Poolside

Bonnie Dee

“Sexy Confessions to Venus”

POOLSIDE BY BONNIE DEE Venus Press LLC

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Dedication:

To my family members for their continued support.

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One summer break from college, all my friends had internships or vacations someplace exotic while I was stuck at home. I slipped through the bright, hot days on a slick of suntan oil as I lay poolside, my mind lazy and hazy with boredom. But my summer took an interesting turn when my parents secured a hot new yard guy. He had dark hair, deep brown eyes and perfectly bronzed skin that always seemed to glisten with a sheen of sweat. When he stripped off his dirty tank top, I feasted on the sight of chiseled pecs, cut abs and brawny biceps flowing fluidly beneath his satiny skin. Hiding behind my sunglasses, I’d sip iced tea and watch the Yard Guy Show all afternoon. At first I thought the man was too beautiful not to be gay, but I tested the theory one day by casually taking my bikini top down as I sunbathed. His eyes kept drifting over to me while he weed-whacked around the trees. That was promising, so I decided to take it a little further. I poured tanning lotion on my hands and smeared it lavishly on my arms, legs, stomach, chest and breasts. I stroked the soft globes and brought my nipples to sharp peaks with my fingertips, aroused by the feel of my own hands and even more by the knowledge that the hunky gardener was watching. I glanced up and he was standing only a tree away transfixed, mouth half-open, the silent weed-whacker dangling forgotten in his hands. His eyes glittered with lust, and he unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips. I called out, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were working today.” then slowly put my top back on. I reclined on the lounge and closed my eyes with a smile. In another moment I heard the weed-whacker whir back to life. I wanted to prolong teasing and tormenting the yard guy because really, what else did I have to occupy my time that summer? I planned how I would flirt with him when I saw him next. 5

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But when our yard was due for another trim and weed, the service sent a different man. I did not take my top down for the middle-aged guy with the crew-cut and goatee. I gazed with dismay at the suspenders stretched over his portly stomach, the tough, sinewy arms poking out of his tank top as he clipped the hedge. I hoped I hadn’t missed my one chance with the hot yard guy. However, a few boring days later the epitome of manliness was back, muscles rippling under the shining sun as he unloaded his gear from the back of his pickup. I smiled in satisfaction, watching him through the window, filled my iced tea glass and strolled outdoors in my skimpiest bikini. I lay down on my favorite lounge chair and again casually tossed the top aside and applied lotion to my legs, arms, stomach and breasts. The model-handsome yard guy was trimming a bush nearby—one that had just been trimmed a few days before and clearly didn’t need it again. I knew then I had him hooked. “Excuse me,” I called. “I can’t reach my back. Would you mind?” I extended the bottle of lotion toward him. Yard Guy set his rake against the side of the house and approached me, frowning. “What the hell are you doing? Are you fucking with me?” “Do you want me to be fucking with you? Because that can be arranged.” I gave him a seductive smile with half-lowered eyelids. So much for extended days of teasing and tormenting him, I wanted him and I wanted him now. He hesitated, then stepped forward and took the tanning lotion. He sat on the edge of my chair and began applying a generous dollop to my back. I could smell the heady odor of cut grass and fresh sweat from his body mingling with the sweet odor of coconut. Yard Guy’s hot, callused hands stroking up and down my back felt so sensual, I moaned with pleasure. His hands slid from my back around to my ribcage. I arched my back, lifting up so his hands could slip between the lounge and my body. Those big, strong hands slid up to my breasts and began squeezing my full tits. He rolled and pinched the nipples between his fingers and I gasped with pleasure. I felt his hot breath on the side of my neck, then he kissed the side of my neck just behind my ear. He nuzzled until I wiggled from the tickling sensation. 6

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I twisted my head to the side to kiss him over my shoulder. His lips covered mine, wet and warm as the summer’s day. We kissed gently at first, then hungrily as I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue inside. I pressed my back against his hard chest, feeling the heat radiating from his sun-warmed skin and the slick of sweat forming between our bodies. After several moments of kissing, Yard Guy pulled back and looked nervously around. “Man, I could lose my job.” I glanced at the house. “Nobody home but me, and there’s a privacy fence between here and next door. We’re safe.” It was all the go ahead he needed. We kissed again, more deeply and hungrily. His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring the landscape of tongue, teeth and palate, invading my senses and stealing my breath away. I rolled over beneath him and wrapped my arms around his back, holding him close. Our sweaty skin fused together in the cramped confines of the lounge chair. His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, nibbled down my neck and chest to suckle at my breasts. The tugging sensation of his mouth on my nipple sent a bolt of fire straight to my crotch. My pussy was already pulsing with excitement at the forbidden nature of this tryst and the stimulus of his sucking mouth made me even wetter. I squeezed my thighs together to relieve the ache. Yard Guy slipped his hand inside my bikini bottoms to rub my stiff clit and stroke his fingers in and out of my pussy. I writhed and arched into his hand, moaning low in my throat at the erotic sensation of a stranger’s hand touching me so intimately. The pleasure was exquisite but it wasn’t enough. The man’s hard cock pressed against my leg through the fabric of jeans, and I desperately wanted it inside me. “Take your pants off,” I ordered, pushing him aside and stripping off my bikini bottoms. Yard Guy stood and I eagerly watched his narrow hips, dark thatch of pubic hair and straining cock emerge from his jeans. He was a perfect god-like specimen of manhood. His handsome face, broad shoulders, muscled chest, narrow hips and thick shaft were so beautiful I felt I’d fallen into a Playgirl fantasy. Maybe this was all merely a poolside daydream. 7

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I had come prepared, half hoping for an encounter, and pulled a condom from my handy beach bag. Leaning over, I quickly sheathed his vibrating shaft. It twitched against my fingers and Yard Guy hissed at the contact. I usually like a lot of foreplay, but today I was hot for the main event. I wanted the man inside me right away. I reclined on the lounge and looked invitingly up at him. He straddled my body, barely able to fit his knees on either side of me in the narrow chair. I ran my hands up his glistening torso, over the silky skin of his stomach and chest, and grabbed his shoulders to pull him down on top of me. He slowly pushed his cock into me with a groan of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his hips and welcomed him inside. As he thrust slowly in and out, I arched beneath him. Reaching between us, I separated the folds of labia to expose my clit. He altered his thrusting so that he brushed across it with each stroke and I felt mounting arousal radiating out from the tiny nub. I grasped his strong shoulders and looked up into those delicious dark eyes. He was staring intently back into mine, sweat breaking out on his forehead, as he controlled his desire to fuck hard and fast. The languid pace was perfect for the humid day. It was dreamlike and incredibly erotic. Deep inside me the swirling sensation of my mounting orgasm began to build and build. I knew I would come soon and I gave my partner permission to unleash. “Go ahead. Fuck me hard,” I murmured, trying not to sound like a porn star with a bad script. His hips began moving faster and faster as he plunged inside me. His eyes closed and he frowned in concentration. Air gasped through his open mouth and he grunted with each hard thrust. The chair squeaked under the force of his assault and I moaned in delight. His cock hit a hot spot deep inside me. With each thrust my desire mounted and the arousing sound of his animalistic grunts was all I needed to put me over the edge. Within moments I was bucking beneath him, flying up off the lounge chair and into the stratosphere.

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My orgasm triggered his and Yard Guy let out a shout that would have roused the neighbors if they were home. His body tensed in my arms and his cock pulsed inside me as he released. Afterward, I lay gasping at the strenuous workout under the broiling sun. I wrapped my arms around his slick, sweaty back and held him tight. Breathing heavily, he rested his dark head next to mine on the smooth vinyl of the lounge chair. “My God, that was amazing,” he muttered. “Amazing and sweaty,” I agreed. “Let’s go for a swim.” We peeled our sticky skin apart, got up and dove into the cool, clear water of the pool. It felt refreshing and wonderful on my naked skin. We swam a few laps then bobbed in the shallow end, and started kissing again. His lips slid over mine, and his tongue took my mouth, wet and possessive. The pool water was body temperature on such a hot July day. Yard Guy’s hands held me steady as we floated and bumped together. The water lapping against my nipples was heavenly. It was soon followed by the sensation of his mouth lapping my nipples, which was even more heavenly! I moaned and arched my tits toward his sucking mouth, threaded my fingers through his dark, wet hair and held on. After a while my hands dropped to his shoulders and arms to stroke the amazing muscles of his sculpted biceps. Wet, he looked like a Grecian god rising from my pool. Yard Guy released my tits from his warm mouth. He grabbed my waist tighter and twirled me around and around in a circle. Water splashed in my wake. He lifted me up in the air and tossed me backward toward the deep end. I shrieked then breathed a great lungful of air before plunging in. I fell through the water like an angel falling from heaven then shot up to the surface to gulp another breath. I dove back under and opened my eyes. I could see the man’s tree trunk legs and his feet firmly planted on the floor of the shallow end. His beautiful cock, floated like an exotic fish. I swam toward it with the Jaws theme playing in my head. Grasping his thighs in my hands, I caught his bobbing cock in my mouth and sucked it in. Through the muffling water, I heard him say something. His hips thrust toward me. I snaked my hand between his legs and fondled his balls. Then I ran out of air and had to rise, gasping, to the surface. Yard Guy lifted me out of the water and held me close, wet body to wet body. “Not enough friction in here. Let’s take this out on the patio.” 9

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He carried me out of the pool like a mermaid he’d caught and laid me down on the blistering hot flagstones by the pool. My skin steamed and sizzled but the burn felt sexy. I lay flat against the patio and splayed my legs wide, welcoming Yard Guy to round two. He proved to be quite the gentleman, crouching between my legs and lapping my clit with inexorable strokes of his broad tongue until I came with a shout. I gasped and twitched on the patio more like a beached mermaid then ever. He pressed his cock inside me once more and fucked me hard and deep, driving my body across the rough stones, scraping my ass and spine. It felt fantastic! Afterward we enjoyed another languorous swim, a lunch break of leftover Chinese takeout then more sex by the pool…up against a tree…down in the grass…and back in the lounge chair, while the yard went untended. I helped him finish the gardening late that afternoon. As a matter of fact, I helped Yard Guy do his work a lot that summer, which is how I learned the difference between crab grass and crocus bulbs. We never went on a single date. I only saw him on yard days, and when fall arrived, our fling was over. When my friends got back to town from their internships and European vacations, I listened to their stories of challenging projects and exotic locations. I never told them about my summer adventure. I preferred to keep my secret gardener to myself.

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About the Author

Whether you're a fan of contemporary, paranormal or historical romance, you’ll find something to enjoy among my books. My style is down to earth and my characters feel like well-known friends by the time you've finished reading. While my heroes are manly, they're usually not aggressively male. I'm interested in flawed, often damaged, people who find the fulfillment they seek in one another. For my complete backlist, check out my web site http://bonniedee.com Also available at Venus Press by Bonnie Dee Piscean Dreams Opposites Attract Summer Break

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