Grand Finale

A 4th of July Night With Me

Photo by Clément M. on Unsplash

My brain is only working in fits and starts today which is reflected in my writing. The whole day is a blur to my sex-addled haze. I am still lost in the details but will share as much as I can with you. 💋

All day was filled with errands and obligations but he found every opportunity to touch me.

He reached around me at the grocery store to grab an item off the shelf and press into my back.

He followed me into the dressing room to try on swimsuits and helped me undress, watching me as I tried one on after the other, telling me what he liked about each of them. And when I was finished, he slid the last one off, easing it down my hips and lifting each foot out of the bikini bottoms.

He stayed down on his knees in front of my naked body for a moment, looking up at me through his long eyelashes. Those ice blue eyes a stormy grey.

When we finally got home, he leaned over in the seat before turning the car off to glide his lips along my neck.

We’d already RSVP’d to our neighbors barbeque, so we had to get to work in the kitchen making the sides we said we’d bring.

Reaching up to take the pot off the hanging rack we laughed about Princess Bride as he said, “As you wish.”

When the water started to boil and the macaroni noodles were in, I felt a tug at my ponytail that tilted my head back. His other hand wrapped gently around my neck with a small squeeze before sliding down my chest between my breasts. Then he was gone.

All day long he undressed me with his eyes and stole touches. My body vibrated with desire. It wanted more… it craved him.

With my new bikini on, hidden by a sarong that reached my ankles, and a floppy hat, we walked next door with our offerings.

I looked forward to this party all week, but now it was the last place I wanted to go. All I could think about was the ache between my legs and the need to have him.

I couldn’t eat.

I could barely hold a conversation.

My eyes needed to be looking at him; my hands needed to feel his skin.

I caught a glimpse of him across the pool, staring at me while he removed his shirt. His tan skin stood out from the sterile, white deck. The ripple of his muscles were in harmony with the waves.

Without thought or an “excuse me” to whomever I was speaking with, I approached my side of the pool.

I dropped everything to the floor. First, my hat then my sarong. I stepped out of my shoes and approached the water.

We might as well have been alone.

I didn’t even feel the temperature of the water as I took each step down bringing me closer to him.

While I waded toward him, sitting on the edge dangling his feet, the water lit my body up. It caressed every inch of me, soaking into my suit, and heightening every sensation.

When I reached him, I placed my hands on his knees and slid my body between his legs. His lips were tender and salty when they delicately pressed mine.

It was soft and quick but he lingered close to me, our breaths mingling, as he slid into the water with me.

He held me as we danced to our own heartbeats, everything beneath the surface touching.

I would have sold my soul to be alone with him, naked.

He leaned in and whispered, “The fireworks don’t start for another hour, do you think you can make it?” Just then, his hand slid between us and cupped my pussy. His fingers caressed but didn’t enter. This was about the tease, not the act.

I breathed out slowly, containing a moan. My eyes fluttered before they darted around to see if anyone was watching. To anyone around us, we were just two people embracing in the pool but if they looked closely, they might be able to tell by our body language that more was going on.

I shook my head. There was no way I’d be able to get out of this pool and pretend I was ok. Hold “normal” conversations about the weather and work when electricity was flowing through me ready to explode.

Without another word, he let me go. The absence of him filled me with a loneliness that almost broke me.

He retreated to his side of the pool as I did the same. We collected our belongings and slipped out without a goodbye or thank you.

He was untying my bikini top before our door had even closed and when it did, he was pushing me up against it, kneading my tits and kissing me aggressively, his erection pressing into me.

I’m not really sure when the rest of our clothes came off. I became lost in him and found myself sitting on the stairs with his head between my legs.