Regifting Ch. 05

She squeezed him back, grinning as they squinted under the blazing sun, until she stood and went inside, reappearing a short time later wearing her sunglasses. Somehow the glasses made her look even more desirable than she already did, their dark surface adding a bit of mystery to the barely covered elegant beauty.

Eventually all three were in the pool playing around, Brad ignoring the fact he didn't have on his swim trunks, and enjoyed themselves. Brad showed off a bit by lifting one, then the other, into the air to splash back into the water, the women teasing him when they both removed their tops and let the water swirl around their exposed breasts. It was in the light of late afternoon they finally called it quits, their day having run its course and together they put away the food before heading to the shower.

Arranging themselves as best they could, the three switched positions as one then the other rinsed themselves clean with Brad rubbing each of their asses as they faced away from him.

"Still touching," Nikki joked, giving him a quick kiss as his hand slid over her.

When finished, Brad waited as the two dried themselves then used a damp towel to its best effect before being told he had to leave. He asked why but was given no answer, Becca taking his hand and leading him to the living room where she handed him a bottle of lotion before lying down to watch whatever was on tv. Seeing that he was deliberately being kept in the dark, Brad did what was expected of him and worked the lotion into her bare skin.

"I'm glad I'm staying here tonight," Becca commented, "because I'm about to fall asleep."

"This old guy wear you out?" he joked, working his hands down the back of her thigh.

Becca giggled but didn't reply, her body relaxing as his hands massaged her.

Several minutes later Brad heard, "Could I talk to you?" and looking up, saw Nikki standing behind them dressed in the same outfit, heels included, she had on Friday night, her hair neatly arranged though not in the same soft curls. Just as before, she looked radiant, her figure accented by the dress which swept over her.

Becca sat up and smiled as she admired her friend.

Brad didn't say anything. He simply stared, the same feelings he felt Friday night returning anew.

Crooking a finger at him, Nikki beckoned him to follow her and she gracefully walked back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him once he entered.

"Why are you dressed up?" he asked, conscious of the fact he was nude while she was not.

Nikki approached him, her gaze never wavering from his until she was in his personal space and ran her hands up his chest to slide over his shoulders.

"This is your surprise," she quietly told him, giving him a light kiss.

"You?" Brad asked, smelling the scent of her perfume, something he hadn't since Friday night.

"Uh huh," Nikki smiled, "and a bit more. First, you get to touch me as much as you want."

While he wasn't adverse to such a suggestion, Brad was curious why she would pointedly tell him this when he had spent the entire weekend doing just that. His hands slid up her naked back, the edge of her dress contrasting with the warmth of her skin, then down to run a hand over the sculpted curve of her ass.

Nikki leaned on him, enjoying his touch as she always had, letting him explore her. Just like Friday night she was bare beneath her her dress, the silky material skimming over her skin, her body reacting to his touch as they stood in the room.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her cheek.

Without a word she looked at him, a small smirk on her face.

"Does it matter?" was her answer, her lips brushing his as she clung to him. She could easily feel him, their bodies separated by the thin fabric, and she pushed her hips to meet him.

Despite having spent the past few days with her, Brad still couldn't get a handle on who she was. Was she using him just because she could, or was she looking for something else? Was this nothing but a game, or was there a hidden meaning? Did any of this matter?

Rubbing against him, Nikki felt her desire growing, the need for one more time with him gnawing its way relentlessly forward.

"I want you," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear as she spoke. "I want to feel you inside me."

Taking him by the hand, she led him to the door where she rested her back against it and pulled him towards her, a leg lifted high to hook behind him as she held him.

A hand skimmed up her leg and pushed her dress up her thigh, the airy fabric easily sliding up her smooth skin until his hand dove behind her to hold her ass. She kissed him as he touched her, her body warming as they embraced, his hard dick pressing into her. Down her leg the hand went, to slide under her thigh, holding her as they embraced.

Pushing him away, holding him at arms length, Nikki kept pushing until he was forced to sit on the bed. Lifting her dress up her leg, she placed her foot on his thigh and looked at him, grinning in that deliciously seductive way.

Taking the hint, Brad ran his hands over her calf, wrapping around and behind it to then move higher to her thigh. He pulled his hands back down, his fingers dancing over the presented leg, marveling at the smooth softness. Reaching up, he held her knee with one hand while gliding his other under the hem of her dress, reaching high up the underside of her thigh then again pulling his hand back.

Nikki said nothing as she watched him, savoring the time he was taking, enjoying the exploration as she held her position. She wanted him to do more, to dive deeper into her, but she let him take his time knowing how much he delighted in touching her.

Suppressing a smile, she pulled her leg from his grasp and stepped back, turning her back to him. Undoing the clasp to the ring about her neck, she held her dress to her as she moved in profile, the graceful sweep of her back falling away to the elegant curve of the small of her back, the dress then cutting off any more of the enticing view. Slowly she let her dress fall from her, the erotic unveiling just as captivating as the first time Brad saw her do it.

Her breasts became exposed, the satiny material effortlessly gliding over the alluring shapes, then down further until it clung to her waist. With the barest of effort Nikki pushed down, the garment silently dropping to the floor and bunching around her ankles. Without looking she stepped free, turning to face Brad who could only stare at this magnificent being before him. She was the epitome of beauty, her finely sculpted body calling out to all who gazed upon it.

With slow, deliberate steps she came up to him and sat in his lap, an arm behind his neck to hold herself in place as his hand went to her hip. No words were necessary as she leaned down to kiss him, her legs crossing as she twisted when they embraced.

"I want you to do something for me," she whispered.

"Anything," Brad answered, completely captivated by this blonde seductress.

"I want you," she continued, kissing his cheek, "to make sure," another kiss, closer to his lips, "I can't walk straight," a wisp of a kiss, "when I leave."

Startled, Brad looked at her, unsure what she meant.

Nikki grinned, realizing she was being too subtle. Sliding from his lap, she stood next to him and leaned over the bed, supporting herself on her hands, her feet spread wide for stability. She looked over her shoulder then wiggled her ass, hoping he understood what she wanted.

Slowly grasping what she was asking, Brad rubbed his hand over the presented delight, his fingers slipping between and around her bent form. His memory returning, he knelt behind her, his hands gliding up and down her legs until he took hold of her and pulled her apart. As if in a daze he jammed his tongue into her, Nikki gasping at the rough pressure being applied.

"Like that," she hissed, pushing her hips back to force his tongue harder into her hole.

Brad dug in, his tongue swiping at her puckered edges then down to partake of the feast that was her presented pussy. Between her lips he went, her dampness resting on his chin, her body tingling as he licked her. Back up he went, his fingers pulling her apart so his tongue could scrape her ring, Nikki squirming as he held her open.

"Lick me," she told him, her body on fire as the passing years had eroded how it felt to be touched by him. She wanted him to dig deeper and she leaned down on to the bed, her ass fully presented as his tongue lapped across her.

Minutes passed, time in which Nikki wanted to touch herself but resisting the urge as Brad buried his face into her. She couldn't remember being so wet, the need to be taken the only thought in her mind but she held out, letting her craving grow until she could resist no further.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her voice wavering as Brad alternated where his tongue went.

"Yes," was all he said, pausing only for the briefest of moments to answer.

Fighting the urge to stay in place, Nikki pulled her way free and sat on the bed, her face flushed as she brushed the hair from her face. Sliding down until her legs were astride him, she lifted Brad up to kiss him, her heated embrace letting him know of her needs.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she breathed.

"What?" Brad asked, surprised at her request.

"I want you," Nikki said again, straightening her back as she looked at him, "to fuck me," pushing on his shoulders until Brad had no choice but to fall on to his back, "in the ass," she finished, straddling his hips and rubbing her wet pussy up his hardened length. She hovered over him, her breasts just out of reach of his mouth, her lustful hunger evident in her voice.

"Didn't we already do that?" he asked, clasping his hands behind her as she continued to wet his cock.

"Yes, we did," her calm voiced answered, "but that was a quick one." She kissed him, lightly, her breasts grazing his chest as her hips continued to slide back and forth. "I want the real thing; a long, slow, deep fuck that will keep me sore for days."

Her bold request gave Brad pause. Up to now they had enjoyed each others company, fooling around when the mood struck them, but neither forcing themselves on the other or making undue demands. Now things had changed and she wanted something he wasn't sure he could give her.

"Why?" he asked.

Grinning, Nikki gave him a kiss before telling him, "Because." She stopped moving on top of him and waited, looking down at Brad who was still searching for an answer. Sensing his hesitation, she pleaded her case. "Please," the soft voice said, almost begging him to acquiesce. "For me."

"What do you want from me?" His hands now holding her hips, Brad wondered why this change had come over her so suddenly. Her actions were out of character from what he had known and his gut feeling was there was something else going on.

Sighing, Nikki slid to lie next to him on the floor. The heel of her shoe digging into the floor as she raised her knee, she stared at the ceiling, her gaze vacant as she sought for words. Nearly a minute passed before she turned to nestle against him, her head on his chest.

"I like being with you," she told him. "I don't have to worry about whether you're with me just so you can sleep with me, or what I'm wearing or how I act. I can be me."

The honesty with which she spoke was jarring and Brad pulled her closer, his arm wrapped behind her to hold her in place.

"You never ask anything from me," Nikki continued, "and always let me know what you're thinking, not to mention you appreciate me for me." She paused, her hand absently kneading his chest. Sitting up on her elbow, her leg thrown across his, she finished, "I want to remember the only person I've met who makes me feel special." She paused, searching, then, " I . . ." but cut off her words, leaving the last thought unfinished.

Brad didn't know what to say. He had never heard those words from anyone, so to hear them from what could only be considered a fling was almost unnerving.

"Nikki," he began, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He caressed her face, a face which was no longer happy or radiant but instead had a sullen, lonesome appearance. Her eyes looked into his, their crisp, blue nature now dull as she listened to him.

"Being with you this weekend has been, without a doubt, the most invigorating, exciting, surprising, and exhausting," he chuckled at the last adjective as did Nikki, "time I have ever had. There is nothing you need to say or do to make this any more special."

A brief smile crossed her lips as she looked down at him.

"Will you? Please?" Her words were no longer a plea but a request.

"Why?" he again asked. It wasn't that he wouldn't, or couldn't, do what she was asking, but he wanted to be sure, just as their first time together, she wanted to do this.

"I need to feel it," she explained. "I need to feel you."

"Will it make you happy?"

Nodding, she answered, "Yes."

Though he had done whatever she had asked him to do over the past few days, Brad recognized the difference between those requests and this one. She seemed to want him to do this for her own personal reasons, reasons she was either unable or unwilling to tell him.

"Are you sure?" he asked her again, reverting to his role as the oldest adult in the room.

She nodded again, attempting a weak smile as she ran her hand over his chest.

"Okay," he relented, pulling her down to give her a kiss on the cheek. The two looked at one another for several moments until she slid off him and took hold of his dick which was no longer hard. With deliberate motions she stroked him, her head resting on his chest as she watched her efforts slowly bear fruit. Brad didn't say anything, letting her do what she wanted, holding her and enjoying their contact.

It took time, but Brad eventually became hard enough to fulfill her wish and with only a brief detour to her duffel where she retrieved the lube, Nikki climbed on to the bed and got on all fours, her ass presented and awaiting his entrance.

"Make sure you really work it in," she told him, "You're going to be there for a while."

Standing behind her, Brad took a long look at that marvelous ass, a hand caressing the exquisite curves before squirting a small glob directly on her, Nikki momentarily flexing open at the cooling sensation, then added a bit more. With the tube securely closed and out of the way, and with one last look, he took firm hold of his dick and rested it against the slippery liquid. Looking over her shoulder, Nikki smiled, her body tense as he increased his pressure until his cockhead slipped beyond her anal ring.

Immediately she relaxed, the slippery sensation of his cock sliding inside giving her what she had asked for. She basked in the seductive stretching, her anal muscles accommodating him with each passing second, the bare friction of his passing almost electrifying as her body took him in. Lying her head on the bed, her ass raised even higher, she waited for him to begin.

Brad held his position, his hands resting on her ass. She was tight, the unique pressure firmly holding him in place, though with small amounts of force he pushed his way further inside.

"Mmmm, that's it," he heard her coo, her knees adjusting their stance as she made herself comfortable. "Go slow. I want this to last."

Doing as told, Brad kept pushing, his cock scraping past her taut ring until his hips rested against her ass.

Another airy gasp escaped from her lips, her hands balling as her body relaxed further to ease his movement. Settled in behind her, Brad pulled back and looked down to watch as his now shiny shaft magically reappeared, the division between his body and hers an invisible line. When he was back as far as he dared, he pushed himself forward, the tension of her muscles compressing him as he did her bidding.

"Go deep," Nikki told him, making another small adjustment to her stance by lowering her back.

His passage was much easier and in seconds Brad had bumped into her ass but kept going, now holding tight to her hips as he continued to push forward.

Stammered sounds slipped from Nikki's lips, her body partially compressed between he and the bed, her ass forced open by the cock pressing inside her.

"Okay," she whimpered, taking several short breaths until Brad began to withdraw. Rising again to all fours, she told him to hold still. As Brad held his position, Nikki pushed back then began to move her ass in small circles, the hard dick inside her swirling in unison.

Soft exhales were heard as Nikki increased her motions, her ass grinding away as Brad's cock went round and round, scraping her walls.

"God this feels good," Nikki exclaimed, her head raised, eyes closed as she concentrated on every touch of his dick inside her. Her heart beat faster, her body growing warmer as the moments ticked by, moments in which Brad watched this woman use him as her personal sex toy.

Faster she went, stuttered breaths heard as she dug his dick into her, her excitement growing as she developed a rhythm. She half-swirled, half-bounced her ass on his dick, Brad resting his hands on the top of her ass as he watched this sexual display.

A shudder raced up her spine and Nikki moaned, her body shivering as she found the spot which she had been searching for, the repeated touch of Brad's dick now driving her need. The rising, heated twinge she normally felt between her legs grew in her depths, her body almost addicted to the electrical bursts coursing through it.

"Ohhhh. . . fuuuuckkkk. . ." was all Brad heard, the mewling, almost child-like squeal ripping through the room as Nikki lost herself. Her body rocked on the bed, forcing him inside, the motions of her ass having no coherent pattern as her orgasm surged through her.

With a collapsing suddenness Nikki stopped, her body falling to the bed as her ass, impaled on Brad's cock, remained aloft. She could feel her pulse pounding everywhere at once, an enveloping warmth spreading over her, her throat cracking as she took deep breaths.

Though he had seen many sides of her this weekend, Brad was still amazed at how things had transpired. Now standing behind her, he almost laughed as he felt a series of light contractions around his shaft, realizing it was Nikki's body responding to the after effects of her release. With a father-like touch he lightly rubbed her upturned ass, his cock securely held in place as the bent form recovered.

It didn't take long before Nikki lifted herself and looked back at him with a shitty grin on her face.

"Let me guess," Brad said, "you're sensitive now that you've got going."

Vigorously nodding her head, Nikki giggled and wiggled her ass, the hard dick flexing inside her as she did.

"Go ahead," she told him, "have at it. Just not too hard. Yet."

It could hardly be called romantic, let alone sexy, yet this situation reminded Brad of the similar event which had transpired four years prior in his home office. Like then, he slowly built up his thrusts, letting Nikki adjust to him, her body now easily taking him in and moving with him.

Their quick escapade the other day was nothing like this. While that had been raw and hard, this was decidedly more relaxed with Brad taking his time to enjoy the tight sensation of Nikki's anal ring clenching him. From time to time Nikki would look back, grinning, her body rocking in time with his thrusts, her expression one of pure joy as he granted her wish.

Nikki stretched out her arm and lowered her body, her ass held high for Brad to use as he wished. She braced herself as the minutes ticked by, the slow, deliberate sawing of her hole only serving to increase her desires.

"Faster," she softly told him, the heat again building between her legs and she twisted an arm under her so her fingers could reach her slick slit. The dual sensations of being fucked in the ass and her fingers rubbing her hardened nub were invigorating, her hand vibrating faster the longer she touched herself. Harder she rubbed, her fingers sliding over the rounded bundle of nerves, her ass cinched tight around Brad's dick as it continued to pump into her.