A dip in the pool sounded like a good way of refresh himself after the flight and Brent went into the bedroom to change into some board shorts that would allow him room to harden as he spent time with her so that she might not notice unless Cammy looked close. She acted sweet and innocent, but he was hoping that those pretty topaz eyes would see and act on her desires that she’d written with what looked like a shaky hand. He walked down the long stairs to the first floor and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge before going outside.
Cammy moved as he walked over the deck and down the stairs to the pool and set the bottles down on a glass table. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” He called out as she sat up slightly and crossed her legs together with a nervous smile.
“Did you just get in?” Her voice was sweet, and it made him hard all over again as he imagined her crying out his name as he drove into her from behind. He could see her looking around for a towel, but they were closer to him on a chair, and he nodded as she crossed her arms over her barely covered nipples. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I got a flight first thing this morning. I wanted to be home.” Brent looked over at her as she slid big sunglasses over her face and tried to relax again. He knew that this part of their house was a big stage for a lot of her fantasies from the journal, and he felt her eyes devouring his muscular torso as she thought he didn’t notice. He walked over to the deep end and dove in perfectly as the cold water drenched his body and soaked his shorts as they tightened around his erection. Brent pictured that little suit as he swam to the surface and wiped his eyes with one hand before he looked at her. “Have you been in? It feels great.”
“No, not yet. I was just sunning myself after Tasha left.” Cammy called back, referring to the woman that kept the house today and prepared the meals in advance for them to eat. “I helped her today.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Brent gently reminded her as he was reminded that she missed having a mom. “You do enough going to school and studying.”
“I enjoy it. I won’t live here forever, so cooking is a great thing to learn.” Cammy replied as he rested his chin on the marble edge of the deep end of the huge pool.
“I don’t mind you staying here,” Brent said as he stroked himself over his suit and longed to jerk off again.
“I know that, but you’ll want the place to yourself sooner or later,” she responded as he gripped the edge of his cock under the water. Quite the contrary, he liked her being here and adding some warmth to the place, and he knew from her journal that she didn’t want to leave herself. She enjoyed watching him walk around the house, and Brent bit his lip as he looked over at her. Her nipples were hard under the sun, and he slipped his hand under the material and gave himself a few tugs before he pushed himself easily out of the pool.
“I brought you a beer,” Brent told her as he walked it over to her. Cammy took it and thanked him in a low voice as he let his eyes run over her body slowly. This is what she wanted based on what he’d read, and he watched as her legs parted slightly while she opened the bottle. “I’ll grill tonight. Did Tasha make those burgers for us?”
“I made them,” Cammy told him and the idea of her sweet little hands forming the meat made heat surge through him again. “There’s some fresh spinach and some potato salad in the fridge too.”
“Perfect,” Brent replied as he turned to drink some of his beer. All he had to do was nudge the material just a little, and he’d see her full nipple, and he fought the urge to do so as he took a long sip. “Are we alone tonight or do I need to cook extra?” Sometimes she had friends over, and he was relieved to see her shake her head.
“Lisa went to Vegas with her boyfriend and everyone else is on their vacations.” Her caramel colored hair was clipped on top of her head and fell in loose curls as she pretended to settle back in the chair while she stretched her long legs in front of her. Cammy was making no effort to cover herself now, and he smiled as he took the seat next to her with his body still dripping. The wet felt good on his heated skin and Brent stared forward as he took a deep breath. “How was the city?”
“Productive,” he responded as he looked her over from this angle. Her chest pushed up and gave her a lovely silhouette the rest of her body sunk into the chair as the sun beat down on her. Brent played back the words in his mind that he’d read, and he reached over to stroke her thigh as she jumped under his hand. “How was your week?” He wondered if she’d gotten herself off in the house alone as he circled a finger over her skin in a slow movement and Brent watched her swallow from under his sunglasses he’d finally put on.
“It was okay. I just relaxed…you know.” Her last word came out as a breath as he smiled and moved his fingers down her leg. “Nothing special.”
He was aware that Cammy knew that he was dominant though he wasn’t sure how. Perhaps she’d made her way into the lower room and seen his room where he fucked the women that he wanted. There weren’t a lot but sometimes he had to scratch the itch that she wasn’t taking care of. He knew from the women in his past that his cropped dark hair and bright green eyes were appealing and that many of them didn’t hesitate when he gave them his orders. “I’ll be home for quite some time now, I suspect. The East Coast office can handle most things on their own.” He felt Cammy scoot closer to him and he, in turn, slid his hand towards her inner thigh as he heard her suck in her breath.
“What are you doing, Brent?” Her voice was soft, and he looked directly at her.
“You look beautiful in that suit. I can’t help myself, Cam. Do you mind?” He knew that she didn’t want to be dominated immediately but rather teased, and he continued his slow torture closer to the edge of her bikini bottom as she looked over at him. Brent had slowly been increasing his flirtation with her since reading her darkest desires, and she drew her full lower lip into her mouth. “You’re a gorgeous woman, Cammy. When is the last time that you came?”
“Oh my God. Brent, I don’t know.” He could see her skin flush pink, and he suspected that it was relatively recently. “Why are you asking me that?”
“I want to be the one to make you cum right now. I want you to spread your legs and move that material over so I can access your pussy.” They had a very private backyard, and she whimpered as she stared at him. “You can’t be completely surprised by this, Cammy. I’ve expressed my interest in you for months now.” Ever since he’d found out what she wanted, Brent had turned up the heat, and he slipped his large hand under the suit as she jerked against him. “We’re two consenting adults. None of this is wrong, and I can make you feel good. Don’t you want this?” His hand traced her bare skin before his fingers slipped into her wet folds and found her hardened clit as she closed her eyes and arched her back. “Yeah, you want this. That pussy is soaked for me.”
A moan escaped her lips as he plunged a finger inside of her and continued to stroke her as she met him with her hips.
Fantasy number one well into play.
Cammy loosened the top at his request and her breasts spilled out with their dark pink nipples hard and ready for him as he fucked her harder and harder with his hand. Her pussy tightened around him as he leaned over her to take a nipple into his mouth and she panted as her release washed over his fingers and down into the seat. Brent kept stroking her clit as he sucked and bit her skin while she jerked underneath him. “Brent, that feels so good.” All of Cammy’s inhibitions were gone now as she lay in a mess in the chair and he stared at her. “I’m going to cum again.”
“I want you to wait this time. I want you to stop it until I tell you I’m ready for you to.” He knew how sensitive she was and Cammy’s beautiful face twisted in near pain as he moved his hands harder over her. He sensed her readiness to explode, but she tensed and seemed to try to hold it in as he kissed her stomach gently. “I am going to own this cunt, Cammy. I will control it.”
“Please, let me. I’m dying.” Cammy pleaded as he slipped three fingers inside of her. “I’ll do anything.”
Brent loved when they begged, and he let the ideas surge through his head. “That’s a dangerous offer, Cammy.”
“Anything, Brent. Fuck I need to let go. I’ve wanted this for so long,” Cammy revealed, and he reached over with his free hand to pinch one of her nipples as she jumped underneath him.
Brent imagined her with clamps over her nipples as he pinched harder. “Cum.” His voice was a whisper and she rocked against his fingers as she gushed into the chair and cried out his name. “That’s girl. When’s the last time?”
“Today, out here,” was her breathless answer and he smiled.
“By yourself?”
“I masturbated today thinking of you coming home,” Cammy confessed as she looked down at her body. “I’m a mess. I’ve never been like this before, Brent. I’ve never felt like this before.”