riveted to the place where she had left him. He seemed afraid to raise his eyes from the chaise, afraid to even acknowledge the luscious woman's presence. She walked over to him and put her gentle hand on his naked shoulder. She felt his young flesh shrink in fear when she touched him. She thought he would jump out of his skin. His eyes shot to hers and then down to the ground, as if he were afraid to even look at her after what he had seen and heard.
'Well, Joey,' she said. 'I suppose you know what I was doing. There's no point in hiding it. Now do you think there's any reason to make a big thing out of it?' she asked firmly.
'My God, Miss Chambers!' the boy almost cried. 'I didn't! I didn't see anything! Really I didn't!'
'Come now, Joey, let's not be silly about this. I was playing with my cunt. You know what a cunt is and you know perfectly well that people like to play with themselves. That goes for women as much as for men like you,' she said, refusing to let the fear in her show through in her voice.
'But I didn't see anything!' the boy cried, acting as if he wanted to run away.
'Of course you did! Don't be ridiculous! The point is that you are not to mention what you saw to anyone. Do you understand?' she asked sharply.
'Yeah. I mean… I guess I do. But..' he stammered.
'And as for what you heard-' she said, interrupted instantly by the boy.
'I didn't hear anything!' he said in a squeaky voice Nil of embarrassment and fear.
'Of course you did, Joey!' she said harshly, making him face her, putting her hand under his chin and forcing his boyishly handsome face upward, forcing his glittering blue eyes to look into hers.
She almost regretted facing the boy now. She felt what seemed like an electric shock through her body when she looked into his clear glittering eyes. She was suddenly seized by a lust so powerful that she could not resist it. She knew that she had to fuck the boy, now or later, but she had to fuck him. It might have been the lingering lust of her recently interrupted diddling that excited her so wildly. Or perhaps it was the way the boy looked at her, a pleading look, a look of tenderness, a look of willingness, too, willingness wrapped up in fear but willingness nonetheless. Whatever the source of her lust, she knew that it was destined to overpower her, destined to enmesh her and her boy in a net of passion, a net from which there would be no escape.
Carol knew in an instant that the boy suddenly realized something of the turn their relationship was destined to take. She felt him recoil from her hungry gaze, recoil in fear. She felt him trying to free himself from her gasp. She held his shoulder firmly.
'Now listen, Joey darling,' Carol said intensely. 'There's no point in denying that you heard me calling your name. Is there?'
The boy shook his head negatively. She thought he was about to break into tears of embarrassment.
'I have no intention of explaining myself to you, They. You must try to forget about this whole matter,' she said in her best businesslike tone of voice. 'Now you go right ahead and take that swim just as if nothing had happened, because, darling, nothing has happened! Nothing of any significance at any rate.'
Even while Carol was speaking harshly to the boy, she felt her mind and soul melting with passion for the innocent young boy. She felt the warmth of his tender throat as she held it, saw the innocence of the boy's blue eyes as he gazed at her, felt his shirtless body close to her, trembling. She was suddenly conscious of her scanty attire, suddenly conscious of the fact that she must seem nearly naked to the poor defenseless nineteen year-old. She was conscious of the way her big tits swelled beneath her skimpy bikini top, which was little more than a wide green ribbon stretched over her luscious jugs. She became conscious, too, of her naked, slightly curved belly, so soft and delicate looking, so rich and smooth. She became conscious of her long lithe naked legs, legs that caught the hot rays of the sun and transmuted them into a light golden glow. And she knew that the boy was as conscious of her body as she was.
Unable to maintain her facade of coolness and strength for another instant, Carol turned abruptly
and went back to the house, barely able to restrain herself from running as fast as her lovely legs could carry her. She looked back over her shoulder and saw that young Joey was doing exactly what she had told him to do. She watched him jump into the pool and disappear in the blue water. She walked over to the bar and sat on a stool, pouring herself a drink for strength. She realized that a drink for strength was something she rarely needed. But this young boy was getting to her in a way she hadn't thought possible. She was burning up with the desire to fuck the kid.
She sat by the bar and watched the boy cavorting in the crystal-clear blue water. She watched the sun glistening on his bare back a he climbed out of the pool again and again and dived off the board. Joey had always wanted to be an Olympic diver. As Carol watched his form as he bounced off the end of the board, she realized that he would probably achieve his goal. But it was not only his diving form that interested her now.
She pound herself another drink, swiveling the stool until she was facing the patio door, crossing her legs and bouncing her foot lightly as she sipped her drink. The alcohol spread a soothing warmth over her, calming her fears, making her feel surer of herself, calming her but having no effect on the heat in her cunt. She watched the boy bouncing up and down on the end of the board and imagined how he would look without his tight red trunks, imagining how his butt would look in the hot summer sun. She felt her cunt twitching as she imagined herself swimming with him, swimming
naked in the light of day. She tried to control herself but to no avail. Her cunt was moistening again, moistening with the passion the young lad inspired in her.
Carol squeezed her legs together, as if by doing so she could control the blazing excitement that continued to build in her snatch. She couldn't help touching her pussy again, dipping her hand between her silken legs while holding her glass with the other. She barely touched her box at first, knowing what would happen if she did. But it was irresistible, this urge to diddle her cunt while she watched the secret object of her affection.
Once again she applied gentle pressure to her cunt mound, making little thrills race around inside her quim. She became more and more bold by the second, tossing her long golden hair behind her, and her cunt growing hot and juicy. Young They had blond hair, too. She might have had a young man like Joey, she thought. As the liquor had its effect on her body, she became increasingly aware of the heat. She wanted to go out and jump into the pool with the boy. It was out of the question now. Or was it?
She stood up and summoned all her strength, downing the last of her drink and casting off the last of her hesitations. She moved with grace and coolness, deciding not to let the boy detect the fears that remained within her. Joey didn't see her come from the house and stand by the pool.
The expression on the boy's handsome face when he climbed the ladder from the pool and looked up to find her standing over him was enough to make Carol suddenly sorry for him. She
had never seen a boy look so shocked and frightened. He froze in position, water running from his long blond hair, cascading over his well-formed young chest. She looked down on him comfortingly.
For Joey it was a moment to remember. Staring up between the long and curvaceous legs of such a beautiful woman as Miss Chambers was enough to give him wet dreams for months. He couldn't help staring at the crotch of her bikini, the bikini that barely covered her cunt. In fact the boy thought her bikini made her look more than naked. The bright-green, gauzy-looking material of her bikini swelled lightly in front of her. He had seen her cunt already that day and the sight of it remained etched on his memory. He wanted to see it again. He had never seen a woman's cunt before, not even his mother's. Some of the guys had told him what their sisters' cunts looked like, although the descriptions hadn't been nearly as interesting as the sight of Miss Chambers' blonde pussy. He was scared shitless, afraid that his interest in her snatch might make itself too obvious to the beautiful woman.
'What's the matter, darling? Aren't you going to ask me to join you? It's terribly hot, you know.' Carol smiled down at him.
'Oh. Suit. Yeah. Wanna swim?' he rasped, his voice catching in his young throat.
'Oh, thank you,' she said. 'I thought you'd never ask.'
The nervous boy backed down the ladder and fell backwards into the pool. Carol jumped in
head-first and swam around for a while, keeping her eye on the boy. He seemed to stay in one place, moving his feet in a station-holding stroke, afraid to join her in the aquatic romp. She swam closer to him.
'How long can you hold your breath, Joey?' she asked, laughing.
Joey shrugged his shoulders.
'Bet I can beat you!' Carol called. 'Come on down!'
Carol went under and hovered just above the floor of the pool. Joey followed her, his eyes trying to avoid the crotch-grabbing beauty of her barely clothed body. Knowing. that she had the kid's attention, even though he was
