The Cost of Silence

"Come on. Let's dry you off," I said, standing and holding a towel open for her.

Sarah climbed out, and I couldn't help but notice how her tits bounced seductively as she did so. I wrapped the towel around her, feigning innocence, though my mind was anything but.

She knocked back the rest of her drink, and I followed suit. Then she lay face down on her lounger, her back to the sun.

"You're going to burn," I warned after a moment of comfortable silence. "The sun is fierce today."

I picked up the bottle of sun cream and approached her.

"You're probably right," she conceded, starting to sit up.

"Don't worry, I can help," I offered, my voice softer than I intended.

"I... I'm not sure, Mike. I'm not sure that we should be doing this."

"It's only sun cream," I reassured her. "We're friends, Sarah."

I hesitated for a split second before adding, "Shit, I'm sorry Sarah. I'm probably scaring you. I should go."

"No!" she protested, a hint of urgency in her voice. "I'm just being silly, Mike. It's just... It's just that Andy's the only man who's ever put cream on me."

"Do you want me to leave it?" I asked, my tone now tinged with concern.

"No. I will burn. But please, no mention of this to Andy, okay?" Her laugh was light, but I could hear the nervous undertone.

"Scout's honor," I said, though I'd never been a scout. "But I'm only putting sun cream on to keep you safe."

"Yeah, right!" she chuckled, lying back down.

"Pull your hair out of the way," I instructed gently.

I took my time rubbing the cream into her back, my hands perhaps lingering longer than strictly necessary. Then, I heard it—a soft whimper from Sarah, the sound I had been waiting for.

Slowly, I pulled at the tie on her bikini, letting it spring undone. She didn't react, and I took that as my cue to continue.

"Just getting these out of the way, Sarah. You don't want nasty tan lines on a body like this. Andy is going to love it." I mentioned Andy deliberately, hoping to ease any anxiety she might feel.

"Lean up for me," I said, my voice low.

"What do you mean?" she whispered back, her voice laced with a hint of something I couldn't quite place.

"I don't want to get any cream on your bikini," I explained, hoping the sensuality in my voice was perceptible.

After a moment's hesitation, she lifted herself onto her elbows, and I carefully pulled the bikini top away. From my angle, I had a side view of her magnificent tits hanging below her, and I had to stifle a groan at the sight.

Sarah lay back down, and I resumed my task, spreading the cream across her whole back, my hands moving with a purpose that was only partially about protection from the sun.

*****

As I crouched next to Sarah, the memory of eight years ago flooded back. I had used the same moves on Ellie Benjamin, and I could still remember the thrill of it. It had worked like a charm back then, and I was sure it would work now with Sarah.

I poured a little more sun cream into my palm, the alcohol on the table beside us merely a prop. Ellie had been completely aware of what was happening, and I suspected Sarah was now too. The drinks were just there to ease the nerves, to relax her. But the real seduction was about confidence and desire. First, you show them what they could have—no point in being modest about it. The old cliché that "size doesn't matter" is simply something women tell men with small dicks to make them feel better. Any woman who's tried a big dick knows size matters, and any woman who hasn't wants to know. It's that simple.

The second part of the seduction is making a woman feel beautiful, desirable, irresistible, craving that touch, that attention.

After finishing her back, I moved down Sarah's body to her calves, working the cream into her skin. Then down to rub her feet, letting my hands wander just enough to make her laugh. "That tickles, Mike," she giggled, squirming under my touch.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I said with a smirk, not sorry at all. As predicted, when she settled down, her legs were a bit wider apart. It was like a dance, and I was leading.

I moved up to her thighs, my fingers pressing firmly into her flesh, massaging the cream in deeply. She let out a soft moan, and I knew I was hitting all the right spots.

"Feels good, huh?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.

"Mmm, yeah. You're wonderful at this," she breathed out.

I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. "Glad you're enjoying it," I said, feeling the tension between us thicken.

It was all the encouragement I needed. I moved up to her ass, my hands confident as I massaged the cream into her skin. Sarah's face was buried in the towel, her body language telling me she was struggling with the pleasure of it.

I tugged at the ties of her bikini bottoms, and her head shot up. "Mike!" she exclaimed, a hint of worry in her voice. "I don't think I should be doing this."

I handed her what was left of her drink, trying to keep the mood light. She shook her head. Fuck, have I pushed too hard, too soon? Idiot.

"Sarah, with this body, you don't want lines. Just imagine how amazing you're going to look. Andy will love it," I coaxed.

"But I would be naked," she protested, pushing the drink away.

I paused, wondering if I should retie her bikini. I decided against it. "Hey, we're all friends, right?" I said, trying to sound reassuring. "I just thought you might want to make this body perfect with no tan lines. Damn, Sarah, Andy would love it."

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, a little flirtation in her gaze. "Yeah, I'm not sure that it would only be Andy. I think I might need another drink to be brave enough to do this," she said, playing along.

"In a moment, sweetie," I replied, slipping in a pet name to see how she'd react. "The important thing is making sure you don't burn."

Show her that caring for her is more important than getting her drunk. Calm reassurance is the key.

She relented, putting her head back down on the towel. Seizing the moment, I lifted her hips slightly and pulled the bikini bottoms away, my strength making the motion smooth and almost imperceptible.

I applied the cream to her now bare ass, kneading the firm flesh, and she groaned into her towel, trying to hide her response.

"I think we've gone too far, Mike," she murmured, "I really shouldn't be letting you do this. No man besides Andy has ever touched me there."

I ignored her half-hearted plea and continued massaging, running my hands up the back of her thighs onto her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as I trailed my fingers between them. "If you tell me to stop, Sarah, I will."

I watched her writhe in pleasure under my hands, and I knew she was not going to tell me to stop.

"There you go. All protected," I said with a hint of mischief, giving her ass a hard but playful slap.

She yelped, a clear reaction to my boldness, and I couldn't help but grin at the red mark my hand left.

"Let me get those drinks," I said, standing up. There was no way I could hide my arousal, my hard cock distending my shorts.

As I walked away, I could feel her eyes on me, and I knew the game had changed. There was an unspoken promise in the air, a dance of seduction that was just beginning.

*****

I shuffled back outside, the glasses clinking gently in my hands, the rich amber of Jack Daniels catching the sunlight. "Here you go," I said as I approached Sarah's lounger, feeling a rush of anticipation. She'd have to sit up to take the drink, and that thought alone sent a pulse of excitement through me.

Sarah propped herself up on her elbows, and I caught another glimpse of the side of her tits, the sight instantly making my balls tingle. "Mike!" she laughed, her voice a mix of amusement and mock outrage. "I'm naked. I can't get up!"

I exaggerated scanning the area. "Nobody can see," I chuckled back, trying to keep the atmosphere light and playful.

"You can!" she shot back, her laughter ringing in the air. "I'm naked as the day I was born, and you're not."

'Shit,' I thought to myself, this situation was unfolding with far less effort than that time I seduced Ellie. I placed the drinks on the table, and in a bold move, I dropped my shorts, kicking them off and letting my huge cock swing free. "There," I laughed along with her, keeping the mood buoyant. "Now we're even."

I picked up the glasses again and held hers out to her. "Drink?"

Sarah's laughter was infectious, and I could tell the alcohol was doing its part to keep her spirits high. She paused, a moment of hesitation flickering across her face as she seemed to weigh her desire to continue having fun against her commitment as a good wife.

I watched her intently, feeling like time had slowed to a crawl. This moment felt pivotal, a tipping point that could change everything.

With a graceful movement, Sarah swung her legs to the side of the lounger and sat up, her tits now fully in view. My breath hitched slightly, but I willed myself to remain composed.

Her head was almost level with my cock, and I felt it twitch in response. I willed it to stay calm, biting my lip hard; I didn't want to scare her or make her uncomfortable, not when we were at such a crucial juncture.

"Oh, for flip's sake, Mike," she giggled, her eyes darting down. "Sit down and get that thing out of my face. Give me my JD and cock."

We both erupted into laughter at her accidental wordplay, and she hid her face in her hands, clearly embarrassed.

"I'd be happy to give you both," I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. As soon as they were out, I cringed inwardly, worried I'd revealed too much of my true intentions.

"Sit down," Sarah said with a playful command, slapping my thigh lightly. "I don't know where to look."

She took her drink from my hand, and I obliged, sitting down with my heavy cock now hanging and twitching expectantly between my legs. I raised my glass in a toast. "Cheers."

She clinked her glass against mine and took a hefty gulp, immediately coughing and laughing. "Fuck, did you put any coke in that?"

I joined in her laughter. "A little," I admitted. "This is fun, isn't it? I haven't had this much fun in years."

"Me either," Sarah confessed, her tone softening. "But I fear it's at my expense," she giggled.

We continued to joke and laugh as we sipped our drinks, the edginess between us morphing into a playful banter. I could feel the heat of the day, the buzz of the alcohol, and the thrill of the moment converging into a heady mix.

As Sarah neared the bottom of her glass, I could feel the stakes rising. I decided it was time to make my next move, to go all out.

"Come on, I haven't put any sun cream on your front," I said with a playful wink. "And I seriously want to run my hands over those tits."

"Mike!" she said in shock at my new level of boldness. Her pretty mouth hung agape.

Had I pushed too far, too soon? Her eyes were on mine, but she said nothing for a moment, then lay back on the lounger, proudly presenting her naked body to me. Her actions said more than any words could. She was mine for the taking.

Her pussy was neatly shaved into a tantalizing Brazilian. I caught sight of the moist shine on her lips; a promise of hidden desire.

I downed the remaining contents of my glass and muttered under my breath, 'Damn, Andy, you're one hell of a lucky bastard.' I rubbed some sun cream into my hands, feeling the slick substance seep between my fingers.

Beginning with her stomach, I massaged in firm circles, causing her voluptuous tits to sway enticingly over her chest." I couldn't take my eyes off them, and I increased the vigor of my actions.

"Mmmm, that's nice, Mike."

I reached back for more cream. When I looked at Sarah, I could see her eyes fixed down on my cock. It was getting hard, jutting angrily from between my thighs. I was confident she'd never been with a man besides Andy, and his cock was pathetic compared to the one her eyes were feasting on.

Those hungry eyes met mine. I cupped both tits in my hands and ran my hands softly over them, rubbing in the cream, then increased the pressure, squeezing her tits. The slight friction of my rough palms running over her nipples was making them harder.

Sarah bit her bottom lip, and still, she looked into my eyes. I increased the pressure, then softly pinched both nipples, causing her to whimper. Still, she never breaks eye contact with me.

Sarah's legs started squirming, and I thought she must have been close to coming. I needed to help her get there. Leaving my left hand massaging her tits, occasionally pinching the nipple, I moved my right hand down to her tummy, the circular motion slowly moving lower and lower.

I knew she desperately wanted release. She ground her thighs together.

I pushed my hand between her thighs, forcing them open, although it didn't take much pressure.

"No," Sarah whimpered. "I can't."

"Shhhh," I said.

My left hand slid from her tantalizing tits, fingertips ghosting up toward her slender throat. Thumb and fingers spread out, tracing a loving path around the front of her supple neck. My hand, large and possessive, was capable of engulfing more than half of her delicate throat's circumference. Applying pressure ever so subtly, I reveled in her reaction.

A flicker ignited in her eyes, a spark about to start a forest fire. She locked onto my gaze, yet her lips remained silent. As I playfully tightened my grip on her yielding throat, I found a thrilling blend of fear and lust dancing in those depths. Yet, she stayed still, welcoming my domination.

Pushing her legs wide apart with my right hand, I met no resistance whatsoever; she was an open book to me. I cradled the warm mound between her thighs.

A low whimper fell from her lips as I teased her with my thick index finger, bringing a wicked grin to my face. She was drenched — so gloriously wet. It had been eight long years since I'd experienced such divine moisture.

"You want this just as much as me," My voice was a husky whisper against the charged silence between us. My hand at her throat maintained its insistent pressure. The unspoken promise hung heavy in the air.

Her nod was slight — almost imperceptible but clear nonetheless. "I'm close," she whispered in return, breath hitching with voiced desire.

"I know," I answered with carnal satisfaction laced through my words. "Let's get you there."

I drove my eager middle finger deep within her, knowing it was probably as thick as poor Andy's cock. Her climax was teetering on the cusp, her body positively pulsating around my invading digit like it was desperate to wring every ounce of pleasure from it. God, she was divine...a goddess under my touch, causing me to shut my eyes and revel in the intoxicating sensation.

"Come for me, Sarah," I implored huskily.

I commanded my finger to dance within her — an erotic ballet. I brushed the velvety inner folds; each insistent probe sinking deeper, each withdrawal eliciting a tighter squeeze from her. After several thrusts, her control shattered, and I reveled in the tempest of her release over my skilled fingers.

A gasp ripped from her throat, stealing the air from my lungs as she rode a long moan of pleasure.

I relinquished my hold on her throat, reclining to drink in the glorious sight — a woman sated beyond measure.

When she eventually fluttered open those smoky eyes, I provocatively sucked on my finger, relishing her unique taste that I would feast on more thoroughly later.

"I shouldn't have done that," she confessed in a little more than a whisper.

"We sometimes do things we shouldn't," I murmured back. "That's what adds a dash of spice to life."

*****

I found myself steadily hovering over Sarah, my towering presence casting a caring shadow over her delicate frame. Extending my muscular hand towards her, she daintily grasped it, allowing me to pull her from the confines of her sun lounger and into my embrace. My cock, rigid with desire, pressed hard against her tummy.

"How about a drink?" I suggested, my eyes tracing over her glass, its contents still shimmering under the late afternoon sun.

"Absolutely," she agreed, accepting the glass and savoring a mouthful of the potent whiskey. Her lips left a slight trace on the rim. It was JD, lush, and nearly neat.

"Whoah. Slow down there," I chuckled, reclaiming the now-empty glass. Her lips pouted slightly from the strength of the liquor. "Fancy a swim?" she said.

As she delicately stepped into the pool, I held her hand, feeling the softness of her skin against mine. I watched as she glided through the water with ease and grace, stopping at the far end of the pool to catch her breath. The cool blue water reflected in her eyes as she clung to the edge.

With a mischievous grin on my face, I dove in after her, submerging myself entirely as I swam along the tiled floor. The underwater scene of her legs came into focus gradually as I approached her under those crystal clear waters. Without warning, my face teased between her thighs - a surprise that made her squirm with delight.

I ascended slowly, tracing a path with my tongue along her flat tummy and up over her left tit. My rough texture contrasting sharply with her smooth skin brought a wriggle from her. I stopped to lavish some attention on her sensitive nipple.

With a surge, I broke through the water's surface, droplets cascading down my face and body like liquid jewels. The idea of tasting her lips tempted me, but instead, I held a few inches away from her, letting the suspense build. I pushed away and swam the length of the pool. Once I reached the edge, I hoisted myself out, my muscles contracting and rippling in a showcase of raw masculinity. My gaze held hers as a smirk tugged at my lips. Grabbing a towel, I toweled off briskly and then stretched out on my lounger like a well-fed predator. In truth, this predator was yet to feed.

Now it was her turn. Would she walk into my trap willingly, or would she play coy, making me work for every inch?

My eyes remained riveted on her as she swam with graceful determination. She emerged from the pool, water slicking her perfect body as if it, too, couldn't resist touching her. Her movements were pure seduction, weaving an irresistible lure as she padded back towards the loungers to dry off. My eyes devoured her every curve, every shadow cast by her strong yet feminine body. The veil of modesty had dropped; she left nothing to my imagination.

She tossed her towel onto her lounger with a casual air before reaching for the sun cream bottle and opening it with an almost provocative pop.

"Can I do that?" I asked nonchalantly.

"No," she replied coolly, sauntering over to me with an alluring smile playing on her lips. "I think you'll enjoy it more if I do it."

Stretching back on my lounger, I laced my fingers behind my head. My cock, lulled by the chill of the water before, twitched in eager response to her teasing words.

She angled herself to the left side of my lounger, her hands loaded with generous dollops of sun cream. As she knelt beside me, her fingers skated over the chiseled surface of my abs, tracing tiny circles and working the lotion into my bronzed skin. She's been with Andy for what seems like forever, but never before has she encountered a physique as well-honed and tantalizing as mine. Her gaze met mine, and a cheeky smile played on her lips.

Attempting to assert control, she held my gaze unflinchingly. However, when her arm brushed against my reawakening cock, her eyes instinctively darted down. My cock throbbed beneath the sun's rays, swollen to an impressive eight or nine inches yet not quite at full mast. It jerked away from the curve of my hip to graze against her arm while she continued to massage the lotion into my skin.