Time to Play(31)

“I’m going to take a swim in the pool. I don’t have any underwear on besides a bra, so may I borrow a pair of boxer shorts?”

She watched him swallow. “You’re not wearing any panties?”

“I did tell you yesterday. I never wear them. I hate the feel of them against my body.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

Simone saw the tenting of his pants. Unable to stop herself, she lifted her denim skirt, flashing her bare pussy to him. “See.”

Callum walked through the door while she was holding her skirt to her stomach. He dropped the pile of paperwork, his mouth opening.

Both men’s eyes were on her. She felt a great power surge inside her. They were both looking at her as if she was something to eat. A great feast for them to snack on.

She put her skirt down. “Can I have those boxer shorts?” she asked.

Cole moved out of the sitting room in the direction of his room. Callum began picking up pieces of paper.

“Are you okay if I take a swim first?” she asked, innocently.

They were so easy to tease.

“Sure,” Callum said. Cole came back throwing a pair of boxers through the air. They were plain black. She pulled them up under her skirt. Each man before her was sporting a huge erection.

Pulling off her shirt, she stood before them in a sheer lace bra and the boxers. “I’ll see you guys in a few minutes.”

She wandered out to the pool, her whole body bursting with her arousal. She knew her pussy was dripping wet. Her need for both men was growing with every passing second.

****

Callum stared after her. “Do I even want to know what that was about?”

“I asked if she didn’t have any underwear on. She proved a point.” Cole was flicking through the sports channels. Callum left his friend with the boner and went inside the office, placing the box of papers on top of the desk. Callum walked to the window to see her swimming on her back. Licking his lips, he knew what it felt like to have every square inch of her body wrapped around his own.

His cock thickened in his pants. He wasn’t waiting any longer. It had been five days since their time together. The time felt closer to weeks and months. He let himself onto the veranda then moved to the edge of the pool. She swam closer to the side, smiling up at him. “Are you coming to join me?” she asked. Her gaze dropped down to the bulge of his pants. She licked her lips once again. His vision was once again filled with the image of her mouth wrapped around his dick.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to Cole?” he asked, removing his shirt.

“He doubted me about my underwear. I was merely showing him that I didn’t lie.”

She moved to the centre of the pool. Callum pushed his pants down standing before her in his own boxer briefs.

In one smooth dive he was under the water. He caught her around the waist and pulled her down. They both broke the surface together. Simone was coughing and laughing, throwing water at him.

“Cole is not a man to be played with or teased.” Callum knew there was a fire inside his friend. If she pushed Cole too much, he would snap, and Simone would bear the brunt of the consequences.

She moved up close, her arms circling his neck. He liked how natural she was around him. She wasn’t afraid of touching him or being touched. “And you think I’m not?”

“You’re a woman, Simone. Most women are delicate creatures who liked to be played with.”

“That is a sexist assumption, Mr. Gallagher. I’m surprised women on your staff haven’t sued you.”

She nibbled his neck stopping him from responding to her comment. “I’m a very good employer.”

“I bet you are. For future reference,” she said against his ear. “I’m not like other women. I love to fuck and to tease. You should have learned that lesson last Friday.”

Her other hand snaked down his front grabbing his dick in her palm. Callum moaned from her tight grip. She moved away, swimming in the opposite direction. He caught up with her in quick time, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her under the walk way so no one could see them. Callum trapped her against the wall.

He pressed his cock between her thighs, and Simone wrapped her legs around his waist. Both of them moaned from the contact.

“I know you’re not like other women,” he said, pushing the boxer briefs she wore up her leg. Cole was a large man, and the boxers were not the best fitting on Simone. He pressed a hand against her pussy. Even with the water around them he felt her slick wetness around his fingers.

She whimpered. The sounds filled his head with such sweet images.

“You’re like a never-ending flame, Simone. No matter how many times you stoke it or try to cover the flame, it won’t die out.”