And, whilst I'd love for the lounging to be in the sun, I'm instead compelled to seek the sanctuary of some shade where my pale skin, that is susceptible to burning at the first hint of sun U.V. rays, can enjoy some respite from the sun's relentless heat.
But you know what is even better than hiding in the shade? Soaking in the chilled waters of a temperature controlled pool that is also bathed in shadow. Yeah, sounds like heaven right?
Wait, it can get even better than that though! Because imagine that you are beckoned to that pool by the gorgeous Miss Fatale... Now that's what I'm talking about.
So excited was I that I when I dipped down into the pool, I completely misjudged the depth of the water. In an instant, my loose t-shirt was soaked and clinging tight against my skin, exposing every contour of my body underneath.
I do so hate feeling restricted like that so, with a cheer from Emmy, I pulled my top over my head and cast it aside, before snuggling up with my delicious host who, no surprises here, was already completely in the buff herself.
Now, I've openly explained many times before how much I love to tease Emmy. She wants me so fucking bad and I find it intoxicating to know that I can stir that sort of longing in someone else. That fact that it is another woman, which is a realm that is not normally for me, only heightens the excitement by adding to sense of the forbidden.
Today though, my hubris got the better of me though. But let me rewind a little before I get into that by first saying that although I love to tease Emmy, I can't help better get turned on by the though of one day letting her have her way with me. I've long accepted that it will happen one day, so the challenge is drawing it out as long as possible to build as much anticipation.
And what better way to build the anticipation than to live on the edge a little. To go right to the brink before pulling back. To always allow for the possibility that it could happen at any moment. Because it's not thrilling if those teases are idle and have no intent behind them, right?
So, to that end, of late I've been playing a little game with Emmy. A game where I let fate decide when she'll get to explore between my legs. And today my over-confidence that the odds where in my favour came back to haunt me as her lucky number finally came up.
Problematically, I had already lingered longer than I should have so her time to claim her prize was limited. So a compromise. She could claim just a tiny taster and hold onto an I.O.U for a later time.
Thinking she would voraciously dive in and make the most of the few minutes she had at her disposal, she fiendishly turned the tables on me by slowly taking her time. to titillate me with some sensual boob play. Pressing her own pillow breasts against mine, own hardening nipples rubbing against each other as my arousal went through the roof.
Then, the more I had expecting to come so sooner, her toes curled around the band of my bikini bottoms and slide them down my thighs. But still she held back. Not even my encouragement to do as she pleased would rush her.
Savouring having me in the palm of her hand, her lips and fingers teased and suggested at the sort of pleasure that I had been dreaming of but still she resisted the temptation to venture further south with her sensual touching.
So turned on was I that I found myself on the verge of begging her to get me off. My hubris well and truly put me in this situation of having lost control of our game of teasing. Now I was the one aching for it just as many departure time loomed.
With expert timing, almost as if she had one eye on the clock so she could time it perfectly, she lifted me on to the side of the pool and finally began to wander down my body. From merely pleasuring my perky tits. her lips travelled across my tummy, down to my forbidden area.
Admittedly I did let her finger me once as part of my Masturbation Challenge but never before has she managed to steal a taste of my sweet pussy. Filled with expectation that now would be the time that now was the moment that it would finally happen, my pussy was suitably wet with excitement to give her proper taste of my juices.
Very deliberately though, Emmy's tongue just grazed across my bean before running down my slickened slit just once. She managed to time it perfectly so that she could get that single taste with her final actual of teasing before I apologetically wriggled away from her to collect my discarded clothes from my darling husband who had quietly arrived unannounced, just in time to see he wife spreading her legs for another woman.
And that was it, time for me to go. To go with a promise that that brief taste was just a preview of what Emmy would have in store for me at a future time of her choosing. That's something for you to all look forward to hearing about in explicit detail, of course!
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