I leapt as she headed for the cottage door. When she came around to the pool a few minutes later, I was back on my beach towel and my younger sister, Anna, was gathering her things to leave. In the few moments I'd had to think, I'd decided to act as normal as humanly possible for now. Who knows," I thought. Maybe I can turn this to my advantage. How, I had no idea.
I was astounded at how perfectly cool Missy behaved on the way home. She was never much for banal conversation, so the usual pleasantries got us back to Palos Verdes, after which I went directly to my room.
By now you know a lot more about Missy and Kurt than you do about me. What's there to say? My name is Linda. I'm tall, blond and athletic, my friends say I'm gorgeous but looking in the mirror I'm never quite sure what they're talking about. My Dad once described me as Grace Kelley from the neck up and Steffi Graf from the shoulders down. I think it was Steffi's long, muscular legs that he was talking about. At any rate, I do take after my Mom, who truly was beautiful and a warm, loving mother to boot. She died three years ago and my Dad was so heartbroken I really thought he would never marry again. But I can see that Missy would be hard for any man to resist. Whereas my mom had a wholesome loveliness about her, Missy exudes sheer sexuality, a classic trophy wife. I think Dad realized fairly quickly the mistake he'd made because his time at the office and his business trips soon began taking up greater amounts of his life. Missy seemed to be fine with that. It was clear that the great Trent von Stahl was little more than a multi million dollar meal ticket for her. I saw from the start the reasons both had for marriage and honestly I could sympathize with my dad because I know he missed Mom dearly. I figured a little companionship wouldn't hurt, even if it were purely sexual. His heart would always belong to Mama.
But back to the most important thing, me. Barely 18, I really hadn't developed much interest in sex. Most of my free time was spent in the swimming pool and the attending exhaustion was hard to overcome, even though the guys on the team were hunks. Sure I'd dated some but it was pretty innocuous stuff that usually ended with a kiss goodnight and the one guy who tried to take it further...well, I socked him so hard he lost a tooth. Needless to say, that didn't do much for my popularity with the opposite sex.
The scene I'd just witnessed had definitely shaken my innocent world but I honestly had no idea of how to deal with the experience. Initially I was more angry and confused than turned on by Missy's behavior but now, in the silence and safety of my room, the vivid images came flooding back and I realized I was trembling.
I didn't have much on, just an old t-shirt covering my bikini, and suddenly I had an urgent wish to see myself naked. I suppose I actually wanted to compare my body with Missy's. How many times have I undressed myself in my life? How many times had I seen my own naked image in the mirror? Then why was I shivering as I unsnapped my halter, exposing my young breasts? I'd never been much for playing with myself before, but now as I observed my heaving boobs, I realized for the first time what beautiful objects they were, round and proud with large areolas slightly upraised, capped with wonderful, pinkie-sized nipples. Instinct took hold and my thumb and finger went to my mouth, met by a waiting tongue that bathed them with sweet saliva. They traveled downward and found their target, taking a nipple and gently squeezing, rolling it back and forth. I wasn't prepared for the shock that shuddered through my nervous system. The sudden adrenalin release made my heart hammer and try as I might I couldn't catch my breath. I'm sure a sigh escaped but no matter, the feeling was overwhelming. Now both hands were taking a tour of discovery on the uncharted territory of my tits. I loved looking at them and the electric charge they were giving me. And for the first time in my life a vivid fantasy crept into my mind, that it wasn't Missy but me who'd seduced Kurt this afternoon, that it was me that had forced him into submission and had taken all of his massive tool, and his cum, inside me.
Weakened by this fleeting sexual awakening, I stripped off my bikini bottom and flopped down on the bed. Images swept through my brain at a dizzying pace and I thought of mimicking Missy's masturbation technique in hopes of achieving my first orgasm.
Supporting my head with a pillow, I pushed a breast upwards towards my mouth, stretching out my tongue to make contact with the engorged nipple. If my fingers were like a shock, this was like electrocution. Spasms shuddered through my body as my hot, wet tongue encircled my breast. The sensation shot straight through my body, right to my pulsating cunt and for the first time I felt a wetness that wasn't sweat trickling down into the crack of my ass. Emboldened, I stretched forward until my neck ached, now sucking on my breast as my hands kneaded the surrounding flesh. My clitoris was on fire now, begging for attention but I wasn't ready yet. I began nursing the second breast, pushing it into my mouth, biting, sucking, letting saliva run down to lubricate my fingers. Not realizing that I was fast approaching orgasm, I pushed my nipples together and flicked my tongue roughly over both at the same time. I couldn't hold back a groan of delight and I felt the caverns of my cunt begin to twitch as I squeezed my thighs together. But with the pleasure, a sudden fear swept through me and I ceased my ministrations just short of the sweet release I relished. OK. I admit, I was afraid of the unknown. This was new territory for me and the physical feelings were more powerful than anything I'd ever experienced.
I crawled beneath the sheets, panting, shivering, supremely frustrated and yet fearful of bringing on the release that I was longing for. Calm slowly returned and curiosity got the best of me. I began massaging my breasts again, luxuriating in the feeling. They tingled no matter where I touched them and I was suddenly very happy I'd decided against surgery. Reluctantly I left my tits alone and let my fingertips glide along my famous six-pack belly. It seemed every inch of skin my fingers came in contact with was lust-charged and I was panting again, my heart raging. Like garter snakes, my fingers slid into the tiny, soft patch of pubic hair that covered the opening of my slit. They toyed with the hairs a bit, brushing and pulling them. Purposely avoiding my clit, I tested the opening of my vagina. Oh my God, I was literally leaking pussy juice. The space between my legs was a sopping, slippery mess but the feeling was fantastic. My first finger slipped in easily, but two was a tight fit and I suddenly despaired of ever taking Kurt's monstrous member inside me. As I pulled out, they were coated with oily lubrication so thick that strands hung like webbing as I slowly stretched my fingers apart. Acting fully on instinct now, my fingers returned to my breasts, coating them with this intoxicating, slippery fluid. It smelled heavenly and the affect on my breasts brought my excitement back to a boil. It was like saliva only warmer and better and the thought that it came from my pussy was like an aphrodisiac. Now I lifted my breast back to my lips and for the first time tasted my own, salty, musky fluid. It was an elixir. I dipped my middle finger back into my canal, coating it, and returning it to my mouth. My clitoris was begging to be brought into play and when I touched it with my oily finger I almost died. As I rolled the head around, it grew erect and large, emerging from its sheath, seeking further contact. Imitating Missy, I massaged it, patted it, and now I knew that the crisis was approaching. I felt the flush, the shortness of breath, the beginning of an eruption building in my gut...and I stopped again, just short. The frustration was torture, but somehow I knew I wasn't ready. I wanted to share my first orgasm with someone...or perhaps I simply needed to be led by a sure hand into this unfamiliar territory.
I must have slept for a few minutes because my knee jerked me back to consciousness, refreshed, but with a gnawing itch for sexual release. As I crawled out of bed I realized that the sheets where my pussy was perched were soaking...no, sopping wet. I'd released such a generous amount of fluid it really looked like I'd emptied my bladder. What would the maid think? Did I care?
Between a restless night and a rigorous three-hour, early morning training session, I was a wreck at the breakfast table with wet, straggly hair, baggy eyes, and a kind of streaked red complexion that's an unwanted side effect of over exertion. Maybe I was feeling a little bit vulnerable but I had to bite my lip as Missy floated into the room, perfectly made up, wearing a bright, flowery summer dress that exuded innocence even as it accentuated every supple curve in her body.
And as I gulped down the scientific experiment my coach calls breakfast, I felt a twinge of envy as Missy munched on an oversized cinnamon roll while sipping a fragrant coffee and quietly dragging on her morning cigarette.
Despite her appearance, Missy was in a bad mood and didn't have much to say. As I excused myself, she did look up and told me matter of factly, "your Dad called early this morning. He's extending his trip for a few more days."
Looking back, I realize how sad and lonely she was at that moment, but it was hard to feel sorry for her after what I'd seen the day before.
And anyway, an hour later she was in a far better mood as we crossed paths in the living room. Out of deference, I told her I was going shopping and she replied that she would be spending the afternoon at the club. That tidbit of information changed my plans and I raced off, hoping to reach our cabana and my secret hiding place before Missy arrived. And I was positive my female intuition wouldn't fail me. It didn't.
Just when I was safely hidden, I heard the sound of a sliding glass door and stealthy giggling, followed by an urgent kiss. When Missy stepped into view, she already looked hot to go, breathing heavily, eyes dilated. And so did mine as I realized that her partner was not Kurt.
"Holy shit, you're a needy little cunt, aren't you?" said a smooth, low timbred voice. A tall, thin, dark complected man came into view, flashing pearly white teeth as Missy's lips smashed into his, devouring his tongue. His fingers were running through her hair, and grunts escaped as they kissed sloppily. She broke away, plopping down on the couch and pulling him forward, ripping his shorts downward to reveal an olive-skinned cock, long and slender, not nearly as imposing as Kurt's. I thought his knees were about to go as Missy wrapped her lips around it, bathing the head of it in gobs of saliva. Then she put her thumb and finger around the head and with her other hand began twisting the head like a twist off cap.
"You never run out of tricks do you? God, that feels good," he croaked, and leaned down to accept her crazed tongue into his mouth again.
"Looks like you're long overdue," she replied as she feverishly masturbated him.
