Sylvia sat fidgeting on her bed holding a cell phone in one hand and a margarita in the other. The temperature outside was scalding with humidity like the Amazon Jungle. She was naked except for the tiny patch on her mini G-string that barely covered her wanton pussy. She was trying to reach a friend that she had known for years.
"Finally," she said, "where have you been, Richard? I've been trying to reach you forever."
He explained that his wife was at the store and her credit card wasn't working. It took a while to straighten it out with the bank. They said the card had been deactivated due to a questionable purchase. Richard had run up a rather large bill at the Masseuse Salon the night before.
"Massage parlor, really Richard," she said unsympathetically. Sylvia bit her tongue trying not to say what she was thinking. "Massage parlor, Richard. You could have gotten the same service here for free." Instead she said, "Richard, I need your advice on one of my photographs. You have a good eye for this sort of thing. Could you come over? When? How about now? Please Richard, try to get here soon." It was the sound of a horny woman begging, not asking.
An hour went by before the doorbell rang. Sylvia wrapped herself in a flimsy robe then answered the door. Richard wore a white tank top, shorts, and loafers. He looked hot and not just because of the weather. He gave her a quick hug and said, "Okay, where are the pictures?"
"I haven't taken them yet," she said. "Let's go out by the pool. I'm having margaritas. Is that okay with you?"
"Fine," he said rather irritated.
Sipping their drinks next to the pool and sweating like they were in a rain forest, Sylvia asked, "How long have we known each other Richard?"
"I don't know, maybe eleven or twelve years back when you photographed my wedding."
"And I've taken pictures of your kids and some pictures on your tenth anniversary."
"Yes, that's right. What are you getting at?"
"I've never taken a picture of you alone, Richard. You're a sexy man. Would you mind if I took a few with your shirt off?"
"Why not. Give me a towel to wipe off the sweat."
"No, Richard, a raw manly body is exactly the look I'm going for. That's why I wanted you here on a steamy afternoon like today."
His chest was hairy and moist, his hair disheveled. He looked wild and sexy and she took a dozen pictures at various angles. Putting down her camera she said, "That's so great Richard, exactly as I imagined you."
Then she took off her robe and jumped in the pool. "Join me. It's wonderful in here." Richard slipped off his loafers and shorts and plunged in the water.
"But you left on your briefs. I never thought of you as being shy."
"I'm not accustomed to swimming nude with a beautiful woman."
"Well I'm not quite naked either. What if we take off what's left, then we will be equals."
That is what they had become, two equally nude figures in the pool, then sitting together by a shimmering blue pool on a hot summer day.
"I always wanted to know, Richard, why you never made a pass at me. Don't you find me appealing?"
"Now that I see you like this, more than appealing, Sylvia but I'm married."
"And being married is a reason?"
"Now that I see what I've been missing, I suppose not."
"Well, I can't see why married people have hang-ups about affairs. In my case, it put a sizzle in the bedroom."
"Most married people like me aren't afraid of cheating. We're afraid of being divorced like you."
Sylvia put her hand on his thigh and gave him a peck on his cheek, "I see, but you might be willing to make a small sacrifice."
Richard didn't say yes; he didn't say no. As she delicately touched his rising erection she said, "It looks like this fella down here is ready to compromise."
Taking a firm hold of his cock, Sylvia stroked him until he was as hard as a fence post, then sat on it with her back to him pushing it deep into her drenched cunt. Bouncing on his dick, she had an orgasm in the first three strokes and another on the eighth. It was a feeling Sylvia hadn't experienced since she was with the college kid from the photo shop.
Keeping him inside her, she corkscrewed his cock to face him. Richard lost his resistance quickly as he watched her copious breasts bounce with every thrust. Sylvia spontaneously moved forward so that Richard could suck her nipples but that was only momentary when she arched backward rocking on his cock. He couldn't last and sent bullets of cum deep into her pussy.
She hugged him and said, "Richard, I needed that so much. Something about the hot weather makes me horny and I haven't had sex since Harvey left me," which wasn't quite true. You are a great friend. Thanks. If you ever need it again, don't go to the massage parlor. Give me a call.
Sylvia had an appointment with a real estate agent the next day who was putting a multi-million mansion up for sale. He needed several professional photographs of the estate. A former lover from her past recommended Sylvia.
The weather turned stormy when the agent, Burt Silver, drove them to the property. The lighting was poor, but Sylvia was able to make adjustments except for the outside shots. Burt suggested they return when the weather was better. Sylvia agreed.
"Look, Silvia, I set this entire day aside for this appointment. So, I've got the rest of the day free. How about if we have lunch together?"
"Sounds good. Are you paying?" Sylvia asked coquettishly.
"Of course. It's a business expense."
The moment they sat at the bar ordering martinis, Burt began hitting on her. Sylvia didn't mind. She always liked the attention and was good at flirting back. Eventually it was hard to tell who was seducing whom.
