This story is a 2018 Summer Lovin' Contest entry. If you like it, please vote until September 12th, 2018. Thanks and enjoy!
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The young woman with honey blonde hair, an upturned nose and sly blue eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses was tanning pool side at her mother's home. A small pool of perspiration had collected in the hollows of Lizzy's collarbone. It finally dribbled down between her breasts when she shifted her shapely legs to get comfortable on the sun lounger. She willed her finger across her skin to wipe away the tickling sweat as it trickled between her breasts popping from the triangles of her yellow string bikini. She gave a contented sigh, happy to be home in the States.
After living a year in the hustle of London, the spacious suburb whose quiet was broken by the distance whir of a leaf blower was a lovely change of pace. Lizzy loved London where she studied international banking with the prestigious brokerage firm of Deutsche and Nobles, but it was good to be back home if only for the summer. The dating situation in London was atrocious. Though she attracted men her age, they had nothing going on. It was the ones that were fifty years and older that treated her in which she was accustomed; being spoiled and pampered. Bankers, restauranteurs, even a Lord of Parliament she'd met at a company event. The Lord turned out to be useful. He came around every week day morning in his car to pick her up from her cramped flat that she shared with two other girls and took her to work. On the ride to work, she allowed him to palm her breasts and finger diddle her snatch. It beat being trapped in the morning crush in public transit. She found it a worthy exchange.
Lizzy sipped some ice tea before checking her phone on this lazy Friday afternoon. Her mother had nagged her to get a summer job. She half-assed tried, going to the neighborhood coffee shop and sandwich shop, but no one wanted to hire her for a three month term. When she turned eighteen, her father no longer paid child support. This put a dent in her wallet and with her mother trying to teach her a lesson in being financially responsible and giving her money for only bare necessities, Lizzy was all but broke. Until her student loan and grants come in, she was pretty much housebound until the fall semester starts and she moves into a campus dorm hundreds of miles away. She fantasized about dropping out of university and going back to London to be a professional party girl; the kind that were paid well to attend bankers' parties and be the play toys to wealthy and powerful men. They make as much money as some bankers. The creak of the opening gate caused her head to roll to the left. A good looking guy in a t-shirt and board shorts who looked to be in his early twenties entered the back yard. Loaded down with pool cleaning equipment, he meandered to the pool before spotting her.
"Hey," he called out.
"Hey," she answered.
He set down the equipment and knelt to check the water's chemicals. His wavy brown hair fell over his face.
"Where's Pete?" Lizzy asked, referring to the nice older man who has cleaned their pool for the past ten years.
"Uncle Pete retired. He sold me his business. I'm Jay."
She turned her face to the sky without a reply. Jay was accustomed to pool side princesses who flaunt their bodies and never follow through. Rebuffed by this snotty chick with a bitchin' body, Jay set about his job and extended the leaf skimming net.
On more than one occasion, Lizzy caught him looking her way. She gazed at him surreptitiously from behind her sunglasses. She found his ass enticing. His taut muscles of his sturdy bowed legs and hard arms flexed as he skimmed leaves and bugs from the pool. Every once in a while, when he turned to face her, her eyes gravitated to his crotch. She wondered what his dick looked like. It had been so long since she'd had a young guy having slept with old guys for a year. She wanted to see his dick. She wanted his dick in her mouth.
"Hey," she shouted over the pool. He looked over at her.
"Come here."
He set down the long handled net to saunter her way with a deliberate swagger. She sat up as he approached. She felt as though she had something to prove to him; that she wasn't just some dumb cock tease. She was a sexual tiger.
With his crotch mere inches from her face, she reached out to unzip his shorts. He said nothing. He didn't stop her. He looked down upon her as she popped out his semi-hard cock.
She purred, "My, you're packing."
"Uh-huh," he dumbly replied as she tugged at his hardening flesh.
Her hand wrapped around his dick and she gave him a little hand job before pulling his dick close to her glossy lips. His musky masculine scent was intoxicating. His dick twitch as her breath steamed over his cock's head. She slowly took his shaft into her mouth before bobbing her head back and forth over it. Her tightly closed lips and wriggling velvety tongue brought it to absolute hardness. As the slurping became louder, Jay lifted up his shirt, looking down upon the blonde headed girl suck him off. His eyes rolled up to the sky and his thighs trembled as she hit the sweet spots of his circumcised head with her rippling tongue. It didn't take long for his balls to tighten, threatening to spurt his load into her willing mouth. His hands dropped his shirt as he grabbed her head to steady it. He groaned as he began to madly fuck her throat. She let him, holding her mouth open, but keeping her bow lips pursed as his groin hit her chin and his pubes crushed into her lips over and over again. She pretended to gag to get him to cum quicker as he rammed his dick down her throat. He gripped her silky hair before plunging his dick down her throat and held it there as he trembled all over.
"Fuuuck," he loudly exclaimed as he came.
Lizzy gagged for real, choking on wads of jizz sliding down her throat like raw oysters. When the loads lessened and his cock quit jerking, he let go of her head to stagger back a bit as he massaged his waning boner. Lizzy said nothing. She simply got up from the lounger and walked away. She opened the sliding glass door leading into the kitchen. She was surprised to see her stepfather, Steve standing there as she thought he was still at the grocery store. Steve was a good-looking, well-built man who was probably a jock in his younger days. Short black hair, the speckle of grey in his closely trimmed beard was the only indication that he was in his late forties. He was three years younger than her mom but he was still hot. He was a confident, easy going guy who enjoys being wrapped around her mom's diamond decked finger. Dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt, he stood there drinking beer from a freshly opened bottle.
"Hey Steve," she said as she opened the fridge door to retrieve a chilled bottle of water.
"Lizzy."
She grabbed her water and twisted the top off. Before she could drink, Steve stepped up to her. His hand slowly inched to her face.
"You got a little something right here," he said, wiping away a smear of cum and raspberry lip gloss from her chin.
Her hand flew up to rub away the mess. With her eyes locked onto to his, she replied,
"That happens sometimes when you're sucking cock."
He grinned. "Yeah. I saw."
Her eyes widened in shock before settling back into a smirking gaze.
"Watched the whole thing," he said.
Her eyes darted to his pants to see his hard-on still bulge in his khakis.
She asked, "You like what you saw?"
"I loved it."
"You want me, don't you?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"What about my mom?"
