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Truthfully, you couldn’t understand why he chose to hold on to your marriage. He kept assuring you that this trip would be a chance to rekindle your relationship, but then when you are left alone together, he completely ignored you.
Each day when he left for work, you would retire to the pool, enjoying a book and trying to forget about your reality. Well, that was until a black car pulled up and her tall frame stepped from it. She looked like a pin-up from the 1950s. She was an utter dream with her red lips and cream-colored fitted dresses.
You licked your lips when she bent over, leaning into the trunk. She was so beautiful you couldn’t help but stare and watch her take her bags in the cabin. She came back out to the car, a final time to grab her purse, and she glanced up at you. She noticed your staring as you sat by the pool and she gave you a small smile before heading back inside her new temporary residence.
You move to lay on your stomach, looking to get an even tan. The book wasn’t nearly as interesting as the thought of that beautiful woman. Not a thought of your husband passed through your mind. You were too busy thinking about that body. Her legs. That Ass.
A shadow blocked the sun from your book, interrupting you not reading it. “Excuse me.”
You look up and there she is. The sun seems to halo around her and you wondered for a moment if she was an angel towering above you. Your mouth gapes open and you lean up on your elbows to get a better look at her. She is wearing a sheer swimsuit cover but you can easily see her beautiful pale body underneath. Her legs seemed to lead all the way up to heaven.
She noticed you admiring her body and she cleared her throat to gain your attention, “I’m new here. My name is Larissa. Can I sit by you?”
You finally look up to her face and, of course, she is even more beautiful up close. You watch her closely as she takes a seat on the lounge chair next to you. She pulls the swimsuit cover over her head and soon you are leering again.
Larissa folds up her coverup and soon notices you staring once more, “Um, what might your name be?”
You shake your head and push yourself into a sitting position, so you could actually have a polite conversation with this gorgeous woman, “Sorry, I was… distracted. I’m Y/n. I live across the street there. ”
“Lovely. I’m glad to see we will be neighbors.” You watch as her eyes drift from your face down your body. Larissa made it obvious she was staring at your breasts, hips, and legs. You watch as her tongue wets her lips, her gaze returning to meet yours, “So what do you do for fun around here?”
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The next day you began thinking about Larissa as soon as you woke up. Your husband getting ready in the bathroom was an afterthought. Last night was wonderful with her. You had shared a bottle of wine and chatted intimately, getting to know one another. You even spilled the woah’s of your marriage with her and she began sharing the frustrations of her career.
Larissa was initiating contact all evening with her hand touching your arm or leg as she laughed. When she walked you to the door of her cabin, her hand was pressed to the small of your back. She leaned down and whispered in your ear as you left, “I hope we can have even more fun tomorrow.”
You double and triple checked your appearance before you met Larissa out by the pool. She was resting in a pool float when you arrived. Her eyes were covered by large sunglasses and she had one leg resting in the water. Even though it was early in the morning, the temperatures were already soaring. You stared at her from the edge of the pool, licking your lips at the sight of all of her exposed skin.
“Stop staring and get in.” Her words are utterly relaxed but you felt the anxiety shoot through you. She always seemed to catch you when you were staring. Leaving your belongings on a lounge chair, you take a seat at the edge of the pool near Larissa.
You stop yourself from audibly sucking in a breath when she moves her float closer to you, placing a hand on your knee to keep herself close. Her thumb moving gently in circles. You mouth ran dry and you wondered if you were going to be faint. You felt a ache between your legs that you knew you would have to take care of when you went home.
That wasn’t all. Her hand crept higher, stopping about mid thigh and she spoke to you so casually, “You know, I saw this little café when I was driving here. Maybe we could grab lunch there today.”
“Mhmm.” You took and deep breath and leaned back on your hands, trying to ignore how wet you were becoming from her manicured hand that lingered on your leg. The images of Larissa pulling your bathing suit to the side, her fingers dipping in and out of you, perhaps she owned a sex toy she could-
“Y/n, are you even listening to me?” She sat up in her float, moving her other leg off the side so she could face you. She balanced herself with her second hand on your other other thigh. Could you cum without her even touching you sexually?
You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Instead you just choose to nod and hum, feigning like you were paying attention.
“Am I making you nervous?” Her hands moved higher and you felt your pussy throb at how close her long fingers were to your heat. You felt her hands move down again, her fingers grasping your knees and shifting your legs apart. Your breathing was heavy and you glance around, making sure that no one was looking, “I see the way you look at me.”
You glance back down at her and she had slipped off her float, standing in front of you. You had forgotten how tall she actually was. Her hands leave your thighs and she props her head on her hands, her elbows resting between your legs.
She kept going, “Would you like to kiss me?”
Her bottom lip is between her teeth. She slowly releases her lip and her mouth opens ever so slightly and you see her tongue twisting in her mouth, teasing you. You still hadn’t spoken, so she backed off a bit, sliding away from you and backing into the pool, “Maybe you should join me in the water…”
You didn’t have to be told twice. You slid in the pool not caring if it seemed like you were chasing after her.
“Eager are we.” She moved towards you as soon as your body hit the water. Larissa gathered you in her arms and you were pressed against the edge of the pool, her leg coming up between your legs. Her hands wrapped around your middle and your mouth was now a watering at the feeling of her breasts against yours.
“Please…” You could only make out the one word. You wanted her terribly.
Her face moved closer, leaving an inch of space that she expected you to close. You did without hesitation. Her lips were incredibly soft and you were ready to deepen the kiss immediately. You moaned into her mouth and moved your hands to the sides of her head to kiss her deeply.
Truly, you didn’t even know this woman, but you were ready to be on your hands and knees before her. You couldn’t help yourself when you ground your hips down on her thigh. The aching between your legs was becoming unbearable.
Larissa parted the kiss with a delighted hum, “Oh, do you need something from me, baby? Is that silly husband of yours not giving you what you need?”
You take the moment to look up and around the pool again, hoping no one was watching or listening, “I want you… Fuck me, please…”
Her hand slipped between you and she began playing with your clit under the water. Now you began moving your hips against her hand, knowing that it wasn’t going to take much for you to cum. You were on edge just from her touch.
“Can you imagine what I could do to you with that vibrator I have back in my room? I would love to see you writhing on my sheets. Or should I sit on that pretty face?” She growls in your ear, her fingers working even quicker against you. Your hips jerk against her hand in response, knowing your orgasm was drawing near.
“Yes, please… I want all of it… I want all of you…” You gasped, trying to keep yourself quiet. Larissa loved your words and she wanted all of you as well.
You came with a muffled scream, burying yourself into Larissa’s shoulder and keeped your jaw shut to prevent your voice from carrying.
“Perhaps we should continue this at my cabin.” Larissa whispered in your ear as you gripped her tight, still coming down off your orgasm. Once you had this taste of Larissa, you knew you would need more. You wanted to hear her moans. You wanted to feel more of her touch.
That day you skipped lunch and dinner in exchange for eating Larissa. Once you were in her cabin, she closed her bedroom door and pushed you to the bed, stripping you of your bathing suit. She pulled the ties of her bikini and the pieces of fabric went falling to the floor.
Everything about your sex was so unabashed and uninhibited. You basked in the feeling of her body against yours. For the time you were with her, you forgot of your ailing marriage. you could only think of the way her long fingers slid in and out of you or relish in the fact that lipstick stains would cover your body.
She walked you through giving her head. Larissa tasted divine and her moans were even better. You were even proud of yourself when you gave her two orgasms on your first go around. Afterwards, you lay in each other’s arms, basking in the after sex glow when you realized it must be getting late, “What time is it?”
Larissa turned from you, picking up the watch she had discarded onto the nightstand, “Almost 7pm.”
“Oh, dear. My husband is home from work. I have to go.” You gathered your bathing suit and pulled the cold and wet fabric against your body. Next you, wrapped your towel around yourself.
As you dressed yourself, Larissa sat up in bed her words and hands trying to stop you, “Do you really have to? You didn’t go back home until 10 last night…”
“Yes! I don’t need him being suspicious. I already stayed too late.”
Her hand caught the fabric of the towel, pulling you closer to her. You gave in and bent down to give her a final kiss. Larissa smiled and murmured against your lips, “You are covered in my lipstick…”
You gasp and pull yourself from her grasp, heading towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. Larissa tries stopping you once more as you head to the front door, pressing her lips to yours. The old married couple a house down watched you do the walk of shame from Larissa’s cabin. Old Luci and Em rocked in their chairs and smirked as they knew what you had been up to with Larissa.