All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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As the summer of 1999 drew to a close, my neighbors Tom and Eva were having a last hoorah BBQ since it was going to be over 90 degrees that Saturday. This was also to be an adults only BBQ, so kids would be replaced by a lot more liquor. I also came to find out that no kids also meant that the swim suits would be, shall we say, not 100% family appropriate. Not naked or anything, but definitely swimwear that you wouldn't see at a pubic pool.
I came to the BBQ in my favorite (and lately underused) surf trunks and a tank top. From the gathering of about 30-ish people, I was a little overdressed. The men, for the most part, were shirtless and many were in speedos. The women, to my delight, were in a mix of micro-one piece and barely covering bikinis. One woman was wearing a blue one piece that covered normally, except that it turned more than a little transparent when she emerged from the water.
I saw Tom at the grill taking to another man who looked similar. Just as muscled, a little taller, and with blonde hair, this gentleman decided to rock some 60's era James Bond swim shorts.
"Hey, Paul," Tom called, waving me over with his tongs. "This is my friend Eric. Eric, Paul." I shook Erics surprisingly soft hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said. Tom handed me a hot dog and as I walked away I heard Eric in a hushed tone to Tom say "So that's Paul?"
I didn't quite know what to make of that. Sitting at a folding table with my food, I thought on it a bit. Eva did mention that Tom's lover was named Eric. And as I glanced back at them, I did see that they were a little chummy. Standing a bit closer than you'd normally see two guys, and talked in lower tones than everyone else at the party.
As I thought on this, I didn't even see Eva sneak up behind me. Her hand on my shoulder absolutely did not make me jump a little and drop my food on the ground. That would be silly.
"Sorry," she said, taking a seat next to me. She, like the other ladies at the party, was wearing a skimpier bikini than I'd seen her in so far. It was leopard print, with the bottoms tied by strings at the sides. The bikini top was string and the cups were more like strips that barely covered her nipples. The tan lines from her normal swim suit were still evident, especially the top. For a woman in her mid-30's she was sexy and alluring in the extreme. I was obviously staring, and she smiled when she said "I take it you like my swim suit?"
"If you can even call it that," I said. I took another bite of food before remembering that it was on the ground a moment ago. Hot women in skimpy bikinis tend to make my brain not work good much.
"Since I bought it at the lingerie store you run, it may fall more under that category."
"Either way, it's quite fetching," I said.
"Good," she said, leaning over towards me. She lowered her voice so no one else would hear. "I've been waiting for you. And it's been too long since you and I have had a moment alone."
I leaned towards her, keeping my voice just a quiet.
"We agreed to seeing each other twice a week," I said, smirking, "and so far we've hooked up every other day for the past month. We just had a rendezvous yesterday morning, so how is that too long?
"And please," I said, still smirking, "feel free to use as graphic and vivid words as you need to explain it."
Eva, her wide lips breaking into a great big smile, quickly recovered her composure lest people around us start to notice something.
"Well," she said, trying to keep a straight face, "I have a lot of time to make up for in terms of getting mine. So much so that even after we fuck for hours, I am so turned on still that I masturbate when I get home."
Her explanation was starting to have a tightening effect on my surf shorts.
"Those polaroids we took are quite useful for that. I just stare at them while using my dildo and it gets me off quite nicely. And since our last encounter, I've been looking forward to today's party. Especially since you were going to be here."
"Oh," I asked, "and how come?"
"Come upstairs to the guest room and find out," she said. She slowly, methodically, leaned away and stood up. She deliberately sauntered away. Her bottoms were a thong that showed off her amazing, firm, round ass. The tan lines from her normal hip hugging bottoms just added to the sexiness of her walking. She didn't turn around as she went into the house, and slowly walked up the stairs.
Taking a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching us, I slowly got up as well and made my way upstairs.
Once upstairs, I entered the room that Amanda and I once had a hook up in to find Eva sitting against a table. She looked very casual in her stance, her hands resting behind her.
"Glad you could make it," she said smirking. "As I said, I've been looking forward to today for one very important reason.
"The first time I saw you and Amanda, I was peeking through the door crack. And then I asked you to help me recreate it in your house. But now, I want to fully recreate that first experience and fantasy."
She stood up and untied her bottoms with a simple tug of a string. They fell away easily, revealing her small landing strip and visibly wet pussy.
"So," she said, taking a step towards me. "I'm going to suck that long, hard, magnificent dick; you're going go fuck me from behind; and then you're going to cover my face and chest in every drop of cum I can squeeze out of you."
Eva took me by the hands until I was also in front of the table. She deftly pulled down my shorts and released by pent up hard on, lightly smacking her in to stomach.
She dropped to her knees and inhaled my member as if it was her mission. She stroked my shaft with her small hands, squeezing as she licked, flicked, and deep throated my cock at a fast pace.
"Fuck, Eva, that feels fucking amazing," I told her. Her response was to increase her speed, bobbing on the head and stroking me even more quickly. Her throat was hot, tight, and wet, eliciting moans from me as she worked my member. After a few minutes, she stood back up and kissed me.
"Fuck me," she said as she broke out kiss. "Please fuck me hard and fast and deep. I need to feel you inside me."
Her breath was quick and shallow and her stroking of my cock didn't stop at all. Grabbing her shoulders, I spun her around and forced her to bend over. Stepping behind her, I ran the head of my cock along her silky folds, this time eliciting a few moans out of her lips.
"Since you said please," I said. I pushed every inch of my long, hard cock into Eva's tight, hot pussy in one smooth stroke. I buried myself in her completely, pushing against her ass with pressure.
"Yes! FUCK!" she exclaimed as I entered her so forcefully. I started at a medium pace so she could get use to me. I looked up and saw that a standing mirror was right in front of us. I could see Eva, smiling with her eyes closed. The swaying her breasts and expression on her face was incredibly sexy.
"Damn you look good," I told her. She looked into the mirror and smile wider.
