by Ian Dalton
"Oh, we met... yesterday," Brian said.
"We worked out together a little," Victoria added.
"Mostly it was—what?—stretching and..." Brian said, sharing a quick, knowing smile with her.
Rob asked, "What’re you reading?"
"Your mother’s classic, Knight Rider," Victoria said with her eyebrows raised.
"The medieval one?"
She nodded her head yes and eyed them suspiciously, certain that they had been drinking. They turned and headed toward the pool, and Victoria focused on their lean, muscular legs as they walked away. After shaking her head, a little dizzied, she picked up her drink and downed it. She watched as they dove in and swam to the far side, then back. When they reached the wall, they launched themselves from the water and sat on the edge of the pool. Rob stood first and walked to his lounger. He adjusted his towel and lay back in the chair next to Victoria. Brian soon followed and fell back into the chair on the other side of her.
She looked to one side and then the other and smiled as she eyed their well-defined calf muscles, trying to decide which of them had the better legs. Then she looked up at the sun, which had changed positions, and decided to move to get the best tanning angle and to show off her best asset. She stood, fully reclined the lounger, moved her towel to the opposite side, and lay face down with her feet toward the guy’s heads. Rob and Brian each stole a glance at her tight, curvy ass and shared a look. They slipped on sunglasses so they could continue, undetected.
Victoria knew she could probably easily have one or both of the young men— probably at the same time. She had promised Jillian that she would not corrupt them, but she never promised she wouldn’t fantasize about it. As she settled on the lounger, the medieval setting and a Jaclyn West-like third-person narrative began flooding into her head...
Miss Victoria sat in her white frock and gazed on the two knights fresh from battle. The three had been captured, tied to trees deep in the forest, and left for dead. The knights wore full, heavy chain mail, so Victoria could not see their faces or any other part of their bodies. The trees were close enough together that she could almost reach out and touch them. The knights’ hands were tied behind the trees, but her hands remained free, as she was only secured about the waist and ankles. Victoria struggled to pull her ropes free but was able to only loosen them enough to reach her metal-sheathed companions with just her fingertips. As she stretched further, her frock opened, exposing her gorgeous, abundant cleavage. Both knights’ eyes locked onto her chest, and their loins started painfully expanding in their metal confines.
Noticing their condition, Victoria sighed and reached out to help. She placed a hand on the waist of each pair of chain mail leggings and miraculously released the clasps that secured them. The leggings dropped heavily to the forest floor with a loud thud. Each knight exhaled deeply as the burden was lifted from his sex. Their manhoods swelled even larger once released from one garment, but they were still encumbered by their battle-stained white underclothes. Victoria tore away the remaining garments, freeing both massive prizes. She licked her lips and began stroking both knights’ unyielding swords in an equal but deliberate fashion.
While Victoria was playing out this fantasy in her head, she wrapped her hands around the legs of the lounge chair, gently stroking each rounded leg as if they were the swords currently starring in her fantasy. The guys didn't see this, because their eyes were still locked on her ass.
Jillian arrived home, went upstairs, and looked down from the second-story balcony at the three sunbathers. The first thing she noticed was where both her son and Brian were looking. Then, when she saw the apparently obscene gesture Victoria was making with her hands, she narrowed her eyes, groaned, and rushed down to the pool.
When Jillian reached them, she demanded that the young men go into the house while she had a private word with Victoria. Sitting back in the lounge chair, Victoria smiled at her. "What’s up?"
Jillian waited until the door closed before she asked, "What the hell was that?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I saw you. What you were doing?" Jillian whispered sternly.
"I was lying down, and I was almost asleep, too." Victoria looked at her friend as if she were nuts.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Victoria looked away uneasily.
"And what were you doing with your two hands, exactly?" Jillian placed her hands on her hips with her eyebrows raised.
"I wasn’t doing anything."
"You were suggestively stroking the chair, just like you were..." Jillian glanced back at the house and whispered, "…jerking them off."
"How in the hell would you have any idea what I was thinking about? Are you reading minds now, too?"
"You were between the two of them facing toward their... doing that and shaking your little ass in their faces." Jillian frowned in disgust.
"I was not shaking my ass, and, again, how could you know what—"
"Were you or were you not jerking off my chair while two impressionable young men had their eyes glued to your ass?"
"Their eyes were really glued? Like, the whole time or—" Victoria smiled.
Jillian didn’t bother to reply; she simply stared her down.
Victoria exhaled, defeated. "Okay, so I kinda got a little caught up in a fantasy out here. I was reading your filthy Knight Rider novel."
Jillian continued to glare at her, so Victoria added, "Do you know how hard it is to release two knights’ swords from their chain mail confines whilst you are tied to a freaking tree?"
"I, uh..." Jillian said, unsure how to respond.
"One handed and at the same time?"
"That does sound tricky, but—"
"All that work to get them free, and you interrupted right when it was getting really good!" Victoria glared at her.
Jillian shot her an accusatory look. "And who were the two knights?"
"I’d rather not say."
Jillian stood with her arms crossed, waiting for the full confession.
After a few seconds, Victoria said, "Okay, but you know full well what they’ll be up to later, with or without me possibly harmlessly teasing them out here. Wouldn’t you rather they jerked it to the thought of a real, regular woman, rather than some Internet porn star?"
"You’re a regular woman?" Jillian asked, taken aback.
"Yes. Yes, I am," Victoria replied quickly.
"I don’t think regular women would consider you in their club. You look like a porn star."
"Really?" Victoria said excitedly.
"That’s not a compliment." Jillian rolled her eyes.
Victoria chose to enjoy the statement, anyway, for a few seconds until Jillian’s stare wore her down. "Come on, it was just a fantasy. I wasn’t actually jerking them off, or anything. I can control my behavior... for the most part," she said semi-confidently.
"Can you, really?"
"Okay, you obviously don’t want me here," Victoria shot back angrily as she stood up and collected her things. "This is all your fault anyway."
"How is it my fault?"
"I’ve read so many of your dirty little books that I constantly have this third-person erotic narrative playing in my head. Do you know what it’s like to refer to yourself in the third person in your own damn fantasy?"
"I never use my name, but I know exactly what you’re talking about."
"I actually used the term ‘his sex’ for penis. I mean who says that? It’s a dick, a cock, a rod, even manhood is okay, but what is this ‘his sex’ thing? What the hell does that even mean?"
"I just try to mix it up a little," Jillian said sheepishly.
"Well, knock it off with the ‘his sex’ crap." Victoria started walking toward the back gate.
"Don’t go," Jillian said. "I would just prefer if you didn’t involve my son—"
"You really need to smoke that joint I left with you. Maybe then you’d relax," Victoria interjected.
Rushing after her, Jillian whispered, "Look, I’m sorry. I overreacted. I guess if you want to come over and jerk off my chairs some more, I don’t really have a problem with it."
"Oh, you have a problem." When Victoria reached the gate, she turned back and gave her a snotty look. "And I know you. So don’t go writing this scene into one of your little books or anything, you giant hypocrite." With that statement, she exited the backyard and slammed the gate.
Jillian knew Victoria wasn’t really mad, and she was, in fact, already writing a scene in her head based on this conversation. It wouldn’t be the first time—or the last—that Victoria was the inspiration for a chapter here or there. She was a goldmine for erotic fiction.
23
Victoria returned to her house and sat out by her own pool. It was time for her pool guy, Kurt, to perform the weekly cleaning, and she always enjoyed watching him. He was gorgeous and happily married, but it was all harmless fun, she thought. Victoria changed into the white see-through bikini, the one that had so mesmerized Brian, and lounged, waiting for Kurt to arrive. Lying face down on her lounger, she decided to try to continue her fantasy where Jillian had so rudely interrupted her. She was still a little mad at her, and this would help.
Victoria decided to lose the medieval storyline and go with something a little more plausible and just bring the boys into her pool. She loved doing it in the pool, near the pool, on the diving board—you name it. If there was a pool nearby, Victoria was wet and horny. As Victoria drifted into the third-person erotic narrative, she avoided any obscene hand movements. Although, if you looked closely enough, you might have noticed that she was humping the chair, albeit only slightly...
Victoria, Brian, and Rob each floated lazily in the large pool on separate rafts. She lay face down, completely nude, her pussy pressed gently against the cool vinyl, while the guys were face up, their half-hard cocks straining against the confines of their swim trunks.
Victoria’s hands were paddling over the sides of her raft as she neared Brian. When their floats bumped, she placed her hand on Brian’s raft to keep them together. Her hand wandered up until it reached his stomach. His cock swelled as her delicate fingers roamed over his belly button. Rob looked on jealously with his own cock hardening.
Rob used his arms to move to Victoria. When he reached her, he placed his hand on her ass cheek and cupped it tentatively. Victoria’s eyes slammed shut as she reached back and put her other hand on Rob’s thigh. Gasping, Rob moved his hand to her pussy. He slid two fingers inside and found her soaked and hot. Victoria guided her hands to both hard cocks and began massaging them through the thin material of their swimsuits.
Brian gazed at her gorgeous ass while breathing heavily and wanting desperately to taste her. Victoria attempted to pull Brian’s cock free with one hand, while she continued to rub Rob’s quickly stiffening manhood through his trunks. Helping her by slipping his suit down his legs, Brian dropped it into the pool. His cock swelled once released from his trunks, and Victoria gazed at it with her lips parted. Taking her hand from Rob, she slid around on her float so her head was hanging off one side while her legs dandled in the water, and her ass stuck up deliciously toward Rob.
Rob slipped into the water and went to her. He grasped her float with both hands on either side of her milky-white ass as his lips slowly zoned in on her pussy. He paused only inches away, gazing at her pink, hair-free pussy lips. Brian maneuvered back to Victoria, and she held his float as he slipped his body to the edge with his cock pointed her way. Spreading his legs, he locked them under her float as she held the edges of his raft while her head hovered over his super-hard, thick cock. Rob slipped his tongue deep into her pussy. Gasping, she narrowed her eyes before devouring Brian with her mouth.
Rob continued licking her wet pussy with his nose pressed against her ass and the waves of the pool splashing up occasionally over her. Victoria held completely still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Rob’s tongue, then she took more of Brian into her mouth.
Brian leaned back, completely relaxed, until his head was partially in the pool. This pushed his cock further up and into Victoria’s throat. After gagging momentarily, she adjusted herself and began sucking him harder. Brian was close and tried to focus on anything other than what they were doing to delay his climax and extend this spectacular blow job.
Rob pulled away from Victoria and gazed once again at her beautiful parts. He kissed each of her cheeks and then moved closer. He pressed his tongue to her ass, and Victoria groaned with her mouth still locked on Brian’s cock. Closing her eyes tightly, she pulled—
Kurt arrived and jolted her out of the fantasy when he tossed a hose over the fence and onto the lawn, but she didn’t mind. She could return to it later.
Craning her neck, she discovered that he was shirtless. After exchanging a hello with him, she let her eyes wander to his muscular chest. When she finally returned to his face, she caught him staring directly at her string-covered ass. Grinning, she let him have another moment before turning over and asking, "Mind if I take a quick dip before you start? It’s so hot today."
"What?" He mumbled as he drank in her cleavage while his eyes slowly made their way back to her face.
Wow, he must really like this suit, she thought as she repeated the question.
Looking away, he appeared to struggle to try to remember what the hell he was supposed to be doing. "Um, sure. Knock yourself out."
She slowly walked down the steps into the pool, just enough to wet her see-through top, and then she climbed back out. When she did, her hard nipples showed right through the white fabric, along with everything she had down below. She watched as Kurt leaned into the pool to collect water for a test. At that moment, he made the mistake of glancing up at her. With his eyes widened, he lost his balance and fell into the pool.
After returning to the surface, he looked at her, smiling, and then lifted his strong body effortlessly from the water.
As Victoria watched him, she held back a laugh. "Are you okay?"
"New suit?" he asked.
"Yes, do you like it?"
"I’d say it’s my new favorite."
Jillian arrived, walked to the pool area through the gate, and looked at Victoria apologetically.
"I’m not talking to you yet." Frowning, Victoria folded her arms.
"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come down on you like that, especially since I think I did something much worse. I, uh—" Jillian started to say but stopped when she saw Kurt nearby.
Victoria looked at Kurt. "He doesn’t mind a little girl talk. Do you Kurt?"
"No, I’ve heard some things that would, uh..." he began, but ended by shaking his head.
Jillian plopped down in a lounger and looked at the newly-built house behind Victoria’s. The house was large and about a hundred yards away. The backyard had a clear view into Victoria’s yard.
Jillian asked, "Did they move in up there yet?"
"Yeah."
"It’s a shame about your view. Are you still going to have those tall trees planted to get back your privacy?"
Victoria grinned then looked over at the house. "The view is actually a lot better now."
"What are you talking about?"
"There’s a hot guy who moved in there. I’ve been waiting for him to come over, but it hasn’t happened yet. We’ve only exchanged waves a couple times."
"Is he married?"
"Not sure. I think I’ll take something over to welcome him to the neighborhood. Maybe I’ll bake something," Victoria said.
Jillian gave her a skeptical look. "You can’t bake."
"I’ll figure some way to welcome him."
Jillian shook her head disapprovingly. "Okay, but be sure he’s not married first."
Victoria frowned again. "Did you come over here to give me crap, or..."
"No, I came to tell you Brian made me this incredible breakfast in bed."
"Great, so you guys did it then?" Victoria gave her a broad smile.
"No. Would you let me finish?" Jillian snapped, making Victoria’s smile fade. "Anyway, after breakfast, we played tennis together, and he’s great and a good sport, unlike Giant Pube Boy.
"Who’s Giant Pube Boy?" Victoria asked.
"You remember, from a couple weeks ago?"
Victoria looked at her, confused. Jillian matter-of-factly pulled out her phone, loaded up the picture, and handed the phone to Victoria.
"I do remember now. The blind date who ended up in your pool, naked." Victoria studied the picture, smiling. "I still can’t see his penis. Where is it again?"
"It’s in there somewhere."
Victoria glanced up at Kurt. "You’ve got to see this."
He happily walked over, looked at the picture, and then laughed. "Wow, that’s a lot of hair."
As he walked away, Victoria asked, "You’re trimmed down there, aren’t you, Kurt?"
"You know it," he said without looking back.
Jillian shook her head with a smile. "Anyway… so after we finished playing, he went to take a shower, and I kinda sorta went to ask him if he needed any towels or anything—"
"Towels?" Victoria said, accusatorily.
"Yes, towels. Would anyone buy that?"
"No, but please continue. This is getting good."
Jillian whispered, "I kind of caught him jerking off in the shower, and I stood there and watched while he finished."
"Did you do anything... else?"
"Not really," she continued whispering. Then she looked over at Kurt, who either wasn’t hearing any of this or listening intently and trying to play it cool.
"You didn’t join him?"
"No, I... uh... thought about it, but Rob came home and..."
"Oh, you should have played less tennis and done more fucking!"
Jillian took a moment to processes that possibility. "I think it would be a mistake. He’s Rob’s best friend and all, and nearly half my age, but God, is he sexy!"
"Life is short. You’ve got to seize the opportunities you're given. It’s not like you have a lot of them."