Chapter 3
As the two recovered from their exertions, they didn't hear the sound of the BMW pulling into the circular drive and into the garage. Stacy's mom got out of the silver Beemer and lugged her suitcase into the house. She'd managed to catch and early flight home, but she was dog tired from her business trip, and she was looking forward to climbing into her whirlpool tub and relaxing.
She called out to Stacy, but getting no answer, she assumed her daughter must be out. Her mom, Lois, was staying with Stacy, but it didn't surprise Stacy's mom that Lois hadn't heard her come in. Her hearing was getting worse every year.
She climbed the stairs to her master suite. On the way, she passed by the guest room and saw Lois asleep in her leather recliner while the television blared. It was tuned to one of those afternoon talk shows that Stacy's mom found so irritating. She tip-toed into the room and turned the volume down before proceeding on to her room.
She dropped her suitcase on the floor and kicked off her high heels. She jokingly said that, after a day of walking around in 5-inch heels, the feeling of taking them off was just about as good as an orgasm.
She padded across the floor in her stockings, pausing at the mini-fridge where she grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay and a chilled wine glass before heading to the bathroom.
Her bathroom was as big as most people's bedroom, and that didn't include the walk-in closet that essentially doubled the size of the room. Large windows lined the wall near the Jacuzzi tub. The glass was specially treated so that when she flicked a switch, the glass would turn opaque. She didn't understand the science behind it, but it was pretty cool technology, but the truth of the matter was that she rarely used it. First of all, her back yard was secluded enough that you'd basically have to climb into a tree to see into her bathroom, and second, Stacy's mom was somewhat of an exhibitionist at heart, and she wasn't really too worried about someone catching a peek at her body.
She was in her late 30s, having had Stacy when she was only 20 years old, and she still couldn't get used to the idea that she had a 19-year-old daughter.
She went over to the tub and turned on the water to begin filling it. That's when she noticed Stacy and her boyfriend lying on the pool beach. It looked like they were asleep. Not for the first time, Stacy's mom wondered if her daughter was still a virgin. She doubted it — not with a boyfriend like Wayne. There was something about him that she couldn't quite figure out. He just seemed to have a lot more confidence than she remembered having at his age.
She began stripping off her clothes, removing the tight white blouse that was professional while still being provocative. The tight straight skirt came next, revealing the thong underwear and garter belt that held up the hose. Stacy's mom couldn't stand panty hose, and besides, the garter belt made her feel incredibly sexy. She popped the clasps on the garters and, placing one foot on her dressing table stool, rolled the nylon down her leg. She repeated the process with the other leg and then shimmied out of the garter.
She released the front clasp of her Victoria Secret bra to reveal her large breasts, both delighted at being freed from their bondage. She pressed them together and massaged them briefly to restore the circulation. Her nipples hardened immediately, not so much from the manual stimulation as from the cool air in the house.
She stepped out of the thong and walked over to the tub. The water was hot, but it felt good on her sore muscles. She always felt like she had been physically beaten after a long day of travel. She lay back in the tub, and allowed the pleasure of the water to wash over her and lull her to sleep.
***
Stacy opened her eyes and realized that she had dozed off. She noticed that Wayne had put her bikini back on her while she slept, and in fact, he was still sleeping next to her.
All of the sudden, she remembered her promise to him. "Maybe he'll forget," she thought, but quickly discarded that idea. There was no way he was going to forget that she promised to suck him off.
"Well," she thought, "I did promise." Even as that thought ran through her head, she realized that she was kind of excited by the idea. After all, a bunch of her friends said they had done it, and they talked about how as long as they gave good head, their guys would follow them anywhere.
Stacy looked over at Wayne's sleeping form. His legs were hanging down into the water, and she could see the bulge of his cock through his swimsuit.
"Why not?" she thought, looking around to make sure no one had come out onto the terrace while they slept.
Moving quietly, she slid down the beach and into the pool, which was about 4 feet deep where the beach dropped off. She was able to stand comfortably, and she moved between Wayne's legs, being careful not to wake him up.
Leaning down, she began placing kisses on the outline of his cock and balls. The young man started to stir. She placed her mouth over his balls and blew her warm breath through the fabric of his trunks. That elicited a soft moan from him.
Moving back up, her kisses became more fervent as his cock continued to grow until it extended to the waistband of his shorts. She could actually see the head when she looked down into his shorts. Her little pink tongue snaked out to lick the tip when she noticed a small drop of pre-cum forming at the opening. She scooped it up, tasting the thick, slightly salty fluid, and didn't find it distasteful at all.
She grasped the drawstring on his suit, and untied it. There was no way she was going to get the suit off of him without him waking up, so she began to rub him through the fabric, stroking the long shaft and cupping his balls.
Wayne awoke to one of the greatest feelings known to man — a beautiful young woman caressing him.
"Did you have a good nap?" she asked.
"Uh huh," he said, stretching.
"I've been thinking about my promise," she said.
"And?"
"I want these off of you," she said without preamble.
Wayne looked around to make sure they were alone, and then lifted his hips from the shallow water and slid the trunks down his legs. Stacy pulled them all the way off and tossed them across the pool.
"Hey! What if someone comes out?" he complained.
"Well, I guess you'd better stay in the deep end until they're gone," she said deviously.
With his suit out of her way, Stacy leaned between his legs and ran her tongue across his balls. He groaned in appreciation. She took one into her mouth, and he sucked in his breath, feeling somewhat alarmed that her teeth were now wrapped around his huevos.
He felt her tongue dance over his sensitive balls and decided that the feeling was amazing.
***
Stacy's mom awoke with a start. She had been having a dream, an erotic dream to be exact. She was lying in a cabana being pleasured by and pleasuring three young men. Her pussy was tingling, and she reached under the water to run her fingers through her slit. She leisurely played with herself, using one hand to circle her clit while the other squeezed her breast.
