bikini bottom until both his hands were nearly inside.

"Mr. Sanderson," she breathed in affected surprise, "you are being very forward."

"Says the lady who just offered to wrap her legs around my head."

The two had a hearty laugh together, the recent hesitation on his part completely forgotten, his hands now sweeping up her back to pull her forward while she inched herself closer to the edge of the pool. Moments later Brad stopped and breaking free from her legs, slid beneath the water. Taking hold of a dangling foot, he wiggled his tongue against her toes, Nikki immediately yanking herself from his grasp.

Rising from the water, he grinned at her, satisfied with the reaction. Nikki was now standing, looking down at him, her own face lit up in a smile as she awaited his exit from the pool.

Taking the steps out of the pool, Brad picked up his the towel and dried himself then taking Nikki by the hand, led her to his shed. The unlit interior was warm and muggy, the limited airflow trapping the growing heat of the summer, but once inside, Brad closed the door behind them.

The interior wasn't too cramped, a mower, tools and related items taking up most of the space, but there was also a workbench which Brad placed his towel on and folded it over to provide a clean, yet damp, seat for her to sit on.

"So is this like graduation all over again?" Nikki joked as she waited.

"Sort of," Brad replied, "though in this case, I know what to expect." Turning to her, he didn't delay in hooking his thumbs inside the waist of her suit bottom and vigorously pulled them down.

"In a hurry, are we?" Nikki asked as she leaned on his bent over form and lifted each leg in turn.

"No point doing a strip tease, is there?" was the reply. As he stood in front of her, Brad reached down with his hand and placed it over the triangle between her legs, the small tuft of hair still warm from the heat of the sun. He pressed a finger into her and Nikki responded by parting her legs, the finger finding its place between her velvety folds.

"Easy," she reminded him, leaning against his chest as his finger moved against her. Slowly she grew wet, moving her hips back and forth to rub against the length of his finger. Her arousal grew as his finger curled to dip inside, the web of his hand coming to rest where she wanted it. Harder she pressed against him, his hand making small circles to apply pressure in different spots.

"Taste me," she told him, stepping back as she removed his hand.

Holding her about the waist, he moved her into position in front of the bench and in coordination with her jumping, lifted her on to the towel. Wiggling into position, Nikki propped herself near the edge of the bench and waited. The bench was taller than normal and this allowed Brad to find a not too uncomfortable position to lean over, part her legs and lick her damp slit. He flicked his tongue against the spot where he knew she was sensitive, the light musky scent not unpleasant and furthering his cause as he inhaled her.

Nikki twisted her body into position to watch, similar to the kitchen table on Friday night, and enjoyed the act. She saw his face dig into her, his tongue burrowing between her slippery folds, his head moving up and down as he tasted her.

"Hang on," she told him and pulled her leg free which was sandwiched between the bench and his body to laiy it over his shoulder and across his back. Now able to lean back further, she rested against the wall of the shed and had a clear view of Brad's face between her legs.

With her legs spread more fully in this position, Brad resumed licking her, a hand used to push her other leg away as he clamped his mouth over her pussy. Her hand toyed with his hair as he sucked on her, a slight tremor felt in her leg across his back. Slowly his tongue wiggled up the length of her slit and just grazed her still-covered clit.

A satisfied exhale was heard as Nikki pushed down on his head, her eyes now closed. The stuffy air of the shed added to the effect, her body warming rapidly as minute by minute Brad's tongue dove into her. Faster he licked her, hearing her breaths keep pace, his own dick hard and pushing against his swim shorts. He was damp from the humidity, his head bobbing up and down as his tongue lapped at her sex, the leg over his shoulder pulled back as Nikki shifted her body and opened her legs wider.

"God that feels good," she told him, her body beginning to rock in time to his touches. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes and watched his head move, his tongue lapping at one spot then another, her pussy growing hotter and wetter.

Taking her into his mouth, he held her between his lips and thrashed his tongue against the captive folds, Nikki arching her back and panting as her body tensed. Her head pressed against the shed wall, she whimpered as the seconds ticked by, her hand clamped tight in his hair and pushing his face into her pussy. With a pop Brad released her, Nikki exhaling at the sudden change and taking several short breaths as her heart thudded in her chest.