My Best Friend Made Me Finish at the Public Pool
We queued for the slides all morning, but it was in the water, with her hand sliding over my waist, that I understood what she really wanted from me.
We queued for the slides all morning, but it was in the water, with her hand sliding over my waist, that I understood what she really wanted from me.
She thought I was still asleep while she touched herself on the floor beside my bed. I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to stop, not yet.
The age gap should have been a problem, not an invitation. But when she kicked off her shoes and looked at me from the sofa, I knew I’d obey every order.
All it took was for her to tilt her head toward the back door for me to set my glass on the bar and follow her without thinking twice.
When she sat at the bar and smiled at me, I thought we’d only share a drink. I never imagined that a few hours later I’d be naked, waiting for her next order.
I was only serving drinks. She was looking at me from the other side of the bar as if she already knew, before I did, how that night would end.
When she took off her blouse in front of the open window, I knew she wasn’t going to stop even if half the neighborhood was watching. And I didn’t want her to stop either.
She pushed me against the wall with a slow kiss, lowered her voice to a whisper, and told me I’d be a good girl. I never knew her name, but I obeyed her.
I didn’t take my eyes off her when she came to the bed. I knew what was about to happen shouldn’t happen, and still I let her sit on my lap.