Parker was lying naked in the pool on his lounger with a cold brew in his hand. Eyes closed, totally relaxed and unaware that anyone was in the vicinity. The heat blazed down on his bronzed body and the cool ripples lapped at his sides. As he finished the brew, he tossed the can to the waste bin at pool-side…two points. "Musta not had enough, yet." He chuckled. He decided it was time to even his tan and turned on his stomach on the water lounger.
His thoughts drifted back to his recent written rendezvous with the red head in Dallas. He felt a heated rush as he thought of their last encounter. She wasn't a real beauty by anyone's standards. Pretty? Yes. Striking? Yes. Her color combination with clear soft skin, dark blue eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes and auburn curls to frame her face, were enough to gain attention but, it wasn't her appearance that captivated a man. It was the expressions and the way she moved. She enjoyed the art of lovemaking and it was apparent in the devilment gleam in her eyes if ever you should catch her glance. Even now he envisioned her tanned ass lying in front of him open and waiting. He imagined her little puckered ass whole just begging to be pushed, prodded and licked with his tongue.
He opened his eyes and the creases of the water raft brought the image more into focus. He glanced around the pool area. Wife and kids were gone; so he should be alone for a while. Sure that no one was watching, he slid his tongue up the crease of the floating mat. The soft texture of the raft reminded him of her soft skin and he moaned wanting to taste her. The brew and the sun had blinded him to sanity and the folds of the raft quickly become slick with saliva as he pretend to ream her pert tight little ass hole. In his mind, he again felt her squirm beneath his tongue. The memories of their last fuck feast were so vivid.
Her quivering and shaking as he prodded her privacy seemed magnified now in the folds of the raft and he even imagined he could smell her scent and taste the wetness that dripped from her hot little pussy. Again and alone his tongue stroked her ass hole then her drenched pussy, back and forth, until she explodes into a thousand tiny pieces sending waves crashing against his tongue. Above the hum of a local lawnmower he could hear her moans of pleasure.
Lawn mower? The intrusion brought him back to the present and he felt his toes dangling in the cool water beneath. His cock was semi-engorged and pressing into the mattress; a hard-on brought on by his imagery. It felt good the friction of the raft against his lengthening member. The vinyl tugging at the head of his cock and he couldn't resist a slight lift or two of his hips. Then with a reality check he decided he should probably save this one. "Better send you into the water, boy." He thought to himself. He slid down onto the mattress until his half hardened cock and balls are immersed in the cool water of the pool. His upper body was floating with the raft....
Anna watched from a distance his actions, aware that Parker thought he was alone. A smile twitched on her lips as she recalled the vivid love scenes they had played out together in prose. He must be remembering them now, she thought. She watched as he licked at the raft and her fingers ached to message his hardening cock. She waited in the shadows until he slid his thick piece into the water… she was worried that he would waste his beautiful erection without her and wanted to join in the fun. As he relaxed again, she slid into the water. It felt good to her naked body and turning on her side she did a stealth turn on the surface of the water careful not to cause a ripple. She checked once to see if Parker had noticed any intrusions then dove for the bottom of the pool. She swam toward the raft along the bottom until she was directly beneath. Looking up she could see his naked genitals swinging back and forth in the cool water, enjoying the rippling effect and a renewed hard-on.