Chapter 93

Greg was pretty agreeable. We carried our floats and walked over to the paved area. Ah, clear blue water, cool and not too deep. We jumped into the deep end and lingered there, kissing and discreetly touching under the water. I cupped his hard cock, my fingers searching for his full balls, massaging them.

We ordered drinks, and climbed from the pool, lounging in the sun. Greg applied lotion to my exposed skin, lingering longer than I thought necessary. His fingers slowly massaged my skin, the drink affecting my mind. Greg knows me so well.

Many days, he has come home from work to find me sunning in the backyard, and I attack him as soon as I see him.

There is something about the bright sun and being naked or nearly so, it makes me crave sex. The longer we sat in the lounge chairs, the longer I sipped my drink and let Greg lotion me, the more my desire grew. I was nearly moaning with longing. Greg kept ordering drinks, innocent pink drinks, with tiny umbrellas.