Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 3

Note: This story is a continuation of “Poolside: Ch. 03, Pt. 2.”

Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/04/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors.

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Saturday finally came. I had Katrina take my entire shift that day, and I drove to Aunt Karen’s, arriving in the middle of the afternoon. Uncle Jack was out-of-town, and Karen took plenty of time to explain all of the details she felt I needed to know about that evening and the following day. Then she gave me a keycard to a hotel room at the best hotel in town. I wrote the name of the hotel and the room number on a note for Angie.

“If anyone asks, you’re registered as Bill and Susan Wilson, and you’re my married niece and nephew. You won’t have to sign anything, and you can order your meals from room service. Everything’s arranged and already paid for. I’ll drive Angie there. Remember, she thinks this is all your doing!” This was VERY good news! I would be able to drive Angie away from the hotel when we were done, thus getting her away from her mother!

She glanced at my crotch and remarked, “You don’t seem to be nervous!” She giggled and I’m sure I blushed. Everything felt really strange. Here was Angie’s aunt, working with Angie’s mother, conspiring to get me to have sex with Angie. Did other families do this, I wondered? As Doris had said, it beat the hell out of doing it in the backseat of a Volkswagen!

I went to the hotel room around 4:30 p.m., since Karen told me that Angie would be arriving about 5:15. The “room” was actually a luxury suite, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a huge sitting room. I unpacked the few things I had brought and then laid out a sexy negligee on the king-sized bed in the bigger bedroom. Doris had purchased it with me at a lingerie store on Friday morning. Doris had also gotten me a pair of silk shorts and a satin robe. I was starting to imagine what kind of mother-in-law she would become once I managed to marry Angie! I took a shower and put the robe and shorts on and waited anxiously for Angie to arrive.

She arrived right on time. I heard a gentle knock on the door. I opened it and Angie came quickly in, carrying a small bag and my note in her hand. She even had a wedding ring, courtesy of Karen. “Hello, Mrs. Wilson!” I said as I kissed her.

Angie kissed me, and she was clearly extremely excited. “I can’t believe we’re actually going to do it!” She exclaimed.

I finally broke the kiss and showed her around the suite, ending with the big bedroom. She giggled when she saw her new negligee. I was kissing her and helping her out of her clothes, when the phone rang.

I picked up the one next to the bed, and it was room service, asking if we were ready for the meal “we” had requested for 6:00. I didn’t know what was ordered, but I told him that six was fine.

In the meantime Angie had removed all her clothes and was looking at me with lust in her eyes. Her nervousness was completely gone. “I just did something stupid!” I said. “Dinner will be here in a few minutes. Why don’t you put on that cute little outfit and wear it while we eat?”

“Shower first! It’s brand new!” Angie giggled and strutted into the shower, giving me lots of tit-shaking and ass-wiggling. I truly didn’t know if I could get through the meal without making love to her!

I decided the only way I would be able to let room service in was to get rid of my erection, so I didn’t join her in the shower. Instead I went out into the sitting room to wait. Even though I could hear Angie in the shower, my penis gradually relaxed enough that it wasn’t tenting my shorts. It was still pretty hard!

Promptly at six there was a discrete knock on the door. As soon as I opened it, two waiters brought in the food. There was a plate of sliced fillets, two huge lobsters, assorted vegetables, a tray of oyster appetizers, and two bottles of chilled champagne. They set everything out, then departed without even gesturing for tips. Obviously they had clear instructions. I set the security chain.

I called Angie’s name and she floated into the room in her negligee. She looked at the growing tent in my shorts and smiled. She knew she was driving me wild, and she clearly enjoyed it! Except for one tiny, little, temporarily-intact membrane, she was already a woman!

Angie was in a dark red negligee. The bottom was a skinny bikini panty, so narrow that Angie’s thick crop of pubic hair poked out erotically on both sides. The top was a braless drape hanging just to the top of the panties, held together with a bow at her neck. Her back, arms, and sides were almost completely bare. Two thin panels of nearly transparent material hung down her front. As she moved, the gap in front gave me glimpses of the bare valley between her breasts, all the way from her neck to her navel.

“If we don’t eat now, I don’t think we’ll get back to it!” I said. Angie blushed and grinned. She pulled off my robe and rubbed my erection through the silky shorts. “Nice!” she purred and kissed me. “Even smoother!”

The waiters had uncorked one bottle of champagne, and I poured two glasses. “To an unforgettable night of love!” I toasted, and we each took a sip. I pulled Angie to me and kissed her, hard. We were both breathless when we parted. We finished our glasses, and I poured more.

I had turned on the sound system, and we enjoyed romantic music as we ate. The fillet was easy to eat, but we were both laughing at the mess we made while eating the lobsters! Our butter-smeared mouths made for slippery kisses as we shared pieces of lobster, each of us holding one end in our mouths and then eating until we kissed. I ate most of the oysters – just in case!

We washed our hands and faces after dinner, then we began to dance in our butter-splattered, sexy clothes. I was soon naked, and Angie no longer had her bikini panties on. We went out onto the balcony and danced together as it got dark, staring down at the city several stories below us. If anybody saw us, we didn’t care. We were in love and soon to become real lovers. I could feel our sexual tension rising higher and higher, but we were in no hurry, now.

Finally we returned to the suite. I picked Angie up and carried her to the bed and laid her gently upon it. She opened herself by spreading her legs and putting her arms over her head. The top of the negligee fell apart, revealing her red, erect nipples.

I tried to spend an hour kissing and teasing her. I don’t know if I lasted that long. I did kiss her from her toes to her forehead several times, and I brought her to the brink of orgasm at least a half dozen times. Her nipples were erect and hard, her clitoris was moving out from under its hood whenever I kissed near her pussy, and there was a growing wet spot on the bed between her thighs. Angie was clearly ready and had been for a long time.

My penis was throbbing. Its head was dark red, and pre-cum had left a trail down the shaft. My balls were aching, and I could feel my heart pounding in them. I slowly moved up Angie’s body until I had my mouth against hers. My hands were rubbing her breasts and hard nipples through the fabric of her negligee. My penis was pressing against her hymen.

I kissed her passionately and gently rubbed her rigid nipples. I could feel her wet pussy as she moved her hips. “Whenever you decide. It’s up to you.” I said.

Angie rocked back on her hips. “Now! I can’t stand any more waiting!” And she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me against her breasts. We stared directly into each other’s eyes. I gently pressed my penis between her labia until they allowed me to slide in. She was incredibly eager and wet, and I gently slipped in until I felt resistance. I kissed her and then we looked into each other’s faces for several more seconds. She smiled, radiating love. “We’ve waited long enough! I want all of you!” She whispered.

I pushed and her maidenhead immediately gave way, and I went a couple of inches into her. Angie flinched and let out a little cry, “OW!” and then I began to move in and out of her, gradually going deeper. She was extremely tight, hot, and slippery. Before I could get all the way into her, Angie erupted into orgasm. “OOOH! OOOOH! OOOOOOOOOH!” I watched her face as her first orgasm as a woman began and then consumed her.

She dug her fingers into my back until it hurt. She held me inside her until her climax subsided.

“Angie! Watch!”

Angie sat up and looked down her body. I began to slowly move my penis in and out of her. I could feel her vagina expanding and contracting as I did so. My penis glistened with her juices. I couldn’t see any blood. “I can’t believe how that feels! I can feel you all the way inside me! I want to watch as you do it some more!” She was so delighted she laughed. Everything was fun to her!

I moved faster, then stopped all the way inside her.”Oh Don! Oh Don! OH! OH!” Angie cried and she lay back on the bed.

I began to move again, this time twisting against her clitoris when I was fully inside her, and she climaxed again. “OOOH! DONNN! AAAAH! EEEEAYYY!”

“God! Ohmigod! Oh! God!” She moaned after she recovered. Twice more I brought her to orgasm but then my own tension was too much to handle. I felt my penis swelling, and I shot pulse after pulse of cum into her. Andie grunted with each burst, and when I pressed myself hard against her when I was done, she exploded in yet another climax. This time we both screamed. Her body’s tremors shook the entire bed – and me!

It took a long time for us to come back down. Still joined, I rolled over so that she was lying on top of me. We kissed for several minutes and then we both slipped into sleep, holding each other as close as two people can ever do. I had never experienced such uninhibited, natural, physical and emotional coupling. I was completely swept away by the feelings I felt for Angie. It was as if there had never been anyone before her.

I awoke quickly when I thought I heard something bump loudly in the room. It woke Angie too. We held each other and listened, but there was no further sound. The clock said it was just after 3:00 a.m.. It was dark in our room, with the only illumination coming from the adjoining bathroom. I slipped out of bed and checked around the suite. Nothing. “Must have been our imagination,” I murmured as I got back into bed with Angie?