I pull up the chair next to hers, turning it so we face each other. I drop my towel into the seat and sit.
“No need to be embarrassed, Sweets. We all like to touch ourselves. Nothing wrong with that.”
Mo’s eyes widen as she zeros in on my dick. “I was not touching myself. I mean, I was, but not that way. I had an itch.”
I suck in a breath through my teeth. Call her on the lie? Or let her have it her way?
“If you say so.” My hand goes to my cock, I stroke the length of it, circling it with my fingers, pulling down to the root. “Well, I’m not afraid to tell you—I touch myself, and I think of you when I do it. Were you thinking of me?”
Fuck me. I’m right.
She turns away, yanking the edges of her towel over her thighs. But the crack of her ass peeks out of the back, pink and disappearing beneath her.
I lower my voice, almost to a whisper. “What? No denials? No flustered remarks about how you’d never think of me that way?”
She glares over her shoulder. I continue rubbing my dick. Her eyes find my erection and her expression changes.
She shifts back to me. When her mouth falls open just the slightest bit, something deep inside my balls curls tight.
I move my hand up and down my shaft in slow motion, making sure she gets a good look. The pre-cum drips onto my leg; a long, silky thread still connected to my cock glistens in the sun. “You see that?”
She nods, her gaze not leaving my junk.
I scoot lower in the lounger, lying back further. I run a finger over the head of my erection, smearing the clear liquid over the tip. “This is hot for you. That moisture, it’s there for you. To make it nice and smooth as I slide into your pussy.”
She lets a little breath out between those parted lips. Her pulse beats at the base of her neck. I can just imagine how fast her heart must be hammering in her chest, which only makes me harder as my heart thrashes uncontrolled.
“You know, there’s nothing wrong with touching yourself, Mo. Go ahead. It feels good. I bet you’re wet right now.”
Her top teeth scrape her bottom lip. She glances to my eyes for just a second, but I slick my hand down my hard-on, and her eyes dive to watch the movement. She turns her body toward me a bit more.
She swallows again. I imagine her swallowing my cum. I move my hand a little faster. “C’mon, Mo. No one will know. It’s just you and me. Dip those fingers in that hot cunt and feel it for yourself.”
To my delight, she moves around and leans back, her arm still crossed over her breasts, but the hand at her crotch shifts a tiny bit. She keeps the goods covered, but she’s definitely moving her fingers. My dick strains against my own skin.
“Now, open your legs. You can’t really get a good feel, all closed up and stressing. Let go, Mona, and enjoy the moment. I sure as hell am.”
Her eyes dart to mine, her cheeks that gorgeous shade of pink I love so much. I keep eye contact with her. “It’s all right, Sweets, I won’t tell.”
With a long exhale, she opens her legs. The corners of the towel fall away revealing her beautiful pussy, all pink and perfect. Her lower lips circle her finger the way my hand wraps around my cock.
Again, she swallows. I move my other hand to the base of my dick, strangling it as I run my fingers over the head. I’m close to coming, but she needs to get off too. If I come too soon, it might ruin my fun.
“Relax your muscles. Let your guard down for a half hour. It might be the best half hour of your life.”
She lets her arm drop to her side. Her tits are large, heavy, and perfectly proportioned to the rest of her. No. She’s no stick figure. She’s a full-figured beauty, and I’ve never wanted anyone so bad in all my life.
I’m the one swallowing hard this time. “Okay, Sweets. Run those fingers between your pussy lips. Feel the cream? That’s for me. So when I shove my cock inside it’ll feel good. You’re as wet for me as I’m hot for you.”
Mo runs her fingers along her folds. I tighten my grip on my dick and take a couple of deep breaths.
“Now, give your clit a little pinch. You’ll like that.”
Her eyes find mine again, wide and nervous. But her hand moves to her bud and she pinches; her eyes close for a moment, and when they open her lids are heavy.
“See? It’s good, right?”
She nods.
“Push your fingers deeper and circle down inside your cunt. Real slow, pulling against the edges.”
She moves her feet to the ground on either side of her lounge chair. As she follows my instructions, she makes that sound at the back of her throat. My speed increases on my erection.
“Dip into the edge of your opening and pull some of that wetness up to your clit. Press on that magic button and rub tight circles while you pump your other fingers inside. Imagine my cock inside you. Pushing in real deep, hitting all those special places that make you feel so good.”