“It is nice in here.” Few words came to either of their polluted minds as Gregg tried to make small talk.
“It is,” Rylee said between long drawn out breaths.
“Just a sec.” She nervously twisted her body around to face the wall. Reaching out she tried to grasp for her phone that was a few feet away from the edge. Her short arms however could not quite reach it, forcing her to pull herself up from the water.
Rylee now lay on her stomach along the edge of the pool, plump ass fully out of the water and on display for Greg. Her legs kicked around a bit to keep her stable, and between them, a soft mound concealed by the fabric of her bikini peaked at him.
“Ohhhh.” Gregg couldn’t help but hum his praise as he admired the woman’s rump. Her ass looked delicious enough to bite and her bikini just seemed so frustratingly in the way.
Rylee of course knew what she was doing, even throwing in some wagging as she fumbled with her phone.
(Rylee) this is it… do I go through with it?
(Owen) Idk if he’d let you out of the pool now, you are giving him a good show
(Rylee) oh you can see?
(Owen) I wouldn’t miss this.
(Rylee) Ok… here I go. ily
(Owen) You got this
She put her phone down and bit her bottom lip. Her eyes clenched shut as she took a deep breath and prepared to follow through with it all.
Looking back over her shoulder she smiled at Gregg, who was so engulfed in her ass he didn’t realize he was caught.
“Is there something I can help you with Mr. Gregg?” Rylee slipped slowly back into the water, her ass disappearing beneath the ripples as his eyes followed it down. Twisting her body around she puffed out her chest and held on to the side of the pool confidently. Though in her heart she was as nervous as could be.
“Oh uh, sorry sorry I was just staring off into the distance.” He scratched his balding head as he looked off into the night innocently.
“You mean you didn’t like it?” Rylee playfully frowned.
“Liked what?” Gregg feigned ignorance.
“My ass.” Her eyes locked with his once again and restarted their silent conversation.
“I I I I… uhhh.” His stammering broke their eye contact.
The wet plop of Rylee’s pink bikini bottoms on the pool deck silenced the older man’s stammering. The young woman stood against the wall of the pool bottomless, her pale skin a blurry illusion as they both reconciled their situation.
Gregg didn’t know what to say, his eyes trying desperately to decipher the watery blur beneath her.
“One second. I need to check my phone again.” She smiled at him and slowly turned. Her body was raised out of the pool once more, bottom exposed to the air. Only this time there was no bikini bottom in the way of her matured slit between her thighs.
She pretended to look at her phone this time, despite the texts from her husband that lauded her skills at tantalizing men. She waited for Gregg to engage her as she wagged her lower half. She even opened her legs a bit for a full view of her sex.
Gregg stared and stared, even taking a small step closer. But as he looked over his shoulder towards the room Owen was in, he seemed sheepish to go further.