Zack went to the towel rack and got his own towel, then made a bit of a show of drying himself off. He took his time, rubbing each long, tanned, inked limb. Bending over to reach his feet, he hoped that the dangling genitals she could spy between his thighs would be visually appealing, but secretly doubted it. Dicks were rather ugly, honestly.
No matter though. Carla was eating him up with her eyes, watching every move he made. She decided to up the ante a bit and just let him have a bit of a show as well, for the next phase of events. Slipping her towel back off of her, it draped against the back of her chair and she stood. Two quick, simple tugs and her bikini bottom fell away, slipping down her long legs. The well-groomed, but very full, pubic hair covering her sweet bits was very dark. Clearly, the carpet didn’t match the drapes. Zack was surprised by the sight, thinking someone who clearly valued grooming so much would be shaven. He couldn’t honestly recall seeing much in the way of pubic hair in the college girls he’d bedded previously, and the sight was somehow feral to him, and terribly arousing.
Sitting back down, she parted her legs wide, giving him a nice look at her body. Her breasts were still restricted by her top, but that too was quickly removed, allowing the heavy globes to bounce free. As she sat down before him, fully nude, she waited to see what reaction the new exposure might have on that half-hard prick dangling in front of Zack.
That new exposure had the exact reaction she wanted. His cock slowly grew and grew and grew, before it stood proudly, fully engorged with blood, the flesh stretched tightly over every inch. It twitched in the cool air, and his eyes never left her body.
The silence was broken when Carla spoke. “Although, I must say,” she began, her voice sounding somehow matronly and scolding, “It’s not polite to stare at a lady.” The smile threatening to curl up the corner of her lips showed her playfulness.
“Oh? What, are you going to punish me now?” Zack asked as he tilted his head to the side, as his eyes locked right onto hers.
He was a mouthy one, she thought with an inward chuckle before replying. “No, I don’t do punishments. That’s not my style. I prefer the positive reinforcement style of parenting.”
With that, she leaned forward and took hold of his thick, pulsing cock with one hand and began to stroke him gently. “Now,” she said, licking her lips. “What happens here today must be a secret, of course. I’d deny it fully if you let anything slip and I promise your father would believe me. I’m a pretty good secret keeper.” She looked up at him from her seat and gave him a wink. “The question is… are you?”
He gasped at her touch and shivered, leaning back a bit. “Am I a good secret keeper?” He brought a hand up, tapping at his lower lip with a dirty grin and a nod. “Nothing will come from what happens here today. Promise. Pinky promise.” He even held out his pinky, looking over to her with a grin.
“It’s not your pinky I am interested in, sweetie,” she murmured, tugging him closer to her by his prick. Her lips closed around the fat head, swirling the tip of her tongue up against the sensitive edges of the tip, lapping up his sweet pearly essence already dripping from him. One hand moved down to cup his balls, giving them a gentle roll and tug, over and over, as she descended downwards, filling her mouth with his rod.