I tugged on his shorts in an effort to free his cock so I could touch him, but I didn’t have the leverage in my prone position. He released my ass and clit, untied his shorts, and pushed them down past his hips, causing his erection to bounce free. He made a low noise in the back of his throat as I reached for him, running the pad of my thumb over the purple head of his member, smearing his precum down the shaft with my palm.
He reached his right hand back down between my cheeks, his forearm between my thighs, and thrust a finger inside me while he strummed my clit with his thumb. I rocked my hips against his hand while I used my left hand to stroke his cock to his rhythm, rotating my wrist with each down stroke. He plucked and rubbed my left breast with his left hand and then added another finger of his right hand to his thrusts. It wasn’t long before I was lost in the sensations he was giving me.
“Come on, Eileen,” he grunted. “Come on my hand.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. “Don’t stop! Fuck!” I shouted as my orgasm ripped through me, my body arching as all my muscles seemed to clench.
He drew his hand away, soaked with my juices, and wrapped his hand next to mine while I continued to pump his cock with my fist. He stroked himself harder and faster, forcing my hand to move the same.
“I’m gonna cum on your ass, gorgeous girl,” he moaned through his clenched jaw just before he erupted all over my side, back, and ass.
We both needed a few minutes to catch our breath and gather ourselves.
“You’ve made a sticky mess of me,” I said eventually, letting go of his softening cock.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, then grinned. “I wonder if my cum is a better sunscreen than your SPF 50?”
“Doubtful,” I giggled, turning onto my side to sit up. I watched his eyes widen and his lips quirk when he got his first unobstructed view of my bare tits.
“Fuck, girl,” he said. “I really want to fuck those tits.”
Before I could respond to that my phone started playing the opening piano of “Winter” by Tori Amos.
“That’s my dad,” I said. “I have to answer it.”
I answered the phone and put it to my ear, crossing my arms across my chest, suddenly self-conscious at being naked in front of Scott.
“Hey, daddy! What’s up?”
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“Just sitting by the pool, reading,” I grinned up at Scott, he returned my smile.
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“Of course. SPF 50. I learned my lesson a long time ago.”
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“At Tucker’s?” I asked, starting together my stuff with my free hand.
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“I have to get dressed, but I can probably be there in less than 45 minutes.”
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“Sure. I’ll be there.”
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“No, I won’t promise to not nag you about the electrical system in that car.”
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“See you in a bit. Love you.”
As I spoke, Scott pulled his boardshorts back up to his hips and tucked himself away then offered me a hand to help me stand.
“Sorry to cut things short,” I told him, draping my towel and my bikini top over my arm. “I have to go pick up daddy at his mechanic. His car is cute, but it has the original wiring and it lets him down all the time.”
“I saw him tinkering under the hood last weekend,” Scott replied, grabbing my empty tea container and bottle of sunblock..