She fed me that way, teasing me, touching me, grinding her hips against mine, occasionally kissing me, letting her tongue tangle with mine. The sandwich slowly disappeared, my stomach stopped growling, and my alter-ego strived to gain my lunch partner’s attention.
“Are you getting hard for me?” she finally asked, when there could no longer be any doubt about it.
“How could I not?” I responded, pulling her close, while I swallowed the last of my sandwich.
She brushed any last crumbs off my lips, reached back and passed me my glass of water, and after I’d washed down the last remnants, she stood up, still straddling me, her tits right in front of my face. My lips captured the nearest nipple while she peeked out the windows, searching out our companions. She finally drew her nipple out of my mouth and replaced it with her own sensuous lips, giving me a warm, passionate kiss.
“Ok, here’s the deal,” she told me softly, a minute later, “If you just put it in me, but we didn’t really move, then it wouldn’t technically be fucking, would it?” She asked, raising her hips up. She reached for me, and placed me at her tiny opening.
“Technically, no.” I agreed, while I started to lower her onto my cock.
With a couple of inches inside of her, she gasped. “Slowly! You stretch me so tightly, you have to go slow.” I pulled her down a little farther, then worried her tits some more while she got used to being filled.
“Check out if anyone’s headed this way,” she said, gasping as she squirmed to take more of me.
I stood; with her arms and legs wrapped around me, her weight finally finished the job and helped me to fully skewer her. I walked to the window and looked down to the shore, over her shoulder.
“How bad are they being?” she gasped, holding herself tight against me.
I saw that Jill was with Dan, down by the water’s edge. She was sitting behind him, and he was seated between her legs, facing out to the water. She was pressed firmly against his back and looking over his shoulder. “A lot of contact between Jill and Dan, but nothing too naughty,” I told her, lifting her up the full length of my erection, and lowering her slowly. Her slender, small body was a relief to move around, after tossing around huge chunks of lumber all morning. And it was a lot softer against my skin.
“You’re being bad, Alex,” she told me softly, and then kissed me deeply. I could feel her hot pussy clutching at me, pulsing around my cock. “How about the other two? Can you see what your wife is up to?”
I could barely see them out on the platform. “I can’t really tell. They’re on the swimming platform.” I turned sideways, letting her look as well.
“Dammit, I can’t tell either,” she said while I bounced her on my cock a bit.
“Stop Alex, that’s over the line,” she warned me, with just a hint of steel in her voice. “Just stay inside me for a while, please.” She clung to me, and I felt her tensing up on my cock again.
I held her firmly, one hand holding her tight little butt, the other crossing her back. I concentrated on my stiffness, buried so deeply inside of her. I flexed my ass, tightening that muscle just behind my swollen balls, forcing my cock to swell within her, screwing with her from the inside, if I wasn’t allowed to fuck her thoroughly from the outside.