His and Hers Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – His and Hers Ch. 02 by 8inthebox,8inthebox
Welcome to part two of our story. This series will be a multi-part collaboration attempt between two first time Literotica writers. This story is written in tandem, you will notice changes in pronouns. To avoid confusion, we’ll be labeling our sections HIS and HERS. As always, constructive feedback is encouraged. Let us know what you like (and what you don’t). Most of all, please enjoy our work. However you see fit.

HIS

“Ok sweetheart, five minutes,” you say as you step away from me and walk to the bathroom, my first deposit of the day leaking slowly down the inside of your thigh. You pause briefly, considering pulling on your suit to feel me inside of you all day, leaking out of you at the party. It is after all my right of ownership. But the idea passes as you close the door to “freshen up”.

All clean and fresh, you emerge, the picture of beauty. Your incredible body squeezed into a stunning bikini with a see through cover-up. It has the effect of highlighting both your magnificent tits and that round, perfect ass. The straps are struggling to contain you and I can’t get enough of drinking you in. My mouth hangs open cartoonishly, as though the wolf whistle cannot be far behind.

The lust I am obviously fighting makes you dampen, your insides react, but you know we must be getting on the road. As you sashay past me, slowly flaunting yourself to me, I realize I am letting control slip just a bit, and react with a swift slap across your ass, my hardened look reminding you that you belong to me. Your eyes turn teasingly at my strike, looking directly into mine from behind your shoulder, under the lashes. I can see the fire in them, and moreso, I can see your utter submission. You are mine, and you want me to know it.

Rising from the bed I follow you out the door, walking behind you so I can feast my eyes on your motion. The side to side rocking of your hips and ass is almost hypnotic. If this was the outfit you wore, I’d follow you to the gates of hell.

As we’re making our way to the family area, just before we’re visible, I reach out from behind you and cup your ass, allowing my first finger to slide between the round globes, and in a single straight line travel from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. Just a tease, to keep the fire burning.

Your son is ready and waiting. So excited to see his family and all of his cousins. But most of all, he wants to see grandma. His excitement is certainly taking its toll already, but he can nap during the ride and the pool should wake him right up. At long last, we exit the house, load up the car and get on the road. The drive isn’t too bad as it is only five miles away.

As soon as we are out of the neighborhood and onto the open road, he’s out like a light. His snores evident over the interior sounds of our travel. We fall into an easy conversation about the day, and what should I expect from your family…

HERS

Looking at you with a sparkle in my eye. “I’m sure you can expect a mix of openness, care, and love from my mom. She’s a pretty amazing woman.”

My fingers slowly glide over your hand as you drive the short distance to my family’s house.

“My dad tends to have a short temper, but he judges people based on their merits and believes that nobody is good enough for me.”

I giggle lightly “So good luck with that.”

As we finally arrived, we both stand nervously at the front door, waiting for my parents to greet us.

The door swung open, and there stood my mom, beaming with joy. Without hesitation, she enveloped my son, her grandson, in an embrace so tight, it looked like she was trying to break him with the world’s most intense hug.

My mom finally let go and turned her attention to you, her eyes sparkled with warmth and acceptance as she welcomed you into the house.

Just as we made our way inside my dad stood beside the kitchen bench observing you, with a discerning eye. His gaze moved up and down, measuring you, but his stern expression soon softened into a smile of approval, as he watched you leading me through the house with your hand on my lower back.

As the day progresses, my mom continues to shower my son with affection, holding him so tightly, seemingly trying to protect him from the world’s worries.

Meanwhile, I notice that my dad and my friend Ryan have cornered you, and seem to be asking you questions.

HIS

Your father approaches me with his hand out. As I grasp it and shake, he says, “Come, let’s go sit by the fire pit, I’d like to get to know you a little bit.” He’s evaluating me with his eyes. He seems to have settled on me being allowed in the house, but not much else.

Outwardly, I smile, following his lead. Internally however, I desperately want to know what he knows. What has he been able to ascertain about his little girl’s new man? Does he realize you’re my little girl now? Does he acknowledge, deep in the back of his mind, the filthy things you do for me? With me? Does he know that you’re such a good girl for me?

Almost by magic, as if my impure thoughts of you contained summoning powers, you appear. You’re holding a drink for me. Taking care of me in the only way available to you right now. Running your nails over the back of my hand as you pass the drink over to me. Flashing that flirty little grin at me before turning to your father and leaning in to whisper in his ear. You’ve made sure your ass is on full display to me as you do so. “Go easy on this one daddy, I kinda like him,” you giggle, winking at me and walking away. Your body movements drawing my eye, your hips with an extra pop to them. Showing me what is mine. Unconsciously, I lick my lips, wishing I could taste you. All of you.

Your father looks at you and shakes his head, telling me with a chuckle, not to have daughters. We begin to chat about the party, with me complimenting his outdoor oasis. This brings a smile to his face, easing a bit of the awkward tension between a father and his daughter’s partner. The conversation continues lightly, we’re getting along well. Suddenly, your friend, Ryan approaches and joins us.

“Oh, this must be Rhi’s new guy, mind if I join you?” Ryan asks. And of course, we point to the open chair, but not before I stand and introduce myself. As I return to my seat I can tell that this gesture did not go unnoticed by your father. I’m beginning to feel good about myself and our interaction, but I know the questions are coming, and come they do.

“So, Andrew, tell me a little bit about yourself,” he asks. And I do. I tell him about my job, a VP of Client Success for a tech company. About my family, describing in detail my familial dynamic, my relationship with my immediate and distant families, both of which are very close. I delve into my education, my work ethic. All of the high level information a father would worry about for his little girl.

I can tell I’m passing this test. Until he asks, “And what do you want with my little girl?”

Immediately the word that comes to mind is submission. I want to take care of her. I want her to be MY little girl. But I can’t tell him that. Not only wouldn’t he understand, but it would create a competition between us. And I need him in my corner if I’m going to be staying around. So I look in his eyes and answer honestly, choosing my words extremely carefully.

“I want to take care of her, I want to protect her. I want to support her. When her knees go weak, I want to be right there holding her, making her feel good.”

Your friend, who has been looking on, a bit bored by my responses, suddenly perks up. I notice a flicker of envy pass over his face as I describe what I want with you. Especially focused on your knees being weak. He seems to want to expose me to your father. He is hoping to drive a wedge between us. “And why would her knees be weak?” he asks, condescendingly.

My response is short, ambiguous, “Well any man, who spends his life with a woman, will undoubtedly see her knees weak occasionally. Maybe present company is excluded in that statement? Although, I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing for you.”

It has become painfully obvious that Ryan was feigning boredom to mask his envy that I am the one being interrogated. Does he have a bit of a thing for you? I’ll have to file that away for a later date.

Our conversation flows freely. Your father talking about his career, his hobbies, your family history as I listen closely, absorbing any and all information he provides like a sponge. The more I know about you, the closer it will bring us.

Finally, we stand and your father excuses himself to help his wife with hosting duties. We exchange pleasantries and he turns to walk away, leaving me with Ryan, who’s demeanor shifts a bit, a pained look on his face, he tells me I must want to get back to you. His suggestion comes at the perfect time really, because I absolutely do want to get back to you, and to that scandalous, sexy fucking swimsuit.

“Yes, I think I will. I haven’t made her knees weak in hours,” I say, leaving him dumbfounded and fuming.

Looking around the backyard I spot you. Lazily swimming. You see me coming and dive down, making sure your ass breaks the water. Knowing what your body does to me.

As you surface, you turn to your back, floating through the water. Your perfect tits standing high on your chest. The suit is wet, I can make out the shape and hardness of your nipples and feel my cock react, I’d better get into the water, I think. I am quite exposed like this, my cock beginning to thicken and rise. Slowly I wade into the water and begin my journey towards you.

HERS

As you approach me in the pool, watching me swimming in my skimpy bikini, you take notice of others watching me. It makes you smile knowing I’m completely yours, my body captivating you, making you want to risk it all just to touch me. It’s already been far too long since you’ve felt me, a few hours seems like a lifetime ago.

The sight of my long black hair sticking to my body only entices you further. My firm 36D boobs are on full display in my one size to small bikini.

HIS

As I approach you, floating on your back, soaking in the sun on your cool, wet skin, I put my left arm under the small of your back, supporting you as you float. The effect does not go unnoticed by those in the pool. With my arm keeping you level, your beautiful tits break the water, standing so proudly on your chest. I place my right hand ever so lightly around your throat and give a firm squeeze, just for a moment, to remind you that you belong to me before running the tips of my fingers, ever so lightly across your collarbone. Pausing briefly before tracing them down your chest, straight between your tits, watching goosebumps raise on your skin as my fingers move on in a straight line, down your abs.

My left hand has shifted, supporting your posture now by placing it fully on your ass, rubbing it, squeezing it. Relishing the feel of it in my hands, as my fingers continue their journey southward, pausing to play with the waistband of your suit. I slide the tip of one finger under it, pulling the material up and away from you, showing me the treasure that lies beneath.

The sight of your pussy makes my mouth water. I need you. My body is reacting to you. My left hand continues to play with your ass, but one finger has begun brushing your lips. I see your eyes roll back and close. Your breathing increases as I move your suit to the slide and slide a finger into you. To anyone watching, we look like a caring couple, your boyfriend simply helping keep you afloat. But if they could see under the water, they’d notice that I’ve begun pumping my finger in and out of you. Spreading your wetness around, making it easier for me to fuck you with it.

Your breathing begins to labor, your arousal far more heightened than you’d expect seeing as I’ve only just begun touching you. I can see your nipples getting even harder. Something I didn’t think was possible a few minutes ago. As my fingers pick up speed inside of you, curling to rub against your inner walls I move my other hand to your top, slipping a finger inside to feel your impossibly hard nipples. You let out a slight groan and arch your back in response, and in restrained pleasure.

Acknowledging my need to touch you, I’ve guided your floating body to a deserted area of the pool. Pulling your top to the side so I can see your perfect nipple, I bend down, quickly and capture it between my teeth eliciting a moan which turns quickly into a groan as I bite down before putting them away.

You are beginning to rock your hips, making my fingers more easily penetrate you. Grinding them to get my finger exactly where you want it. My right hand now travels again down your abs. Pressing down on your skin right where I can feel the fingers of my left hand pressing from the inside. Stimulating your g spot from both sides. You’re struggling to maintain composure as I continue my manipulation of your tight little pussy. Or better said, MY tight little pussy.

I can see all the signs of your pending explosion. The changes in breathing. The pinkening of your skin. The involuntary movements of your hips. The clenching of your abs. Knowing we’re taking a big risk, I don’t draw it out, edging you for hours as I want to. No, I want to see you cum. Right here in the pool we’re sharing with your family.

I continue the double simulation of your spot, the fingers of my right hand pressing down across your mound until they reach your clit. And repeating the journey over and over as my left hand continues to fuck that perfect pussy with my fingers. I see your hands clench. Gripping the imaginary bedsheets and confirming that you’re right on the edge.

Looking to my right, I notice we have an audience, Ryan is looking right at me. Not more than 15 feet from where I stand. He looks furious. But I don’t care. My mind is singularly focused, repeating my earlier words. Like a mantra in my head.

“I want to take care of her, I want to protect her. I want to support her. When her knees go weak, I want to be right there holding her, making her feel good.”

Truer words have never been spoken.

Winking at Ryan, I dip under the water and capture your clit in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as my fingers continue to rub your spot from both sides. Immediately I feel your release. I can feel your clit throbbing, pulsing as you cum on my tongue. Your pussy is gushing over my beard and into the water.

As I run out of breath, your body slows its spasming and I slowly rise, my head breaking the water. Looking over for our audience, I see Ryan stomping inside, he’s had enough of this party. Had enough of this heartbreak. Enough of seeing your body react to another man. I guide you to an upright position, your eyes a bit glassy, your breathing returning to normal, we fix your suit, and I lean in. You can still smell yourself on my face, “Good girl. Do you want to go check on Ryan?”

“He can fucking wait,” you say, pulling me to you and kissing me. Tasting yourself on my lips…