sex at the pool

It had taken a cute baby voice apology to Lauren and Helen to get them off my back. I told them Leonard was arrested for drunk driving and I was so scared snd out of it, I ran to him without thinking or telling them.

They believed me and asked that I should bring him over for a relaxing pool party at their house, so that we could both clear our heads from the alleged traumatic experience.

I did. It was a small sacrifice to pay so she would get off my back and not think too far as to where I was and what I was truly doing that night.

I had jumped into the pool immediately I got here and was already having the time of my life.

That was until I poked my head out from under the water to take a breath and found Mr. Albert lounging by the side of the pool. What was he doing at his kid's party. All though, he could pass off as a young man because of how built he was.

I climbed out of the pool through the ladder near Mr. Albert, water rolling down my breasts. I had been out in the pool, swimming for nearly three hours.

I didn't speak to him, didn't even dare look at him.

The way he kept smirking at me while I was swimming was already suspicious.

And I couldn't let Leonard notice anything.

      I dried myself off with a beach towel and tossed it next to Mason, who was on his phone. He had barely given me the time of day today since we arrived; he had jumped in Mr. Albert's pool once to play with some of the guys that Lauren had invited.

      I walked over to where Lauren had her tongue down her boyfriend's throat. They were happily going at it even though her father was few feet away.

      “I’m going to get something to drink,” I said. “I’ll be back.” She stopped kissing him to blow me a kiss of acknowledge, then she went back to kissing and groping her boyfriend's dick.

"Get a room!" I hollered at her!

   I was damn thirsty. Wine. I needed more wine. I needed it to think clearly because all I could think about was him, even when my boyfriend was right next to me.

I snuck Mr. Albert a quick glance and walked into the house through the back door.

I was horny, and I had the urge to take Leonard to the bathroom just for a quickie. I needed to scratch my sexual itch.

It wouldn’t be as good as Mr. Albert, but then again, nothing would ever be that good. I popped the cork on a bottle of white wine by myself in the upstairs kitchen and poured myself a glass.

      Mr. Albert walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from inside one of the cupboards next to me, and took the bottle from my hand. “Didn’t expect to see Leonard here today, Claire.”

He put the cork back into the bottle and grabbed his glass, his fingers paling.

“I didn’t expect to see you, Mr. Albert.”

He tilted his head, his sharp, piercing eyes cutting right through me. “Yes, you did.” He curled one finger under my bikini string and tugged softly. “That’s why you wore this tiny little bikini today.”

When he released the string, it hit my chest softly, and my tits bounced with it. He eyed them for a long moment.

“Is that why you followed me upstairs?” I asked, arching a brow and walking toward the living room.

     

The living room had a large glass door that led out to a large, stairless deck that overlooked the pool. From here, I could see everyone—from Leonard to Lauren, Helen, to all the other guys she had invited over to have a good time.

“Oh, Claire.” He shook his head and gazed out the window next to me. “That’s why you came up here, isn’t it?” He placed his full lips on his glass, and all I could remember were those same lips on my clit, eating me until my legs were trembling around him.

“You wanted me to follow you up here because Leonard is utterly useless when it comes to pleasing you.”

“He’s not useless,” I said, clenching my jaw and looking away.

Leonard was lying out by the pool, still texting on his phone, completely oblivious to me being gone. Okay, he was useless. Completely, utterly useless.

 “How many times has he made you come since the other night?”

 I placed my glass on a side table and crossed my arms over my chest. “That is none of your business Mr Albert.”

And, yes, I had been thinking about him every time I finished myself off after Leonard and I had sex. It was beyond wrong, but … I couldn’t help myself.

“So, he hasn’t at all.” He took another sip of his wine and nodded his head, his muscles rippling. “Didn’t expect a big performance from him.”

I turned around on my heel, looking directly at him for the first time since we had made it upstairs, and clenched my jaw. God, how the fuck was his body so nice? He was Lauren's father, for fuck’s sake; he shouldn’t look like a sex Greek god.

      He smirked down at me and nodded to the window. I turned back, gazing outside at Leonard and felt his body heat so much closer to mine.

“Maybe …” His fingers grazed against my hip. “Maybe I should show Leonard how to please you.”

“No,” I said, trying to keep my breathing steady. “We can’t do it again.”

“It wouldn’t take long to get you screaming.”

“Mr. Albert, we can’t.”

He tugged on my bottom bikini string. The string came undone, and my tits bounced out of it. “Oops.”

I grabbed the string, desperate to tie it before anyone saw. “Oops? Oops? That’s all you have to say?”

Mr. Albert undid the top string and let my top fall completely down. He stepped closer to me. “Why don’t you just take the top off, Claire?”

He took the bottom string from my hand and tugged on that one again, undoing everything I just did to keep myself covered. “You look better without it.”

      In one swoop, he tore the bikini top off of me and tossed it to the side. Then, he pushed my body against the glass door, making me press my breasts into it.

“Claire, on display for all of her friends to see.” He smirked against my neck. “Too bad it’s still daylight. Your boyfriend can’t actually see into the window and learn what a good time really looks like.”

“Mr. Albert … they can still …” I closed my eyes when he plunged his fingers into my bikini bottoms.

“They can still what?”

 “Still … see …” I said quietly.

He brushed his nose against my ear, fingers still moving in quick, rough circles. “They won’t be able to see you, Claire, but that doesn’t mean they won’t be able to hear every time I make you scream.”

He cupped my chin in his hand and roughly brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.

I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it one bit. They would see me, and they would hear me.

 Standing naked in front of a glass door, staring down at all of my friends and boyfriend, being fucked—hard—by Mr. Albert. God, it was fucking wrong, but I hadn’t stopped thinking about last time.