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We ordered from a gourmet restaurant that didn’t actually do take out, but made an exception for me based on the tips I gave whoever brought the order to my house. We brought it outside and unpacked the bags and tucked in at my patio set for a meal of chicken and vegetables in a sweet white wine sauce.
Skylar closed her eyes as she savored the first bite. “This is magnificent,” she said, pointing at her plate with her fork.
“Right?” I said. “They never disappoint. Always top-notch food.”
Skylar took another bite and nodded. When she had swallowed, she dabbed her lips with her napkin and rested her hands in her lap. “I don’t mean to pry,” she started. “But are you sure everything was okay this afternoon? You seemed put off by that SUV in the parking lot at the park, and I can’t help but worry that something is wrong.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze. “I don’t want you to worry. Everything is fine. Vegas is a surprisingly small town. I recognized the vehicle and didn’t ever expect to see it somewhere like the park we were at. It was out of character, but it didn’t deserve the reaction I gave it. Don’t think on it any longer. It was nothing.”
Skylar seemed satisfied with my answer as she went in for another bite of food. We cleared our plates relatively quickly and started in on dessert: a chocolate mousse cake that rivaled any other treat in Nevada. Skylar was as impressed with the chocolate delight as she had been with the meal, and by the time we were done, she was leaning back in her seat and patting her belly.
“That was delicious,” she said with a content smile.
“It hit the spot,” I agreed.
Her eyes flicked to the pool and the hot tub. Then she looked back to me. “I haven’t been in a hot tub in years,” she said.
“Really?” I asked, my mind already conjuring up images of her naked body in the glow of the lights beneath the bubbles. “That is something we can quickly rectify.”
Skylar smiled and stood. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“Who needs swimsuits?” I asked, tugging my shirt over my head and undoing my jeans. I grabbed a condom from my pocket before stepping out of them. Soon, I was only in my boxers. Skylar covered her mouth and giggled.
“You can go in naked or in your underwear,” I told her, giving her my very best devil may care grin as I made my way to the edge of the tub.
I turned my back to her and pulled my boxers off before rolling the condom on. She was still giggling playfully behind me as I slid into the water and pressed the button at the edge to start the jets. “Come on,” I said, turning back to her. “I’m lonely already.”
Skylar was still wearing the jeans I had bought for her for the ride on the bike. She was barefoot and in nothing but the same white tank top she had worn the night before. She looked beautiful, as always, as she came to stand above me at the edge of the hot tub. Dipping a toe in, she drew her hair over one shoulder.
Then her hands fell to her waist where she popped open the button of the jeans and unzipped the fly. I watched, transfixed by every movement she made, as she began wiggling her hips and pulling the jeans down her legs. Her thigh muscles appeared and disappeared as she stepped out of the jeans.
The top came off next. Now she stood above me in nothing but her pink panties and matching bra. The turquoise glow of the water lit her skin and made her look ethereal, mystical. Her long curtain of dark glittering hair only added to the fantasy.
Her hands went behind her back, and she unclipped her bra. It fell on top of her jeans. Soon, her panties joined the pile of discarded clothes, and she stood naked and proud before me.
“What are you trying to do to me, woman?” I asked her, my voice low and mingling with the sound of the bubbling water.
She performed a little turn for me, arching her spine and stopping with her back to me. She bent forward just a little, giving me a magnificent view of her. Blood rushed to my cock and my head. She was going to be the death of me. I was sure of it.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder again, and it fell down her back to graze the top of her ass, just above her back dimples.
“Get in here,” I growled, splashing her calves and the back of her thighs.
She giggled and turned back to me, breasts bouncing and nipples going hard in the night air.
“What if I don’t?” she teased, tracing her fingers up her sides until she was squeezing her own tits in her hands.
“Then I’m going to get out, and I’m going to ravage you right here on one of those loungers,” I said, pointing with my chin to one of the cushioned chairs behind her.
“And if I do?”
“Come in and find out,” I said.
Skylar moved to the edge of the tub and sat down on its ledge. She was in the water up to her knees as I went to her. She watched me as I pushed her legs apart and encouraged her to come closer. She perched herself right on the cusp of the wall of the tub.
Her pussy was on display, smooth and glistening with juices. I couldn’t stop from reaching out to feel her. She spread her legs even wider for me and watched as I traced her clit with a wandering finger, which I eventually slipped inside her.
She sucked in a breath, and I felt her walls tighten around my finger. I watched her eyes as I massaged her channel. I stroked her until she let her head hang back and her hair grazed the concrete.
Then I leaned in and tasted her. She was sweet. I flicked my tongue over her clit and eased a finger back inside her. I curled that finger upward until it was pressed against her G-spot. Then, with quick come-hither motions, I fucked her.
Her breathless sighs became moans as I worked her over. Her muscles tightened and relaxed around me as I brought her to the brink of an orgasm. When the tightness held for five seconds, I knew she was going to come.
I pulled my finger out and drew her clit between my lips, suckling and teasing as she came. I lapped at her juices as she sighed my name.
Then I took her hips and pulled her into the water with me.