Olivia: The Hottest Mom

Olivia’s absence gives Cody a very hot dream about self-sucking, then later of Olivia and two female friends from the swim team taking turns with him. When Liv is finally available, they try a few new positions from the Dirty Book, with and without the erotic outfit she greets him in, and she surprises him with an invitation to Monterey the weekend after July Fourth, a getaway with the Hottest Mom…

The drive to Monterey took just over two hours. My heart skipped several beats as I looked over at Liv, dressed in a long white dress, straw sun hat, and sunglasses almost as dark as her eyes. When we had gotten into the car, she showed me that she was wearing a bra, but no panties. Her gorgeous tush was on a towel, and the breeze from the open window made the skirt billow and flow, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her tanned legs and only slightly paler buttocks, and, once or twice, I was treated to the sight of the thick raven-haired thatch of hair at her crotch.

We had to wait to leave until after my swim practice was over, and even though I’d packed for the weekend that Tuesday, it still took time to get both our suitcases into her car, especially after we had taken a break to make love on her very sturdy dining room table. Maximilian had agreed to take Jack and Carla an extra couple of days, returning them on Monday, the day after we would come back thoroughly sated from our weekend together.

The story we told my Mom and Dad was very simple. Liv was looking at a cabin in the thickly forested Santa Cruz hills, and considering buying it. Part of the weekend would involve clearing out the yards, front and back, and going over needed repairs. I was there to help with the work. My parents didn’t question why she would have me do work on a property she hadn’t yet bought, but she’d asked Sally, my mom, for my help. Mom was quick to consent.

Liv had explained the cabin was remote and had no phone, so I would check in daily, or nightly, from the hotel. Liv carefully mentioned separate rooms, but I saw no hint of suspicion in Mom’s face or demeanor at the sleeping arrangements. By mutual agreement, Liv told me privately I’d be the only one to answer the phone in our suite, so if either of my parents called, we could maintain the illusion I wasn’t sharing the room or anything else with her.

There were still a couple of hours of sunlight left when we pulled into the hotel’s parking lot. The scent of the Monterey Bay was fresh and clean, with a hint of salt. Wisps of sand, driven by afternoon winds off the water, curled and played over the two-lane pavement and cracked concrete as we parked, and a gust of wind caught Liv’s dress, whipping it up and giving me a quick peek at her still panty-less rear end. Looking over her shoulder, her smile, beneath the wide hat and big sunglasses, was the sexiest thing I’d seen all day, and I knew there was more to come.

She had carefully chosen a nice place, not a national chain; it wouldn’t do to have my parents call me at a four-star hotel. The sun was pulling lower in the sky when we made it to our fourth-floor room, and the view was all she had promised. The sun shone straight into our room, overlooking the ocean; the white sands below our window were brilliant and clean, with a few couples walking along the beach, basking in the late afternoon rays.

We went inside and unpacked, and I felt very adult, which was on reflection rather odd, since I was already in a very adult relationship, with lots of very adult fucking planned. Liv called down for room service, and promised we wouldn’t be stuck in the room all weekend. After our meal, the sun had just dipped to the horizon, and the shades of red and orange bathed our room in a ruddy glow. Liv’s face was like some goddess cast in bronze from ancient times, eyes closed, her hair blowing in the wind, the golden glow of the fading sun deepening her tan, very sexy and serene.

Liv had kicked off her sandals when we first came in, and they sat next to my shoes by the door. We had already set our dishes outside for housekeeping to pick up, and she turned to me, once again looking like a high school girl in the thrill of her first all-grown-up love affair. Liv’s eyes were bright and filled with joy, and she stepped up to me for a quick kiss, and stepped back before I could enfold her in my arms. Her whisper was breathless, brimming with desire. “Do something for me, Cody, please?”

“Anything…”

She lifted the bottom of her dress to her waist, revealing once again her shapely, bare bottom and legs, down to her bare feet, winking as she showed me the kinky black thatch between her legs again. “Unzip me.” She turned away towards the building sunset, and I heard the teeth of the zipper disengage from each other, revealing the tanned skin and defined musculature of her back. Her bra was pure white, satiny and soft, and she encouraged me to unclasp it for her, still watching the surf and sand. The soft cups slid off her pale breasts, and she shook her arms to help the bra break free and fall to the carpet.

Once she was naked, I started to take my shirt off. Liv laid a hand on my arm. “Keep them on for a little while longer, baby. Just lie down on the carpet, here by the balcony.” I did as she asked, and she explained simply, “I want to watch the sunset.” She stood over me, bathed in the warm glow of the rapidly approaching twilight, her bare feet to either side of my head, and she smiled beatifically down at me, even more like some divine presence. She descended slowly, bringing her thick bush down towards my mouth, then spreading her labia with her fingers while she faced the open glass door.

“Cody… We can’t do it on the beach, even the nude ones, and it sounds wonderful to have sex by the water.” She was softly panting, and I felt her labia against my mouth. “Cody, baby, lick my pussy for me. Please…” Even without the explanation, I knew she had something special in mind, and I started to lick her clit.

“Oh, Cody…” She humped my face slowly at first, and I felt the first beginnings of her hot juices bathing my tongue and face. I glanced up from time to time, and her aspect from this viewpoint, bathed in the dimming red light, her full breasts riding above her belly, dark nipples taut and erect at the tips, was extraordinary, fantastic, and I felt privileged to share this moment with the love of my life. Her hips started to speed up, and I saw her eyes open, still fixed on the horizon, and one hand drifted down to the side of my face, stroking it affectionately.

After several minutes, the shadow of the balcony railing crawled up her torso, the shadowy bar crossing her navel, when she looked down into my eyes for the first time since we started. “Cody, thank you for coming to Monterey with me. I love being away with you.” Her pussy was wetter now, and she spread her legs slightly, widening her slit and lowering it her hips fractionally onto my mouth. The taste of her on my tongue and lips was sweet and had my cock stiff within my shorts, eager to unload in her pussy, or in her mouth if she turned away from her sunset.

I let my tongue wander inside her, into the warm hole I had cum inside so many times the past few weeks. When I glanced upwards between her pale breasts, her eyes were closed, the ruddy light on her face, and she threw her head back with a mighty gasp, panting in time to the gentle fucking my tongue and I were giving her. “Oh, god, Cody…” She was still quiet, savoring the moment for both of us, and I reached over her hips, drawing her pussy further down into my face, helping my tongue penetrate her more deeply.

Now I pulled my tongue back, but just a little bit, and started licking around the very entrance to her pussy, tracing a delicate oval upon her slit, spread wide for me. Her hands were suddenly curled in my hair, holding onto it, and she leaned forward, moaning, still softly, still moving her hips, still making love to my face.

The shadowy bar had crept to her bare shoulders, then her mouth, which opened with the first loud herald of her climax. Tears were streaming down her face, eyes closed but ineffective at keeping the saline liquid at bay. For a moment, it came to me her orgasm was all over her body, and she was wet from her eyes down to her slit in rapture.

I saw the telltale quiver as the muscles of her stomach tightened, ready to release her orgasm to the room and to me. “Fuck, baby…” It was almost conversational, and the first words since we started that were louder than the surf below us. “Fuck, baby…” she repeated a little louder, grinding her cunt on my mouth and lips. “Fuck, baby!” This time she was much louder, and audible, I was sure, to anyone with an adjoining open balcony.

Her whole body shook with her climax, and she called my name to the ocean, hands gripping my face in complete sexual abandon. I saw she was crying much harder now, and her pussy was soaked, dripping onto my face, onto my lips and tongue, and I swallowed the thick, sweet fluid as she moaned again, a second orgasm overtaking her. Her moans gave way to sobbing, and I saw before she slid off me that the last of the sunset had slipped past her forehead, leaving my girl completely in shadow.

Liv immediately curled up against me, soft and warm and wet, arm over my chest. Ignoring the fact I was covered in her juices, or maybe not in spite of it, she kissed my face and then turned my head towards her, kissing with our open mouths for a long, long time, her eyes overflowing with joyful tears. She didn’t speak, just held me to her until the last rays of sunlight had disappeared from the ceiling into the night.

She finally moved away from me, but only for a moment. Her silky, naked skin from head to toe was still bare, and she leaned over me once more, now on hands and knees. “Thank you, Cody. Thank you. That was the first sunset I’ve watched while making love.” She kissed me again, letting her lips and tongue linger on mine, and sat up, kneeling beside me. “I love you so much, Cody. So much, baby.”

Liv lay back down against me, and soon started stroking my cock through my shorts. It had relaxed a little since Liv’s orgasms, but was still almost ready for her. Reluctant to break the spell cast by the gloom of twilight and the whisper of the surf below, her words were a faint breath against the side of my face. “What do you want me to do for you, Cody…” Waiting for my answer, she let one hand undo my shorts then she reached under the waistband of my boxers to stroke just the head of my hard-on.

I sat up next to her and slid my shorts and boxers off, then my t-shirt, tossing them all next to the dinette set near the window. Turning quickly to my side, I took her in my arms, letting my palms and fingers caress everything from her shoulders to the tops of her thighs, and all points in between. The carpet underneath us was a little stiff and scratchy, and I wondered how many other couples had been on it, making love in front of the open window, or on the balcony.

“Anything, Cody…” Liv’s words were quiet and insistent, wanting nothing more than to make sure I enjoyed our weekend as much as she had so far.

I stood, reaching a hand down to her. “Come with me, Liv.” She took it and stood with me, her skin cool against mine. Wandering the three or four short steps to the balcony, I led her out onto it, and looked around us, up and down the side of the hotel, looking for the other balconies, seeing whether anyone else was out enjoying the natural beauty. The sun had headed below the horizon minutes earlier, and we were shrouded in the beginnings of night, a grey swath of fog reaching in from the ocean. We were on the top floor, so all of our neighbors were at the same level or below us. The balcony itself was maybe four feet deep, twice that long, and I had pictured us making love outside on the balcony, penetrating her soft, wet pussy and filling her up when we both came.

Still standing, Liv stroked the side of my face, and kissed me again, before pulling a chair over and seating herself. The cooling breeze and her fingers caressed my hard-on, and she looked up into my eyes. The moon was in the West, following the sun down to the horizon, a pale crescent headed to the sea.

“It’s perfect,” she said into the wind. Her hair shifted in the breeze, playing over the expanse of her bare back and down to her hips, silken and shiny under the wan light from the moon, and she leaned forward to run her tongue over the very tip of my cock, before taking the whole head past her lips. She let my cock go, and looked up, barely audible over the wind. “I’m going to suck your cock, out here, while you watch the moon, baby. You’ll have to be quiet when you cum in my mouth, though…” She leaned forward in the chair, and took my cock all the way past her lips.

I kept my groan quiet, but wondered how long I could do that. Liv’s tongue on the underside of my shaft was a velvet carpet, slick and moist, then she started in earnest. Her cheeks turned concave in response to the suction she was providing. Now her head started to bob smoothly forward and back, in a mesmerizing motion which I couldn’t watch for long. My eyes turned skyward, and I stroked the side of her face, as she had done during our wonderful sunset, and heard her sigh as she let my cock slide most of the way out, then travel back inward.

The moonlight was dim, the beachward side of the hotel was dark, as if everyone had tacitly agreed to keep the lights down, during Liv’s and my intimacy. Another moan escaped my lips, while I tried to keep my voice down, any noises to a minimum, but her attentions almost mandated a vocal acknowledgment, which I had pledged not to give.

Liv’s cool, soft hands played along my sides and buttocks while she kept sucking, her lips on my shaft and her tongue now on my glans, slowly stimulating the sensitive, swollen head, drawing me along as she so often had to my next orgasm.

“Liv…Liv, I love you…” My whisper was restrained, nearly silent, but she glanced up, only the whites of her eyes visible in the pale reflection of the moonlight, and I saw her smile the same words back to me. My climax was building, more swiftly than hers had, and it was almost impossible not to call out her name in ecstatic recognition of her loving efforts.

Now she took her mouth off my cock, and I was almost ready to cum. “Baby,” still audible but only just over the breeze, “Baby, put one hand on the rail, and move your hips. Fuck my mouth…” She leaned back in, letting me slide between her lips, over her velvety tongue again.

Her suggestion was inspired and inspiring. Following her instruction, I gripped the handrail in my left hand, my right still on her cheek, resting gently against her face. Once braced, I started to move my hips, glancing down to see myself going into her mouth. She held her head still, her mouth an open aperture, accepting me inside her. Her hands were on the arms of the aluminum chair, keeping herself from moving, intent upon my doing the last bit necessary to finish.

I felt my buttocks tense and my hips drift back and forth, my hard-on moving in and out of her mouth. Liv’s tongue was warm and wet under my dick, her lips moist and continuing to suck with each withdrawal out of her. “Oh, fuck…Liv…I’m going to cum…” She didn’t say anything, but grabbed my ass, pulling me forward into her mouth, not too deep, but clearly intending for me to shoot my load, cover her whole mouth with my semen.

My moan was barely a gasp as my cock twitched once, twice, and my load barreled down the length of my cock, filling Liv’s waiting mouth. I was still humping, my fingers tight on the rail of the balcony, and I threw my head back, letting a single, strangled moan come forth before my head drooped forward. As I watched, Liv’s mouth was still around my manhood, and the sound of the semen coursing down her throat, the tightening and loosening sensation of her swallowing, almost drove a second orgasm out of me right then.

She finished swallowing, and, licking her lips, stood and kissed me. “Did you like that, my love?” She kissed me again, standing naked and brazen on the balcony with me, moonlight and its reflection off the waters our only illumination.

“Wow…” I couldn’t manage anything more, but her smile told me it was enough.

We made our way inside the room, leaving the window and curtains open, and turned on the single light in the hallway, before sitting together on the couch. Liv had planned ahead and had a towel folded on the arm, which she laid out on the cushions for us to sit on. She leaned her head into my shoulder and gave a heartfelt sigh. “That was lovely, Cody. Any suggestions for tomorrow?”

I had a few, and we were in bed shortly after that, chatting about tomorrow and making love twice more before midnight.

* * * * *

I’d forgotten to call home last night before our night in front of and on the balcony, lying with her in the afterglow around midnight, and that had been far preferable to calling my parents that late. I called them in the morning after breakfast, and told my mom we were headed out, and that I’d gone to sleep early from the exertions of swim practice and the long drive.

Liv looked easily ten years younger here in Monterey. Her sparing use of makeup and the great condition she kept herself in made her look like she was in her late twenties, and, by comparison, most of the people around us accepted I was maybe a couple of years younger, and instead of shorts I wore a pair of long pants and had packed a couple of polo shirts, which made me look a little older.

The room’s shower-tub combination was too narrow by half for anything I had in mind, and Liv hadn’t sprung for one of the suites with a hot tub, although she told me later she wished she had. While we washed each other off and traded kisses under the warm stream, we settled upon what our day would look like. First, no visits to any nude beaches, although she was keen on doing that with me someday. Rangers cited people for that regularly, and it would be far too tempting for us to go beyond illicit public nudity all the way to lewd and lascivious behavior. Misdemeanors on our permanent records were not something we wanted as a part of our getaway, so we decided to keep the nude sunbathing at her poolside for now, but the thought of more public displays excited both of us.

Our first stop after breakfast was a walk along the shore, waves splashing over our bare feet as we walked hand-in-hand along the sands. The little tide chart at the front desk had told us high tide was coming just after noon, and low tide would hit a little around five. It was about ten when we wandered back to the hotel, refreshed. The wind had been brisk and cool, and the day would likely remain overcast. It was slightly cooler than Friday had been, with no storms expected our Sunday.

It was too chilly to go swimming, unfortunately, so that was out; Liv had brought her bikini, and I had looked forward to seeing her wear it until moments after we got back to our room. I suggested the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz, but that was an hour-and-a-half up Highway 1, almost as long as it took us to drive from home. We had lunch, still discussing what we would do that day, at a little crab and seafood shack, where we shared a shrimp platter, salads, and two bowls of excellent white clam chowder.

We went back out to the beach and sat watching the waves crash onto the beach, receding into the coming low tide. I held Liv’s hands, and we retreated to the warmth of the hotel around two, then set out to browse the local shops. There weren’t a lot; this was before the Monterey Aquarium opened, and before the fabled Cannery Row was rehabilitated into a tourist attraction, but there was a nice little candy shop, and several places selling knickknacks made out of seashells, glue and googly eyes.

Throughout the day, I was just glad to be with her, holding hands and trading cute little kisses by the water. Beyond the sex, it was just like we were in love.

Over ice cream cones later in the afternoon, Liv looked over at me. “I’m so sorry, Cody. This was supposed to be a lot more fun.”

I squeezed her hand, and kissed her. “I’m spending the weekend with the woman I love, out of the house. The weather’s cool, but it’s warm next to you. Not disappointed at all, my love.”

She put an arm around my shoulder, and we took licks off each other’s cones. She loved chocolate, and they had a very good cherry vanilla for me. The sun broke through the clouds around that time, and the air was warmer when we ate at another seafood restaurant, by a roaring firepit. It was the perfect end to a Saturday afternoon.

When we got back to our rooms, Liv picked up the phone and shooed me out of the room. I waited on the balcony, just enjoying the coming evening and the warm sun. Then she came outside. “We’re going out!”

She said nothing further about our destination, driving us to a small town a little south, and coming to a stop at a small building, wooden and very shanty-like. It looked like a hotel, actually a motel, but I was surprised there weren’t more cars there. “Come on…” Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I raced after her to the office, a little green building with a welcome sign. Inside, the wizened host gave her a key and directed us to the exit behind him. “Number Four,” he said, and indicated his left.

“We already have a room, Liv.” At her grin, I felt more puzzled, but kept up with her, waiting to see what she had in mind.

Number four was a small bungalow, barely a shed, and the smell in the air was hot, steamy, and very much like a pool. Now my curiosity was definitely aroused. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. The first thing I noticed was the ceiling ended about five feet past the door, and the second was that there was no bed. In its place was a large hot tub, occupying about two-thirds of the space under the open air, with oceanic and sea creature decorations all around it. The lights were turquoise and green and yellow bulbs, a serene riot of colors.

Liv had already stripped out of her clothes while I took the sight in, and quickly stepped in front of me. She wasn’t naked, not yet. My eyes drunk in the beauty of my girl in her black bikini, the one adorned with purple, white and copper geometric shapes, which she had worn so many times at the community swimming pool. Beaming, she hugged me, then stepped back to let me continue looking at her. “You were so looking forward to seeing me in my bikini, and this was the best place I could find.”

“I didn’t bring my suit…”

“You don’t need one, Cody.” She helped me off with my shoes and socks, then my slacks and polo shirt, and finally my boxers. Kissing me on the cheek, she cocked her head in a come-hither look, and smiled. “Join me in a little hot water, baby?”

I was eager enough to run over and jump into the small tub, but mindful enough not to actually do it. Instead, I stepped naked into the bubbling water gradually, feeling the bubbles pop in the air around my hips and thighs, then extended my hand to Liv, who took it and stepped in after me. We settled into the water for a few minutes, then sat on the rim, letting the ocean air carry the steam off our bodies, before it started to chill us, and we started the whole cycle again.

The third time, she complained she was still too hot, and removed her swimsuit, bottoms first, doing a sexy striptease for me, turning away to unleash her magnificent breasts, then turning to me once they were freed. I stepped into and held her close, kissing her as if it were the first time I’d seen her naked. She murmured, “So, how do you like our getaway?”

I didn’t say anything, but she looked like my kisses had answered her question completely.

Sitting on the rim of the tub, my legs in the water, and my cock very awake and alive and ready for her, I helped Liv climb onto me. Her legs were outside the tub, and she sighed when my erection eased inside her. This time we went slowly, as much to savor it as because our perch was precarious, and neither of us wanted our trip to end with a first-aid kit.

Each thrust, she moved forward and up, then back down, letting me go further inside her. She looked serene, calm, and I felt the same, slowly making love in the privacy of the hot tub. Liv kept her arms around my shoulders, moving up and down unhurriedly, pacing it so I was entering her slowly, and she kept her eyes closed.

She whispered in my ear. “Baby, this is the happiest I’ve ever been with a man, any man. I wish our weekend would last forever.”

I nuzzled her ear in reply, then, “So do I, Liv. We have to do this again, soon.”

We sat there just building up to our orgasms. She came first, accompanied by a soft, sensuous moan. “I love you, Cody.” Then she started to move faster, wanting me to cum in her again, and again, and again. When I finally shot my load inside her, she smiled and held me close, my erection relaxing, until finally the phone in the room jangled, telling us our time was up. The sun had finally set, and the night was filled with the sounds of the ocean, and the soft, satisfied moans of my girl in my arms.

* * * * *

Driving home took longer than the trip down; Liv decided to take the winding coastal highway back up north, and we stopped at a couple of places just to watch the ocean and hold hands. It was what everyone in love wants to do, and we were very lucky to have each other to do that with.

We got in around five o’clock, and it was about thirty degrees hotter at home than on the coast. Liv and I had made love twice more before checking out, the second time the first thing in the morning, when she coaxed me awake with her mouth and lips all over me, and ending with her riding me cowgirl. The sight of her sitting astride me, moaning with each thrust of her hips before she came, was incredible, unforgettable, and I ached to have another weekend with her again just like this.

She pressed a couple of twenties in my hand, explaining that my parents would believe that the point of the weekend had been work if I were actually holding some green in my hands. I assented, but still felt a little wrong about it, and said so.

“Cody, you’ve still been doing a lot of other chores, ones that require clothing and tools, and I don’t want you to think I’m taking undue advantage of you…” Her eyes twinkled merrily, teasing me, and I kept the money.

* * * * *

Jack and Carla got home early in the morning Monday, and I was thankful we hadn’t decided to let our vacation linger on through Sunday night. We both wanted to, but decided we would have time enough the following week. Liv called me Wednesday, and explained she would be out of town through Friday, and asked me to look in on Jack and Carla. When I asked her why, she said it was visiting a friend in the Midwest.

I dropped by both Wednesday and Thursday evenings after swim practice. It was surreal and a little eerie now to be in that house without Liv, fully clothed to boot. Jack and I worked on a puzzle, and Carla came out and watched us for a while before heading back to her room to read.

Jack and I chatted about a lot of stuff, and I left a lot of stuff out, of course. He asked about the girl I had convinced him to cover for me about to my parents. I told him it didn’t work out, and didn’t give him the name, ostensibly out of some chivalric impulse, but really because I didn’t want him to ask the wrong girl about it. He’d had no luck with getting a new girlfriend since he and Stacy had broken up two months earlier. Alice, the cute little redhead from the swim team, had made out with him a couple of times, demurring when he had started kissing below her neck. Jack admitted with a grin that he was very much in favor of sampling another redhead.

By design, I wasn’t there Friday when Liv returned. My first impulse, and my second, would’ve been to take her into my arms and kiss her longingly, something Jack and Carla would be appalled by, and then way too curious about. She did call me at home that evening to thank me for visiting the both of them while she was out of town, and all my hard work over the weekend we’d spent near Santa Cruz. I told her it was my pleasure, and was pretty sure I didn’t turn even slightly red when I saw my mom walk past me into the kitchen.

* * * * *

Jack and Carla were over at their dad’s on Saturday instead of Sunday. Liv had told him she had some plans, and that it was his turn to take them early. From what I gathered, he accepted it with ill humor, but relented when she pointed out the numerous occasions on which he’d deposited them back at home a day or two early.

The plans, of course, were with me. Our reunion, even over our shortened separation after Monterey, was as torrid as always. We spent the afternoon naked by and in the pool, spreading tanning oil on each other, and sunning ourselves in the brilliant Contra Costa sun.

The swim meet was happening Saturday, and would be early, but the championship would be both days, up in Ukiah, a two-hour trip north, and we would be spending the night, returning Sunday. That meant Liv and I would be needlessly, pointlessly apart for a night we could have together. She bore the news with good grace, and promised me she would make the wait worthwhile.

We started the drive at six a.m.; the meet would start at ten, and go through the late afternoon, with more events on Sunday. The coaches and chaperoning parents rode up in a caravan, departing from the pool right on time, so we’d have a couple of hours to warm up before the meet. The motel rooms were all booked a month in advance, perhaps sixty rooms altogether, front doors all opening out onto the parking lot, with thick wooden railings between us and the street.

One of the guys, Samuel, had rented a private room, not letting anyone but friends know about it. It was on the other end of the motel from our multiple chaperones, and he’d slipped the clerk an extra twenty to keep the room’s existence quiet, or so I heard later.

A few of us piled in to chat and be away from our families’ rooms for a little while. After about twenty minutes, I noticed everyone had gradually paired off, boys and girls. Two couples were making out very obviously on the two beds, and three other couples were very tentatively kissing and fondling each other, but clearly building up a head of steam. One of the couples on the bed was starting very quietly to moan, and I saw fingers reaching into shorts from below, and a flash of kinky blonde hair there under her shorts.

Nancy looked up from the section of carpet she was sitting on at the foot of that bed. “Cody, come sit by me. I…” The room was beginning to dim with the fading sunlight, the curtains were closed, and I saw she had opened two buttons at the top of her blouse. “I really like you, Cody…”

The unmistakable sound of glass smashing outside startled us all. All but the most involved couple leapt up and ran to see what had happened. It turned out one of the other guests, not one of our fellow team members, had dropped a big green jug of grocery store wine, about a gallon, and it had shattered on the concrete landing. Shards of glass and red liquid had spread all over the place, and those of us outside looked on in surprise. Seeing an opportunity, I made my way swiftly around the corner and downstairs to my room, and sat with my mom and brothers playing solitaire, without a word to Nancy. I stayed there all night, feeling like a heel.

* * * * *

We took second in the mixed relay, and I endured some looks from Nancy. I couldn’t explain, obviously, why I didn’t want to make out with her. She didn’t look pissed, just surprised, and a little hurt. I caught Sheila looking at me, too; they had obviously talked about my ducking out of the makeout room. Her look was different, a little upset maybe, but with something else I wouldn’t hold her gaze long enough to identify.

We pulled in to home around five o’clock, grabbing dinner on the way at a small diner. When we got there, I made my excuses, said I was going to go over to Jack’s to hang out. Mom told me to be back by ten, but I was sure I could stretch that into another overnight stay.

Liv and I didn’t even say hello, just threw each other into our arms right away. It was easy; she had answered in a thin beach towel, the one with the tiki on it, which she immediately dropped to the floor even before the door was latched. Our kisses felt like we had been apart for months, not a week, and her body was slick once again with suntan oil, a spicy and warm scent that has always gotten me hard and ready ever since.

She whispered one word. “Outside.” I followed, tossing my clothes off wherever they landed, under her approving gaze. By the pool, I saw she had set out a picnic for us, little bits of bite-size fruit and cheeses, carefully cut pieces of a French bread loaf, and two cushions on a thicker towel, almost a rug.

I held her hand, guiding her first to her pillow, and sat down opposite her. Her eyes had a very hungry look to them, widening in appreciation when she saw my hard-on straining upwards. “Cody, let’s have some food first, baby.” She sat with her legs folded, her tan lines as sexy as I’d ever seen them, her nipples stiff with arousal, and the dark jungle at her crotch spread wide just for me.

She leaned in and smiled. “Give me a grape, my love.” I fished one out of the bowl, between my thumb and forefinger, and popped it into her mouth. With a satisfied mmmm, Liv sat and slowly chewed, swallowing the tiny fruit with more moans, her eyes fixed on mine. Still looking into my eyes, she grabbed a small cube of cheese and lifted it to my mouth. “Taste it slowly. Savor it, baby.”

I did as she asked, and it was cheddar, sharp and very good. I reciprocated with a piece of what looked like Swiss, smooth and creamy. The whole time our eyes were on each other’s faces, although I nearly had to look down while groping for another piece or two for her. It took maybe twenty minutes to work our way through the two bowls and the bread. Liv laughed, then covered her smile with her hand, eyes lit and merry over her thumb.

Her good mood, not to mention her full frontal nudity, made my mood match hers. “What’s so funny, babe?”

“I saw this in an erotic cookbook over the week, and wanted to try it. They said this was for beginners.”

“Oh? What isn’t for beginners?”

“Fondue!” She laughed aloud, closing her eyes and letting the joyful sound out into the skies above. “Can you imagine us using long forks, pieces of bread, and hot cheese? While trying not to look away from each other the whole time?” She giggled. “That’s a disaster in the making!”

I laughed too. “I had trouble enough not looking with cheese and fruit!”

Liv touched my arm, and bit her lower lip then looked deep into my eyes. She looked immediately shy and vulnerable, and still sexy and hot. “Baby, I’m still hungry.” She moved off the pillow and set it at the small of her back, lying back and spreading her dark, silky thighs for me. “Would you like to fill me up, baby?”

We made love outside until the sun went down, Liv’s soft passionate moans masked only barely by the winds of sunset. My cock moved leisurely in and out of her, even though my first impulse was to pound her furiously. My beautiful girl had set the stage with our picnic, and I wanted to follow her lead all night. Lying against and on top of her, I felt a thrill each time I pushed all the way into her, and she let her thighs pull up with each of my thrusts, gently pulling me further into her each time.

Her hair was spread beneath her on the towel, her eyes closed, her hands running up and down my arms, over my back, feeling their way to my face, which she stroked lovingly as we made love. I felt her cum twice, her belly tensing as it always did, a rush of her juices around and over my hard-on as it made the slow trip to and fro. Each time, her back arched and she cooed quietly, her face reddening with the effort of not screaming as she would if we were in our bed, or on the conversation pit.

Finally, after the sun had slipped down beyond her fence, and the air had cooled to the eighties, the breeze coming off the pool sent a pleasurable coolness over us. Liv opened her deep brown eyes and looked up to mine. She murmured over the wind. “Cody, I want you to cum, baby. I love you. Fill me up…”

Intent on drawing this out as long as possible, I sped up only slightly, and she gasped with the increased tempo. I was close to finishing, but didn’t want to rush things, wanted our night to last forever. She rested her palms on my forearms, feeling them tense with each motion into and out of her. “Baby, cum for me…”

I couldn’t refuse her, and started pounding her slick pussy, faster and faster. Liv gave forth a soft, discreet moan. “God, yes, baby…” I came, swallowing the groan, my mouth opening in a silent ecstatic scream as I felt my erection tremble and discharge the long held-back load, filling my lovely girl just as she wanted, just as she needed and deserved.

I lay on top of her, shuddering and sighing as the last of my cum traveled inside her. She took her legs down, finally letting the soles of her feet rest on the towel. I swallowed, still sucking air into my lungs, and she whispered, “I love you so much, Cody. Thank you for fucking me so slowly, baby. I loved it so much…”

Finally, almost unwilling to let it end, I let my cock slip out of her, and she reached for it, petting and stroking it. She thanked me again and we kissed for a long time.

When we finally made it inside, it was dark, and nearly nine-thirty. I called home to tell my mom I planned to stay over at Jack’s again, telling her we were watching a movie on cable, and I didn’t want to miss the end of it. After a few minutes of half-heartedly disputing it with me, she consented with a grumble, and I set the phone on its cradle.

Liv wrapped her beautiful body around me from behind, exquisitely smooth and warm, so loving. “Cody, my love, what got into you? I swear you get better every time…”

“So do you. Loved the picnic.”

“Even without fondue?”

I turned to face her, her skin slipping over mine, and my breath caught at the sensation. “Even without the fondue.” We kissed standing by her phone, and at last broke free. Liv grabbed my hand and led me to the conversation pit. “Aren’t we going to bed, Liv?”

“Yesss…soon. First we need to see what’s on cable for your cover story.” We selected a comedy with enough T&A to believably attract the attention of two teenaged boys, and settled back to watch, but started distracting each other almost immediately.

“How was the swim meet?” She nibbled on my ear at the same time, but I gamely answered.

“It was good, we placed second in the relay, second overall in the meet.”

“Nice. I really missed you overnight while you were in the motel. Bet it wasn’t as nice as our hotel room last weekend…”

“Not nearly. Although…” I told her about finding myself in the make-out room, surprised that Nancy had asked me to sit beside her. And undoing two buttons.

Liv took my face in her hands. “God, I’m so happy I snapped you up when I did!”

“Me too!” I kissed her slowly while something exploded and crashed on screen, probably funny if the frantically high-pitched dialogue following it was any indication.

“Tell me something, baby. Were you even slightly tempted by this easy, sexy young girl, with her tits about to leap out at you? Maybe just make out while you missed me?” She was teasing, of course.

“No, really not. Every other woman I see pales in comparison to you.”