Later that night when I was sitting on the verandah having a nightcap Simone, on her way to bed, joined me for a chat. It really came as no surprise when she told me she knew her mother and I had been intimate with each other. She said on my first night in their home she’d heard her mother in my room then, when she’d got up to investigate, had seen us both on the bed together. Interestingly enough she confirmed it did not bother her; in fact she was pleased her mother had found someone to enjoy as it made her less stressed and more contented. I was a bit stunned at her reaction, but pleased it was not going to be a problem. Somehow I was not surprised Simone knew about the events that had taken place. But on the other hand I was concerned she had seen us, probably watched us, no doubt more than once.
On Saturday while Serena attended to the house my job was to accompany Simone in a four wheeled drive ute, with a tool box and a couple of dogs on the back, on a tour of the property to check stock, troughs, pumps and windmills. I was the gate opener and closer while Simone drove. Both of us wore work clothes, hats and boots. While I noticed Simone’s khaki shirt was unbuttoned enough for me to see she wore no bra, I ignored what I saw and conversed with her about our work and their property. By late in the morning we were both hot and dirty. Simone surprised me as she suggested a swim to cool off; I had no idea there was swimable water in the area.
The swimming hole in a river passing through their property, a couple of kilometers from the house, was of reasonable size with a floating pontoon in the middle. Simone encouraged the dogs to go for a run. On opposite sides of the vehicle we stripped off our work clothes. The water was brown and surprisingly cold. I swam out to the pontoon and climbed aboard, and noted my assets had shriveled up somewhat from the cold water. I reached down and gave Simone a helping hand up onto the pontoon. Discreetly I admired her well-proportioned figure. Her nipples were hard from the water. We lay on our backs on the well-weathered smooth timber to soak up the hot sun. I tried hard not to look too closely at Simone’s lovely young body. We talked and continued to enjoy the ease of each other’s company.
Simone moved to lie on her side; she rested one elbow on the timber, her head on the palm of her hand. Idly she reached over with the other hand and stroked her fingers through the hair on my chest. Her touch felt nice. She commented on the hardness of my nipples, and softly caressed them with her fingertips. I suggested she stop what she was doing; that I was much older than her; and all the other usual reasons one would use to avoid such a situation progressing further than it should in all propriety. She suggested that I put my scruples away as we were both adults. Back and forth the positive and negative exchanged continued while her free hand stroked over my chest, down my belly to my shaved pubic area. My hand gripped hers and I asked her to please stop. In response Simone leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth; her tongue worked passed my lips; the kiss long, deep, passionate. She placed a leg between mine, my hard cock stretched out along my belly no doubt obvious to her. While she continued to kiss me Simone moved on top of me, her hands in my hair, her legs outside both of mine, the length of my cock nestled cozily in her pubic hair, the mound of her pudendum against the base of my cock. She humped her slit over my cock, her tongued danced in my mouth. My hands grasped her lovely buttocks; my feet flat on the timber and my legs bent between her thighs supported her in her efforts. She masturbated herself on my body. It felt wonderful.