“Not from five feet away,” I reply. She’s just sitting there, giving me a stare-down.
Whatever. I start to undo my jeans.
“That a boy,” she says snarkily, earning a glare from me in return.
I unzip my pants, reaching in through the opening in my underwear to pull my cock through.
“Happy now?”
She’s looking right at it.
“Oh, yeah. Very.”
I pull out of the parking lot and head for home, about a ten-minute drive.
“All the way home like this?” I ask.
“Yep.”
I take my eyes off the road to look over at Jess, and she’s still staring at it. She sees me looking at her, but just smiles without bothering to take her eyes off my dick.
Before we’re halfway to my place, I’m hard as a rock and pointing straight up. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hard without any physical contact. It’s almost embarrassing that I got this excited so easily. I keep hoping Jess will lean over and put her lips around me, or at least her hand. Instead, she just maintains that same smug smile, occasionally looking up to my face for a few seconds before dropping her gaze back down the prize she’s won.
We pull up in my drive and I turn to her. “I’m going to put this thing away now.”
She watches as I struggle to get my hard-on back in my jeans, then sits patiently while I come around to open her door. As she slides down off the seat, she places her hand softly on my chest and plants a sweet kiss on my lips.
“You’re a man of your word, Ty. I like that.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m just lucky we didn’t get pulled over. That would have been difficult to explain.”
Beau is glad to see me, as always, but he’s thrilled to see Jess again. She seems equally happy to see him. That’s a good thing, because when a woman doesn’t get along with my dog, I can’t help but lose interest in her. It’s happened a few times. In my eyes, if someone doesn’t love Beau, there must be something wrong with that person.
“Where’s your bathroom?” Jess asks.
I point her down the hallway. As soon as she’s gone, I adjust myself as much as possible. The problem is, I’ve been insanely horny all week and this erection is not going anywhere. That’ll come in handy when we get down to business, but until then, it’s kind of a hindrance. When Jess rejoins me, I’m still hard and there’s no way to hide it.
“Got another beer?” she asks.
I get two Budweisers from the fridge and hand her one.
“I need to let Beau out,” I say. “Want to sit on the porch for a minute?”
Jess follows me outside and we sit on my vintage two-person porch glider. I saw it at an estate sale, and it’s got to be a hundred years old or more. After I sanded it down and give it a coat of bright red paint, it’s as good as new.
It’s a warm, breezeless summer night, and all we hear are crickets and the faint bellowing of bullfrogs from the nearby pond. Jess and I sip our beers.
“It’s so tranquil out here,” she says. “And no mosquitoes.”
“Oh, they’ll come out shortly after a rain. It’s been dry lately.”
Without warning, Jess turns in her seat and kisses me passionately. It’s another scorching hot kiss, the kind you know you’ll never quite get used to. One hand holds her beer while the other is pressed against my chest, her thumb sliding between the buttons of my shirt to find some skin.
She leaves a trail of kisses across my cheek to my neck, eventually stopping to take another sip of beer.
“We kiss really well together,” she says.
“Indeed. That’s a good omen.” I slip my hand into hers.
We sit in silence for a minute, then she says, “You finished your little shed!”
I look across the lawn, and at the edge of the porch light I see my freshly painted shed. The last time Jess was here, there was lumber lying all around and no door.
“I did, a couple days ago.”
“Show me,” she says.
We walk through the grass to the shed, holding hands. I’m still rock-hard and am pretty sure I’ll remain this way until we’re done in bed later, whenever that is. I open the door and let Jess pass through first. The shed is only eight by ten feet, but it seems a little bigger because it’s empty. There are windows on both sides and a small workbench along the far wall. It smells like lumber and fresh paint, and only a trickle of light comes in through the window on the porch side.
“This is nice!” Jess says. “You built it from scratch?”
“Yep. Just followed someone else’s plans.”
She takes the bottle out of my hand and sets it on the work bench along with hers.
“Have you ever kissed a girl, Tyler?” she asks, looking into my eyes. I have no idea why she would ask that or why she used my full name, but before I can answer, her lips are pressed to mine and our tongues are playing together. As her body melts against mine, my hard-on pushes on her, screaming to be freed.
Jess must feel it, because she breaks the kiss and says, “You poor guy. You’re still…”
Our eyes locked, I don’t say anything. Then I feel her hand on me, caressing my cock through my jeans.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that soon,” she says.
Her touch feels electric and I sense that I’m running out of patience.
“Soon may not be good enough,” I reply.
She continues to massage my erection. Her hand works its way up my shaft until she finds the ridge that defines the head, and she runs a finger over it. I’m this close to losing it.
“You’re a bad girl, Jess,” I say.
“It’s Jessica.”
Suddenly, she releases me and lifts her shirt up, over her head, tossing it behind her onto the bench. Her lacy black bra seems to be bursting as she quickly undoes it and deposits it with the shirt. I’m left looking at a sliver of light that illuminates her just enough for me to see how fucking magnificent these tits are. My hands go to them immediately, and in seconds my mouth surrounds a nipple, licking and sucking until it’s as hard as I am.
I’ve somehow managed to maintain control throughout everything that’s happened since we left Danny’s pool hall. Then I hear Jess moan softly, and feel that moan resonate through her chest and vibrate against my tongue, and I give in to the beast I feel rising up inside me.
“I need you,” I say. “Now.”
Jess has a hunger in her eyes that matches my own. She spins to face the workbench, bending over it. This isn’t a hint, it’s an invitation. She’s outright offering herself to me. I don’t hesitate, lifting her skirt up over her ass. I’m stunned to see nothing but skin underneath—not a stitch of clothing covering her shapely ass.
The mere thought that she isn’t wearing panties sends me over the edge. I have a crazed need to fuck this chick. I take a step forward, moving against her, then push my hard-on into her wet, waiting pussy without thinking twice. I start slowly moving my length in and out of her, holding her hips as I do. Jess grinds against me, pushing back and forcing more of me into her.
I reach in front and find those luscious tits, cupping them in my hands as my strokes begin to quicken. Her soft moans push me to fuck her harder. In this dim light, I can see the back of her head moving forward and backward with each thrust. I’ve been anticipating this moment for a while now, but never thought it would feel this… perfect.
The heat in the unventilated shed is stifling and in no time, we’re both sweaty. Jess reaches up to cover one of my hands with hers as I play with her tit. The act is simple, yet strikes me as profoundly sexy. I’m surprised to suddenly feel an orgasm welling up from deep in my balls. I groan and slow down a little, but she utters, her voice husky, “No, don’t stop.”
“I’m close.” It should feel weird to admit that I’m about to come so quickly, especially the first time I’m with someone, but for some reason being honest with Jess feels entirely natural.
“I know,”
she says. “Don’t stop. Just don’t come inside me.”
I start to pound her, faster and harder. I grab her hips again and she braces herself against the bench as I start slamming into her, over and over. My plan is to pull out in plenty of time, then hold off my orgasm. As much as I’d love to come now, I should wait until we’re in my bed and she’s had her turn.
“Yes...”
It’s just a single syllable, but it pushes me over the edge when I hear it. I slam into Jess’s wet pussy one more time, then feel the orgasm arrive almost out of nowhere. I’m shocked that I couldn’t control it and yank my cock out with a grunt. Just in time, too, as I have one of the most intense orgasms I can remember, pouring myself onto her lower back and the top of her butt.
Jess continues to move her hips against me until I stop groaning. Sweat is pouring down my face and my shirt is sticking to my back. Then everything grows quiet. Our breathing is the loudest thing in the room, and I realize it’s like a topical jungle in here.
“Mmm…”
“Don’t move,” I say. “I’ll clean you up.”
I unbutton my shirt and remove it, feeling only slightly cooler. Jess remains bent over the bench and I’m standing behind her with my still-hard cock sitting against the crack of her lovely ass. I use my shirt to dab at the cum I can see.
“All done,” I say, still out of breath.
“You missed a spot. Between my shoulder blades.”
Holy shit. I rub the shirt gently in that area, hoping to get it all.
“And also a little lower.”
“Jesus, really?”
Jess giggles as I finish cleaning her. In the dim light I see that I got some in her skirt, which was bunched up around her waist this whole time.
“I’m afraid we’re gonna need to wash this,” I say, tugging on the material. “Sorry.”
“No apology necessary.” She unbuttons and unzips the side, then stands upright and it falls to her ankles. When she turns around, Jess is naked except for her shoes.
“Whoa.”
“What?” she asks, concerned.
“Your body. Holy fuck.”
We’re suddenly kissing again, my fading cock sliding on her sweaty belly. I can feel our slippery bodies squishing together, and taste the saltiness of the sweat from her face. Or maybe it’s my face, I can’t tell.
Jess steps back, her hands lighting touching my belly. “This place could double as a sauna.”
“Yeah, I’d have opened the windows, but I didn’t know that we’d…”
“Neither did I,” she says. “It just felt like the right moment.”
There’s a whimper at the door and we both laugh when we realize Beau has been patiently waiting outside.
“Ready to continue this in my bed?”
Even sweaty, her face looks lovely as the light catches it, revealing a mischievous smile.
“Want to go skinny-dipping first?” she asks.
When we open the shed door, the warm air feels amazing. It’s substantially cooler out here than in the stifling shed. A slight breeze has picked up and helps to cool us down.
“I’ll go put Beau away and grab some towels.” I lead my reluctant dog inside and come back with two big, clean towels. As I approach the pool, I realize my spent cock is now limp, seemingly asleep. I’m not concerned, though, because as attracted as I am to Jess, this will be one very short nap.
She’s already in the water and turns towards me. In the shallow end, the water is only to the top of her belly. Those magnificent breasts are glistening, and her face looks radiant in the refracted patterns of the underwater pool lights.
I don’t think I’m exaggerating in saying that she looks like a painting.
Chapter 11
Jess
The water feels cool and delicious against my skin. It was incredibly hot in that little room, in more ways than one. I take a moment to catch my breath, still stunned that my first time with Ty was in his tool shed. Although after staring shamelessly at his exposed cock all the way home, I’d have agreed to just about anything. And if I’m not mistaken, he just lost his shit in that little shed and came after just a few minutes. It makes me feel very sexy and feminine to know I had that effect on him.
I’m already smiling at the thought, and that smile grows bigger when I turn around and see Ty walking towards me from the house. That body of his is as sexy as anything I’ve seen in a magazine underwear ad, and there’s something about his gait that I find incredibly erotic. He moves like a lion, smooth and sure of himself. Of course, I can’t leave out the cock I see swaying between his legs. Even limp, it’s impressive.
Most of all, though, I love the way he’s looking at me. I haven’t felt like this under a man’s gaze in longer than I care to remember. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever had a man look at me like this before, and I doubt I could ever grow tired of it.
Sooner or later, I’ll need to tell him the truth about us, but I can’t do it just now. Maybe later tonight, or next time we’re together, even. Just not now.
Ty casually walks down the steps into the pool, the water slowly swallowing him. Seconds later he’s all over me, kissing me as his hands hungrily explore my slippery body. He slides behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and his hands finally stop moving when they’re filled with my breasts. I feel his lips against my neck, nuzzling me, and I wish I could remain in this blissful moment forever.
“Thanks for helping me christen the shed,” he says softly.
I laugh. “It was inevitable. I think we were drawn to that little room.”
I can feel his cock against my ass, sliding skin-to-skin.
“I have another confession to make,” I say.
He lets me go and floats around to my front, then takes me in his arms again, going nose to nose with me.
“And what might that be?”
I feel sheepish about what I’m about to say.
“The last time I was here, when you got the emergency call and asked me to take care of Beau? Well, he did want me to play catch with him from the pool.”
“That furry fucker can be stubborn,” he says. “Did you give in?”
“I did. Only I didn’t have a bathing suit.”
His eyes crinkle slightly at their outside corners.
“So, what did you wear?”
“Coincidentally, the same outfit I’m wearing now,” I say.
“You mean to tell me you jumped into my pool butt-naked to play catch with my dog?”
I nod slowly, giving him a dirty look. “I did, and I thought about you naked while I was in here.”
He pulls my body closer to his, my breasts touching his chest.
“Do you have any idea how much the thought of you doing that excites me?”
I feel his cock nudge my belly, and I’m surprised and delighted that he’s growing erect again so soon.
“Yeah, I have some idea.” My hand drifts down and encircles his shaft. He’s only halfway hard, but I have no doubt I can get him the rest of the way there quickly.
“Back at Danny’s, I was tempted to bend you over, lift your skirt up, and take you from behind right there on the pool table, but my common sense got the better of me. If I had known you weren’t wearing panties, I might not have been able to resist the temptation.”
I laugh teasingly. “Ah, but I was wearing panties while we were at Danny’s. I took them off in your bathroom when we got here.”
“You little vixen,” he says, and his smile tells me he approves. His cock is growing in my hand—longer, thicker, harder. Despite being fucked hard in the shed, I haven’t had come yet and am aching for release.
Maybe Ty can see that in my eyes, because he puts his hands on the backs of my thighs, pulling them up and towards him until my legs are locked around his waist. He walks toward the side of the pool, next to the metal ladder. When I feel the concrete against my back, he reaches down and guides his cock to my opening. As he pushes into me again, I can tell he’s not compl
etely hard yet, but I’m confident it won’t take long before he gets there. The water feels amazing against me as he thrusts into me. I wrap my arms behind his neck and hold on.
By the time I start moaning a minute or two later, Ty is hard as a rock. I stare into his eyes, aching to come. The more he grows and fills me up, the closer I get. His hand slides between us, his fingers gliding over my mound in search of my clit. They soon find their target and he begin to stroke me lightly.
It feels wonderful, but I can tell it’s uncomfortable for him to contort his hand like this. He takes a step back, then moves the two of us to his left, in front of the ladder. Putting his hands on my ass, he lifts me, separating his hard-on from my eager pussy. Then he turns me in the water until I’m facing away from him, the ladder right in front of me.
“Grab the rails.”
Those three words sound so authoritative, so perfectly in control, that my excitement grows exponentially. My hands grip the metal as Ty repositions himself behind me, then I feel his hard cock at my opening again. He slides in easily and feels even bigger in this position, like he did in the shed. His left hand takes my breast while his right glides down my belly. This time, he finds my clit instantly and begins toying with it. I can tell he’s got more freedom to move his hand like this, because the things he begins to do to me are so intense that I can’t help but moan.
Over the next couple of minutes, that hard cock continues to penetrate me, methodically and machine-like, while his fingers deftly bring me to the brink of orgasm. I hold the ladder tightly, my body tingling with electricity. Little by little, I feel myself slipping over the brink.
“Come for me, Jess,” he whispers in my ear. His thrusting gets harder and his finger rubs my clit just a little faster.
The cry that escapes my mouth when the first wave hits is scary. Loud and guttural, I can’t control it as my body starts to spasm, my pussy clenching around his shaft. Before I can scream out again, his hand leaves my breast and quickly clamps over my mouth. I cry into his palm as the waves flow forcefully through my body. Again and again he thrusts into me, and I continue to spasm and scream. His hand over my mouth adds an element of danger. Even though my mind knows I can trust him, being muzzled like this is thrilling and I come harder and longer than I expected to.
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