Two days later, Celia pressed the accelerator of her Nissan Z, and the car sped down I-35 as though it were about to take off. Maxine, in the passenger seat, chuckled at the sensation. She had never experienced the luxury and power of anything like the Z.
"Damn girl! How can you afford this sweet ride? I thought I/d be bouncing in that big ol' truck of yours." Max squealed as they zipped down the road to Houston.
"Easy. I don't have kids, pets, or hobbies. This car is all of my disposable income, and I fucking love it," she squealed back.
"Well, shit! Let's crank up some tunes and enjoy this ride!" She reached for the radio.
Celia held out her hand to stop Max. "Darlin', let me show you how it's done." Celia tapped her cell phone to bring it to life. She said, "Siri, play Houston playlist."
Immediately, the phone replied, "Playing Houston playlist." The 'Houston playlist' started blaring from the surround-sound speakers, and Max squealed.
"I am loving my new best friend!"
The two of them high-fived with a loud laugh. Two hours and fifty-two minutes later, they were in Houston. As soon as they hit the 610, a sense of unease gripped Celia.
Funny, just being back here is uncomfortable. Maybe I have PTSD?
Celia pulled the Z into the parking lot of the Hilton just down the street from the TDLR. Maxine jumped out and went to the rear of the car. Celia popped the hatch, and Max grabbed her suitcase.
"So, you're at your folks' tonight?" Max asked. Celia opened her door and stood. "Yeah, I promised I'd stay with them, at least tonight. That'll be enough, believe me."
Max reached out and hugged Celia. "You say hi to your folks for me and tell them I said you are the best friend ever."
Celia returned the hug. "You know that I will." Max walked into the hotel lobby as Celia pulled the Z out of the parking lot. Celia hadn't been totally honest with Max. Seeing her parents would happen at some point; more than likely, it would be a quick lunch in a day or two. At the moment, a more pressing engagement took precedence.
The yellow Z zipped around the corner and then to the side of the road.
Grabbing her phone, she opened the address book and pulled up Carter Lange's name. Hitting the address, she waited for the GPS to direct her.
Celia had stayed in touch with Carter via text since the move. The texts had been fairly casual, somewhat infrequent, but spiced with an occasional sexual innuendo. Their night together not only remained tattooed on her brain but had redefined her idea of what sex could be. So, when she texted to let him know she'd be in town and he came back excited about it, her expectations began to rise. She told herself not to get stupid over a text—then immediately got a little stupid over it anyway.
According to the GPS, she had a short 17-minute drive to her much anticipated night of sexual exploration. She turned left following the directions. Like a teenager waiting for her prom date, butterflies danced a samba in her stomach. That little nervous twitch in her right leg, although subtle, played the backbeat rhythm to the butterflies. Halfway to Carter's house, she realized her hands were clammy, and her brow had begun to glow.
Okay, just get a grip! This is going to be fine. Worst-case scenario is great
sex and a good-to-know-ya goodbye. Manage the expectations!
The anticipation of seeing him again had produced a few fantasies. If nothing else, the possibilities of how it might play out made Celia's nether regions sing. Would he pull her into the house and ravish her without a word? Would they sit with a glass of wine, get reacquainted, and then jump into bed? Or—and the thought struck her so suddenly it stole her breath—what if he just wanted to see her in person so he could tell her about the incredible soulmate he'd met, and explain, gently but firmly, why they could never see each other again?
Wiping her sweaty palm on her skirt, she said out loud, "What the hell are you doing?"
She pushed those thoughts out of her head, determined not to let her apprehensions ruin this visit.
Manage the expectations!
Arriving at the community's entrance, this time proud to be in a more respectable vehicle, she gave her name. The guard, as though he had been expecting her, hit the button, and the electronic gate opened. Following the GPS, she found his house without a hitch. The Z glided into the driveway and parked. After checking her face in the mirror, she walked to the front door. Her hand weaved through her hair to fluff it as she ran her tongue over her lips.
The doorbell rang. Controlling her anxiousness as best she could, Celia heard rustling coming from inside as her heart threatened to burst from her chest. The door opened, and a very pretty young girl stood there with a smile on her face.
"You must be Celia. Hi, I'm Blair, Carter's daughter. Come on in. He's out back at the BBQ."
What the...
Of all the scenarios Celia had imagined for this reunion, a surprise daughter had not been in the equation.
At eighteen years old, Blair Lange had long, straight blonde hair with a streak of red on the right side. Just a bit shorter than Celia, Blair had a fabulous physique. Celia could see the muscle definition in her arms. The small silver stud in her right nostril matched many of the multiple piercings in both ears. She had a tanned face that oozed congeniality.
"I am so excited to meet you. My dad has been buzzing all day. He must have rethought dinner a dozen times. Can I get you something to drink before we go out back?"
"Uhm, sure, red wine if you have it. Thanks." Celia replied, trying to hide her immense confusion.
"That's what Dad said you'd drink. We have it right here." She scooted over to the kitchen island and poured from a newly opened bottle.
Handing the insulated cup to Celia, they headed outside. The backyard sprawled over half an acre with a beautiful swimming pool surrounded by a travertine patio. An aluminum awning stretched the entire length of the house and extended out twenty feet. Carter stood at the grill, his back to them, fussing in the outdoor kitchen.
The outdoor kitchen boasted a bar and six stools, two beer taps, a refrigerator, and a grill. The overhead lighting accentuated the seating area with precision. A stucco portico with an adobe tile roof that matched the house covered the entire kitchen area. Cooling misters surrounded the patio, lowering the outdoor temperature to an acceptable level.
Blair yelled, "Dad, look who's here!"
Carter, poking a steak and fumbling with a stainless-steel spatula, turned, and a huge smile crossed his face. He wiped his hands on the maroon A&M apron and hopped over toward the pair. He hugged Celia, holding her tight, and then said, "I am so happy to see you. Thanks so much for coming. I see you've met Blair."
Confused and disoriented, Celia managed to mumble, "Uh, yes, she's been very kind." She looked at Carter as goose bumps rose on her arms and across her chest.
I forgot how gorgeous he is.
A warming calm settled over her; she smiled and said a very sweet, "Hi."
Carter laughed. "Hi to you, too. Come on over and have a seat. I'm just doing the steaks. They'll be ready in a jiff. Did you have a pleasant drive?"
Celia had anticipated an evening of hot sex, followed by more hot sex and then maybe a midnight snack. She did not anticipate a daughter, a BBQ, or such significant anticipation at her arrival. He had also talked about her to his daughter.
I think he may have different expectations for this visit.
Taking a deep breath, she began to realign her expectations for the evening. "Oh, fine. Maxine, a friend from work, rode with me."
"Great. Let me just check these steaks." He moved back to the grill. "It's terrific that you're here. How much time do you have?" Carter turned each steak.
"I'm working for the next three days, I have to see my folks, and there's a work dinner on Tuesday. Tonight's really my only free night." Celia took a sip of her wine. Carter did a poor job of hiding the disappointment in his voice.
"Okay then, we'll have to make this night count," Carter said with determined enthusiasm. "Blair, could you finish setting the table? And grab that bottle of wine."
"Sure, Daddy." Blair spun around, her golden hair flying behind her as she bounded to the kitchen.
Celia watched as Blair bounced away. "I didn't realize you had a daughter.
Where's her mother?" Celia asked.
Carter chuckled and turned to Celia. "Blair is my second daughter from my second marriage. I have another daughter, Courtney, from my first marriage, and a son, Kenneth, from a college relationship. Blair lives with her mom, here in Houston. Courtney is in College Station at A&M, and Ken is married with two kids of his own. They live in Colorado."
Celia did a double-take. "You're a grandfather?"
Carter shrugged. "A mistake at 18 and there you go. His mother was a nice enough gal, but we really only dated a few times. I just happened to hit the lotto that night."
Blair arrived and refilled Celia's glass, then placed the bottle in a metal bucket with a block of frozen blue ice. (Texas temps are not the friend of any bottle of wine.)
As she laid out the plates, Blair spoke up, "Yeah, can you believe this old guy is a grandfather? Kenny's nine years older than me, and I have the cutest little niece and nephew. We don't see them a lot, but it's always fun when we do. I'm going to Colorado next month to visit."
Carter pulled the steaks off the grill and stacked them on a plate. He placed them on the table in front of Celia. "I never asked, do you have kids?"
Celia sipped her wine and replied, "No, none for me. It just never worked out."
"And one ex-husband?" Carter asked.
"Actually, two. I married my high school sweetheart right out of school, and that lasted about four years. Then married Rod a few years after. We were together for fifteen and married for thirteen, long, horrible years, and that was that."
"I remember the 'ex' story from the bar that night. Caught him with someone else, right?" Carter opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. He twisted the cap off and tossed it in the trash.
"Yeah, but things were bad long before that. I don't know what I was thinking, staying so long."
Pulling off the A&M apron, he tossed it next to the BBQ. "I'm sorry you were so trapped."
Celia smirked, "It's not like I was a slave; I was just married." Carter's eyebrows rose, and he nodded in agreement. "Do you like corn on the cob, by the way?" Carter asked.
"Yeah, who doesn't? Uhm, anyway, we were married for thirteen years. And as my father would say, 'I've been married for 37 years, and I don't regret a day of it. That day was August 13, 1998, she went to visit her mother.'"
Carter let out a loud laugh. "My old man used to say the same thing; I guess they read the same dad joke book."
For the first time since arriving, Celia laughed. She looked at Carter. His smile warmed her heart like a hot pocket in a ski glove. That tickle zipped across her loins, and she wondered if it had any hope of being scratched.
Carter brought a plate of aluminum-foil-wrapped corn on the cob to the table and sat down. Blair jumped into the seat opposite Celia. The food began its rotation around the table.
Celia took the smallest steak and an ear of corn. Blair cut one steak in half and also grabbed the corn. Carter stabbed a twelve-ounce steak and plopped it on his plate. He then lifted his beer bottle and offered a toast.
"Here's to Celia, one of the bravest women I know. Welcome to our home." Celia raised her wine, and Blair held up a glass of ice water as the three toasted and dug into their meals. As Celia cut her steak, Blair leaned over and said, "Don't worry, I have volleyball practice in an hour. I'm not sticking around. I know you guys want to 'talk'." As she said the word 'talk,' a suspicious lilt in her tone suggested something else. With a glint in her eye, she smiled at Celia.
"Don't let me run you off. Volleyball, eh? I played volleyball in high school, too. How's the team?" Celia asked.
Blair bounced in her seat, exuding excitement. "We're really good this year.
Last year we went to the third round at state, and this year I think we can win it. I'm like the shortest girl on the team, but I have really good elevation. I can spike, and that's all I need to do. The other girls are all like you, super tall. Not that that's a bad thing. A lot of the boys at school really like the tall girls."
With unexpected affection, Celia smiled. Blair's youthful exuberance charmed her.
"Gosh, I remembered that like it was yesterday. Making elaborate hair ribbons and sharing them with the other girls, getting our makeup just right so we looked killer on the court."
"Oh yeah! We do that too." Blair's excitement rose. "Every game day, we choose a color theme that goes with green and yellow, our school colors. We do a lot of ribbons and drapey things in the back of our hair."
Celia swallowed a piece of steak and said, "I lettered four years. My senior year, we made it to the finals but lost to a school from Dallas. Broke my heart. I got a scholarship offer to go to West Texas A&M, but I married my high school boyfriend instead. That was truly stupid." With intense enthusiasm, Celia emphasized, "Do-not-do-that. Don't let any guy take away the things you love."
Blair shook her head. "Right! Boys can be such jerks. Who needs them, huh, Daddy?" she teased.
Carter had been watching the two of them interact with a broad smile on his face. "Hey now, we aren't all jerks, at least all of the time." Blair and Celia exchanged a look. "We'll be the judge of that," Celia said. They finished the meal, and Blair took away the dishes. A few minutes later, she came back outside carrying her backpack and a gym bag.
"Okay, all, I'm off. Dad, I'm going home to Mom's tonight, and I'll see you on Wednesday. You're coming to the match, right?"
"I wouldn't miss it. See you then. Drive safe." Blair hugged her dad. He kissed her on the cheek while he hugged her tight.
"Celia, it's been so nice to meet you. Finally, someone my dad sees that I can talk to. Have a good night." She hugged Celia.
"You have a good practice. Wish I could see you play sometime." Celia said. "Oh, there'll be time, I'm sure." Blair winked at Carter and zoomed out of the house.
Blair thinks we're dating.
Finally alone, Celia sat back down, refilled her glass, and said, "She's adorable. You have such a wonderful daughter."
Carter moved across the table and sat next to Celia. "Yeah, she's my pride and joy. You should see her play softball. That's her real sport. She's a catcher and has never let anyone steal second on her. She can throw that damn ball faster than I ever could."
"I noticed her arms when I came in. Clearly, she's an athlete. Any prospects on the horizon for her?"
Carter smiled and took a prideful deep breath. "UT is looking at her for softball. That would put her in your neck of the woods."
"Maybe I'd get to see her play?"
Carter moved closer to Celia. He put his beer on the table and placed his arm around her shoulders. Gently, he leaned in and kissed her. The kiss landed warm and simple—the perfect romantic kiss, which left her breathless in its perfection. A gentle current of sensation rippled through her body as she raised her hand to his cheek.
Their lips separated, but they held their faces close together. "I've been thinking about you a lot. I'm thrilled I get to see you, even if it is only for one night...again." He smiled.
A faint grimace flickered across Celia's face. The sweetness of the kiss lingered, but beneath its warmth, she felt a tug of apprehension. As much as she cherished the moment, she knew deep down that letting herself fall for Carter would mean risking everything she'd worked so hard to build in Austin. Her ambitions, her independence, the delicate balance of her new life—could be thrown into disarray if she allowed herself to get swept up in something more profound.
Carter must have seen the flicker in her eyes, and he countered, "Why don't we move over to the divan? It'll be more comfortable. Let me get your drink." He stood, and she followed. "I got this patio set last month, but have hardly had the opportunity to use it. Let's break it in together."
Carter sat down, but Celia didn't follow. She found herself hesitating and needing to say something. She had learned at least this much about herself: when something feels off, confront it. After a moment, she said, "On the way over here, I was wondering how this would go. Do we have wild sex? Do we talk, then have wild sex? Meeting your daughter wasn't on the agenda. Don't get me wrong, she's delightful, but that's a pretty big step for the second time we're together."
Carter looked at her with his soft eyes and said, "I hadn't really planned for her to be here; it just happened that way. And, I'm realizing, I barely know you at all, although I got a crash course the night we met. Come sit down, let's have a first date conversation and see where that goes." I gotta be sure he understands.
"Just so you know, I'm doing really well in Austin. I'm kicking ass at work. I have a great apartment. I'm making money, and I really don't want to get into a long-distance thing. I really like you, and we can get together when the circumstances arise, but I'm not looking for anything more than that right now." He took her hand, tenderness oozing out of him.
Damn, he's nearly impossible to resist.
"I understand completely. Let's make a pact. We see each other when we can, and when the situation dictates, otherwise, we live our lives and just be happy for the time we spend together. Does that work?"
Celia closed her eyes. She leaned in and kissed him, then said, "Sure, let's see how that works." She laughed at herself on the inside because, despite her protestations, she was being drawn to something down the road. It was an uneasy feeling.
The two sat on the sofa talking about themselves and asking questions of each other for a long while. Carter explained about his second marriage.
"Blair's mom, Melanie, she was a tough one. It all started great, but after a while, it just seemed that I couldn't do anything right. It got to the point where, if I put something in the dishwasher and she didn't rearrange it, I felt like I had accomplished something."
Celia laughed. "I know women like that. I've always wanted to ask them why they always look for the bad stuff."
"Anyway, that lasted until Blair was about four, and we called it quits. I've been single since. It's been okay."
A lull hit the conversation. Carter looked at his watch and gasped, "Geez, we've been sitting here for two hours. And more significantly, we've been outside for this whole time. As wonderful as this has been, I'm a little drippy."
It was Texas in August. Even though the sun had set hours ago and the misters were doing their best, they were both dripping.
"Yeah, I've got a few tributaries running down my back, now that you mention it," Celia said, as she wiggled her back, allowing her purple shirt to absorb some of the runoff.
Carter looked at the pool. "Care to go for a dip?"
"I think it would be great... but I didn't bring a suit." Carter slyly looked at her and said, "No problem, this is a clothing-optional resort. If you are of a mind, we can dispense with the formalities."
Intrigued, Celia said, "Wow! I haven't been skinny dipping since I was a kid." Celia scanned the backyard for the fence height and any second-story windows that might be looking down into it.
"To be honest, whenever the girls come over to swim, I have to search for my suit."
With that, he stood up and pulled his polo shirt over his head. Celia rechecked the sightlines. There were no groups of neighbors sipping on cocktails waiting to see what would happen. The sightlines seemed efficient, and once they were in the water, they'd be out of sight from any prying eyes.
Carter stood at the edge of the pool and unbuckled his shorts, letting them drop to his ankles. He kicked them off, dropped his underwear, and dove headfirst into the pool. Swimming a few lengths underwater, he popped his head up and said, "Whoa, that feels great! Come on in, the water's fine!"
Celia stood and made a timid walk to the pool. A sudden shyness swept over her. She had made love to this man. He had not only seen her naked but also intimately explored her body. Nonetheless, the thought of standing on the side of the pool, outside, undressing, truly intimidated her.
Carter yelled from the pool. "Come on in. You'll love it!"
"I'm just uncomfortable all of a sudden. What about your neighbors?"
"Backyard is private. Do you see any other houses or anything?" Celia scanned the perimeter again. "I guess. But... turn around." A nervous laugh escaped. "I'm really shy right now."
Carter smirked and, without hesitation, turned his back to her. Stepping under the awning, Celia began to unbutton her sleeveless purple blouse. She let the shirt fall open and then thought that if she took it off, her very minuscule muffin top might show. So, instead of taking the shirt off, she undid the side zipper on her white skirt and slipped it off first. The shirt tails would cover her waist until the skirt was gone. Tossing her skirt onto the chair that stood beside her, she then slipped off her plum-colored lace underwear. Turning her back to the pool, and once again checking the sightline for neighbors, she took off the blouse and unclasped the matching lace bra she had been wearing in anticipation of a night of passion. In this setting, it seemed incongruous and very much out of place.
As hot air settled over her body, she wrapped her arms around her breasts, hunched over, and scooted to the steps that led down into the pool. She couldn't help but scan the perimeter again, just to be sure.
I'm as bare-ass naked as I could be. Shit! In front of God and everyone.
Her foot skimmed the surface. It seemed to be the perfect temperature.
Lowering herself onto the first step, the water merely covered her ankles, but so far, so good—cool and refreshing without being too cold. She took the second step, and that put her thigh-deep in the pool. With one more brave step, she immersed herself to her waist. The sting of the water on her coochie and stomach brought her to her tiptoes. Goose bumps popped hard and fast over her breasts.
Her nipples hardened.
"Are you in?" Carter asked. Without waiting for a reply, he turned around to see her, arms in the air, dancing on her tiptoes, emitting little vocalized breaths, trying to get the courage just to go underwater. He laughed.
"Just do it! Rip the Band-Aid off and be done with it." He moved toward her.
"You stay right there, mister. Give me a second. I'll be fine." Her tone suggested the seriousness of her request, but her face exposed her joy.
"Okay, fine."
She bounced up and down a few times and then, grabbing her nose, submerged herself under the water.
After a few seconds, she then jumped up, splashing water all around. Celia let out a huge gasp and shook her head, her hair whipping from side to side.
Carter laughed and moved to get closer. Celia rubbed water from her eyes as he took her into his arms.
"Now, doesn't that feel great? Nothing like a cool dip to refresh and rejuvenate."
Celia put her arms around his substantial shoulders and pressed her body against his. His skin slid over hers, warm and slick. Leaning in, she kissed him.
Carter twirled her around in the water as he kissed her back. She moved so that her breasts would slither against his chest and wiggled them right to left. She loved the volume skidding over his body. The water turned their skin into human slip-n-slides. The sensual overload exhilarated her.
She pushed him away and drifted toward the middle of the pool. She hadn't been swimming since the new boobs and noticed right away that they were very buoyant. On her back, with her head just above water and her breasts reaching for the sky, she floated.
A sense of total freedom swept over her. The sensations of floating naked in a pool, being outdoors, seeing the night sky, combined with the embrace of the cool water, sent shivers of joy through her. How much of life had she missed, wasting all those years with Rod?
The pool maintained a steady four-foot depth. A metal post stood at the center of each side to secure a volleyball net. Squirming to a standing position, Carter floated a few feet away, watching her.
"What?" Celia asked, surprised to see him staring. Carter waded to her and took her in his arms. "I'm just so damn glad that you're here." He kissed her again.
Celia backed Carter against the side of the pool and glided her hands up and down his torso, her fingernails gently scraping. He accommodated her in the same manner, sensuously running his hands over her breasts, then coasted around her back, down to her ass. As he pulled her closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her fiercely. While their first kiss that night had been romantic, this one came at her carnally and raw. Reaching down, she took his erection and glided it into her. His head dropped back. She could see the pleasure on his face as he slipped in.
Using her legs against his hips, she rode up and down, slower at first and then with more aggression.
Carter twisted and pulled out. He shook his head and said, "I gotta change this up. I don't want to come just yet."
He lifted her out of the water and set her on the edge of the pool. Fully exposed, sitting on the edge of the pool, she once again surveyed the backyard for gawkers.
Satisfied that they were alone, her attention returned to Carter, who placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. Licking the inside of her thighs, he worked his way directly to her coochie. He pulled her forward a bit so that she dangled over the edge of the pool. Sucking her into his mouth, she felt him guide his tongue in and out. Her stomach muscles tightened, and she had to throw her hands behind her to keep from falling backward. His hands ran along her thighs and up her body to her breasts.
Carter cupped them from the bottom and ran up to her nipples, all the while his tongue never stopped working. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rotated each one in a sensual and gentle motion. She looked down at the two very hard, pink projectiles and nearly swooned.
Fucking amazing!
Throwing herself forward, she grabbed both sides of his head. Undeterred, his tongue continued to flip up and down. His hands dropped to her hips, pulling her tighter to his face, then threw her legs over his shoulders. The rush built. Celia's head dropped back. In a sudden and almost violent manner, she came, her taut stomach muscles contracting and her pelvis thrusting upward. A loud growl escaped her lips as she fell forward onto Carter's head, grasping at him.
She felt Carter change the rhythm as he slowed his tongue. The broad, flat top of Carter's tongue lapped at her lips. With deliberate pressure, Carter dropped his tongue to her taint and licked up to her clit. He reversed the motion and managed to insert his tongue each time he passed her coochie. Celia's spine rippled as another euphoric orgasm began building.
A tsunami of complete euphoria hit her. Her thighs clutched around Carter's head. He shook his head like a dog with a towel in his mouth, refusing to stop. His fingers moved constantly inside of her. Her stomach convulsed. Her upper body crunched over her thighs, each crunch coming with a louder groan.
Carter moved in a synchronized motion, alternating between inserting his fingers and massaging her clit with his thumb. She saw him look up at her, pleased with her reaction.
He likes this as much as I do!
Celia gasped as she pushed his head away. She began to laugh, "Okay, okay, you win. Stop. You have to stop!"
Carter pulled back, his hands on her knees, and smiled. "Told you I missed you."
She fell flat on her back, her hands pressed against her forehead, her thighs squeezing together. Attempting to sit up, Celia found it a more daunting task than she had imagined. She raised up on her elbows, her breathing still labored, and looked at the beautiful man resting between her legs. She closed her knees around his neck and said, "Everything I hoped for. You're amazing."
With that, she slid back into the pool and wrapped herself around this gorgeous hunk. His erection poked her stomach. With a grin of anticipation, she looked him in the eye. "Your turn. Hop up there, mister."
Carter pulled himself onto the side of the pool. His rock-hard erection pointed at Celia. Approaching him with her nails ready, she ran her fingertips up the inside of his thighs, just as he had done to her, and worked her way to his balls.
She cupped them and leaned over to take his penis into her mouth.
Celia had a moment of introspection. She had given Rod countless blowjobs, had sucked one or two of the other guys she had been with, but she had always approached it as an obligatory act rather than something she could derive pleasure from, hence a blow job. With Carter, though, she thought differently. That first night, she had explored his penis with great curiosity and intrigue, but she never really stopped to consider what she might want to do precisely.
For the first time, she understood that she could do this to pleasure herself as well as Carter.
If he enjoys going down on me so much, why can't I do the same? So, girl,
what do you like?
Examining the tip, she used her tongue as if she were reading Braille. She explored the texture, the tiny bumps, like little goose bumps, popping out. She saw that when fully engorged, it seemed to want to burst out of its skin. She took the tip into her mouth and ran her tongue around it several times. She found the heftiness of Carter's penis quite enticing. Her hands held the shaft as she focused on the tip. She ran her tongue along the underside, over the arrow-shaped indentation. She investigated the underside, licking from the middle of the shaft up to the tip. Carter shivered. Finding this spot, like the window of Rapunzel's tower, seemed to be a very erogenous zone for Carter. She continued to lavish her attention on this area.
Glancing up, she saw that he had fallen back, resting on his elbows, with his face to the sky. The control that she had over him at that moment invigorated her. She rubbed her hands up and down the shaft, watching his face as she did. His breathing became deep and labored. She dropped one hand to caress his balls. He squirmed with pleasure.
She had never had a man's balls in her mouth before and wondered if she would like that. With Carter on the side and her in the pool, there would never be a more perfect opportunity to find out.
Celia lowered herself into the water and took one of his balls into her mouth. As she sucked it in, she tweaked it. Carter jolted and convulsed. He pushed her head away.
"Whoa, careful there," he said through a sharp pain. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Celia panicked. "No, it's okay" He panted with a shiver. "Just very gentle with the balls.
They really aren't for sucking. Licking is great, but no pressure." He started to lean back again, but came forward. "You're amazing, by the way."
Celia blushed. "I'm still kinda learning about all this. I'll be more careful."
"As long as you don't stop, we're good." Carter chuckled and lay back onto the deck.
Now intimidated, Celia left his balls alone and returned to the shaft. Guiding her hands, one after the other, she ran them from the base to the tip. Moving forward, she took the entire shaft into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down.
She covered her teeth with her lips and hoped it would create a soft, skin-like surface he would like. His hips started to move with her.
Damn, this is actually fun!
Without warning, Carter sat up and pulled away. He had a look on his face that portrayed either ecstasy or desperation; she wasn't sure which. He slid into the pool in front of her and grabbed her. He pulled her to his chest and slid her down onto his erection.
She saw his expression contort and fall into rapture. Watching his eyes, he began to move inside of her. She clung to him, but this was his show now. She had taken him to this point, and now it was his turn to bring it home. His hips thrust against hers as she held on tight. His every muscle tensed, then, with a solid final thrust, he came, letting out a loud groan, almost a yell, that the neighbors had to have heard. He squeezed her tight and, with a giant exhale, dropped his head onto her shoulder.
He lowered them both into the pool to chin level and slowly swirled around in a circle. She flexed her coochie onto his dick, and he twitched each time that she did.
His breathing relaxed, and he pulled back to look at her. "Did I mention how glad I was to see you?"
Celia laughed. "If I wasn't sure before, I am now." She kissed him, letting her absolute delight flow over him. "I am really liking this skinny-dipping thing," Celia said, laughing as he slid out of her. Once again, his face showed a combination of pleasure and pain.
The two of them rested against the pool wall. Carter submerged for a moment and came up, wiping the water from his face. Celia leaned forward and placed her face under water. They drifted over to the stairs and sat, wrapped around each other for a few silent minutes.
After a cooling-off period, they got out of the pool, dried off, and lay naked on the chaise lounges at the pool's edge. The night air set the perfect tone for naked lounging. They held hands between the two chairs and stared at the starry sky.
Celia stretched. "I've never done anything like this." Huh, I seem to be saying that a lot lately.
Her skin held that taut and dry texture that only the post-swim heat can produce. She ran her hand over her stomach and down over her groin. A slight squeeze and a tiny moan followed.
I must be super comfortable to do that in front of him.
Celia then shared, "I have this little balcony off the master in my apartment.
It's hidden from view by a tree and another building. I've taken to sitting out there mostly naked. I love it. And this is even better."
She squeezed his hand and brought it to her lips. Kissing his knuckles, she squealed, just a tiny bit.
Carter rolled over to face Celia. As he did, she saw him pull his balls and penis out from between his legs and let them dangle. "I wasn't sure what your plans were for tonight. You're more than welcome to stay here, if you like."
Looking over at his beautiful, strong face, she said, "Excellent." "What time do you have to get out in the morning?" Carter asked. Celia stirred a bit on the lounge chair. "I have to meet the team at 9:00, and then we start the assault. I should probably leave here about 8:15."
Carter smiled and lay all the way back on the lounge chair. "Sounds perfect.
We can work in another session before you go."
Celia purred. How fucking perfect.