~13~
We got back to James’ house around seven that evening. After dinner, we took a walk on the beach. James told me he loved the ocean and had even learned how to surf. I laughed at that, picturing him in his boots, jeans and black t-shirt on surfboard. He assured me he wore board shorts and left his boots on the beach. Still it didn’t seem like James, the dark, brooding rocker, but I did ask him to teach me. He promised he would get me lessons instead.
“I absolutely suck at surfing,” he told me and I laughed hysterically. Back at his house, he made us some ice tea as I looked out over the ocean and his pool.
“Can we go swimming?” I asked impulsively
“Sure, mi casa es su casa. But I do have a rule. No clothes allowed in the pool,” he said. I laughed and James reiterated, “I mean it. No clothes out there.”
“Really?” I asked him, surprised at first by his rule but then after a moment, I thought I would have been surprised if James didn’t have such a rule.
“Really. Sometimes I wear my boots though,” he said and then smiled.
“That’s good, I guess, since I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I replied and started peeling my clothes off. “Last one in the pool’s a pop star,” I said as he fumbled with his boots. I was already naked and opening the French doors.
“That’s cheating,” he called after me, but in a few short moments he dove in as I was still easing my way down the steps. He popped up as I was still only in the water to my upper thighs and said, “There’s no way I was going to be a pop star!” Then he splashed me. I screamed as the water covered my naked body.
“That’s not right!” I shouted but he came for me and pulled me in with him. The water, though quite warm, took my breath away. As I caught my breath, James was behind me wrapping me in his arms. I felt his hard shaft nestle between my thighs as he kissed my neck. I’d wanted to do this all day and finally we were alone and naked together. I squirmed and turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and making sure he was between my thighs again. We kissed, James slipping his tongue into my mouth. I met it with my own tongue and they writhed together in my mouth.
I took an arm from around his neck and reached down to squeeze his cock. Oh my God, he was so hard and I felt my pussy open in anticipation. I pulled away from him, swam to the steps and climbed out of the pool into the warm evening air. Somehow, I knew James would appreciate my naked, dripping wet body and his quiet growl as I walked away confirmed it. I laid down on one of the pool lounges and beckoned James to join me.
“I thought you wanted to swim, little girl,” he said. I spread my legs and ran my hand over my bare mound, up my torso, over my breast and then took a finger into my mouth and sucked it.
“I lied,” I said as I slipped the finger from my mouth and rubbed my erect nipple with it.
“I do like it when you get fired up,” he said as he stepped from the pool, water draining from his muscular form and the scant hair on his legs and chest matted to his skin. His impressive cock was standing tall, his hard shaft stretching its silky sheath to its limits. I could have come just looking at that. James approached and laid on top of me, holding himself aloft above me and the lounge with his powerful arms, and kissed me deeply. He moved from my mouth to my neck, then to my shoulders and down to my breasts. He bit each nipple hard, each time causing me to squeal. I reached up, drew my nails up his sides, making sure I left marks, and I could feel his torso rumble as he groaned.
Down my taught belly he went, kissing and nibbling as he progressed towards the prize between my legs. Instead of continuing with his mouth he sat between my legs, I draped my thighs over his and I waited to see what he had in mind. James stroked my pussy and caressed my naked torso, taking time to pinch my nipples now and then. My breathing was ragged and desperate as he took his time and teased me. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, James sank two fingers into me and I arched my back in response. He found that special spot inside and rubbed it forcefully as the thumb of his other hand found my clit.
I cried out as an orgasm rocked me. Even though we were in his backyard, I didn’t care who heard. I let the pleasure take me fully. My hips rocked, begging for more and James obliged, slipping from the lounger to his knees on the wooden deck and adding his tongue into the mix. His beard was wet but it still tickled causing me to giggle. His amazing full frontal assault was too much, however. I pinched my own nipples hard and shrieked as ripples of ecstasy flowed through me. My God, this orgasm was even better than any I’d had in San Francisco. James could hardly keep up as my hips churned beneath him.