Chapter 11

Just after Mandy disappeared inside her house, I flashed a wave as Charles raced past. With my shoulders drooping, I went home and wandered around, cleaning the dishes, making the bed, and straightening the same things over and over. Every time I caught a whiff of Mandy's lingering perfume or the haunting sweet scent of her arousal, wriggling shivers slid through me. All day long, my mind whirled with what I'd done, what she'd done, and what had happened between us.

The next morning, I stumbled through my regular workout, time and again catching myself glancing at Mandy's house; just hoping for a glimpse of her. Once finished, as I showered, I stared at Debbie's shampoo, soap and that silly, but oh so special, little pink sponge ball. With both my heart hurting, and blood engorging my rod, I wanted Mandy back. All of her.

Ditto for the following day. And the next.

As I sipped coffee and gazed at Mandy's empty backyard, my heart ground, like a machine missing its key component. Besides that pain I hadn't felt in a long, long time, I'd not been this anxious since Debbie. Although my brain knew that, with Charles at home, Mandy couldn't merely saunter over and spend the night. The ache only strengthened. However, she hadn't waved or done—anything. 'Anything.' I swallowed a chuckle. Heck, I hadn't spotted her in over a week. Not even in passing, which meant she was hiding from me. Yeh, I could've walked over, and I probably should've gotten her phone number, but...

But Free Will. I wouldn't jeopardize hers. If there was one thing I knew, free will was far too valuable. Seeing Kali had reminded me of that. As much as the alabaster beauty's haunted eyes might indicate, she was nothing more than what the Baron wished.

Hell, Mi had to run from her home court to find happiness. Sometimes, you must escape. Or stay. Perhaps Mandy had tasted something much too enticing; she'd chosen to keep away. Remain ... safer. In her quieter, normal, and pre-Jim life.

Especially once she'd seen Debbie's toys. Or had I simply pushed her too far? Had she done things she now regretted?

No matter what ... I sighed and scratched my stubbly chin. In a bizarre way, it felt good to be concerned about somebody other than myself for a change. Even if I'd lost Mandy to her much safer husband. And a far more secure life. With my shoulders sagging, I turned from my window and once again exhaled; I could worry from afar, just as well as love.

The following day, I resolved to move forward. Gritting my teeth and yawning as I slapped off the alarm, I stared at the ceiling. Yep, today I'd take my 'reignited' ass and find somebody far less complicated. Somehow. Somewhere farther away than the neighboring house. It was time to call Lucy. Let her off the leash to set me up with one of her friends.

Yep, I had a plan.

Until I inhaled.

The scent of Debbie's shampoo and soap, as well as the faint aromas of Mandy's sweat and nerve-tingling juices, sent my heart spinning. For a second, I wavered. No. That's in the past. And I didn't live in the past; it haunted me enough. I must drown that out. She'd made her choice. That expression; Mandy was conflicted. Charles ... Charles was her husband. They had a child. A family together. A life. With a growl, I rubbed my eyes and threw off the covers before leaping into my running gear.

With clenched teeth, as I pushed any thought of her from my mind, again and again, I tore through my route; racing the dark broken trails through the fog-shrouded hills. Once home, I left the pool in a white-tipped lather before an extra lengthy weight routine, this time while facing away from Mandy's. At last, huffing for air, I skipped the hot tub and staggered into the shower. Now, my heart was not alone anymore, every Gods-cursed muscle ached. After catching Charles depart, I sighed. I could go over and simply ask her.

No. Free will.

Yet, a single whiff of Debbie's shampoo and one glance at the pink sponge ... Mandy was right there with me, sliding against the tile. Against me. Around me. So wet. So hungry. Her little whimpers. The soft cries as she thrust her slick pelvis. The beating of her heart, racing. Toned legs pumping faster while she clenched my shaft as hard as she could.

And, oh, Gods ... Her bottomless, gleaming electric blue eyes, their mischievous sparkling in the morning sun. Or the way her dark hair swayed as she'd danced for me, alone. My hard-on ached with need; blue balls heavy—for her. But also ... My soul sobbed. Fucking sobbed.

As I strode to the faux balcony, I glanced down at her bathroom window; the curtains were tight. I swallowed. No audience. Fine. A sacrifice then. After flinging open the doors, I pressed some lube into my hands. While grinning at the closed curtains, I smeared my palms together as my heartbeat raced.

If not Mandy, then at least the Gods would be entertained, and I needed relief. If I was going to talk with Lucy later ... Gods above, she would rev me even higher. As my fingers glided upwards, a shudder built in my back. With my gaze locked on the window below, I moved my legs apart and drove the warm oil along my throbbing ridges. Each swirling squeeze pulling a moan from deep inside my lonely, suffering core.

Her eyes—sparkling. Her compact little butt, the shower spray sheeting from it as she shuddered. The glistening water dribbling from her upturned open lips as she moaned. Her tightness; so alive.

"Oh, oh, oh," dribbled from me as I lurched forward, my hands racing. Droplets of oil and the first long whipping tendril of pre-cum flew from me to twinkle in the morning light.

Her smile. Oh, god, the way she'd just let my cum roll over her chin.

"Oh, fuck!" At the rolling, massive gush of relief, I bucked and shuddered as my rod surged, flinging a torquing ribbon of gleaming white far across the side yard.

Even as it spun towards the grass below, I rocked forward and launched another. The curtain shifted. A brief shadow. A muted whimper. As one more jet of relief twirled free of my lurching tip, I flashed a smile. Another muffled cry and a flash of dark behind the window. With the smile taut on my face, I drew the last thick, milky syrup from my draining, shrinking pole. As it spattered to the ground, the outline faded from view.

Yet, still, she didn't come over. Or call.

But I didn't call Lucy, either.

The day wore on and, just as I was moping into my second glass of whiskey, the phone rang. After glimpsing the number, I cursed under my breath.

"Hey Jim." Gary's voice was strained.

"What's going on?"

"You're not gonna like it."

"Whenever you call me on the work line, or without Lucy's loud panting in the background, I know I'm not gonna like whatever you're about to say."

"She does miss you; you know." Gary chuckled.

"Well?"

"Soon, maybe. You wreck my woman, every damned time." His chuckle became a full-blown laugh.

For the first time in days, I smiled and joined in. "She's the one who wrecks me. The horny little beast."

Except my laughter hitched at the echo of Mandy's playful giggle. My eyes flashed in the direction of the little tease's home. So close. I should simply walk over ... After a sigh, I took a hefty draft and whipped my head back and forth to clear her from it.

It didn't work.

"Alright, tell me," I said, staring at the swirling amber fluid in my glass.

"The were—"

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeh, I told you." His voice had become serious, anxious.

"Okay, alright. What's happening with the doggies?" Another exhale slipped from me as Gary spoke.

"Luka's feeling slighted. Says some others are moving into The Dusk Pride territory."

"So? Why do I give a shit?" Even as I spoke, of course, I already knew what Gary was going to say next. What they all said—every single time.

"Because..." He paused, and there was heavy breathing for a long second before he added. "Because you're the only one they trust."

Living a bazillion years made you an anomaly not just to regular humans, but the freaky edges of the more, or less, than human humans. Mostly less. The Baron came to mind. And Luka, leader of The Dusk Pride, one of the dominant packs, or clans, or tribes, or whatever. Their titles depended on the part of weirdo-land from which they wandered.

Of course, there were more were variants than wolves, but they were the most problematic with their incessant territorial squabbling.

"Sir, he wants you to visit." As I sighed, Gary smacked his lips.

"That's not how it works." I managed a chuckle even as I was already figuring my schedule. "Luka knows better.

"But, sir ... Uh, sorry, Jim." Whenever Gary started calling me 'sir,' he was stressed. "He's, um, really nervous. He was full-on whining. I mean—like Lucy, you wreck her."

"Luka knows I don't work for money." I smiled before gulping the last of my whiskey and sauntering to the bar for a refill. "Besides, has he asked her about this?"

"Dunno." A chuckle left Gary. "But based on his reaction, when I mentioned Lisandra, I doubt it."

Yeh, I also doubted it. His wife was quite talented and, in her sexy beast mode, a hell of a lot of fun. We had a thing going back—a long time. And Luka was well aware of it.

The bottle shook in my hands as my breath hitched. My heart stuttered. Would Mandy understand? Of course, Debbie never cared; she'd had plenty of her own entertainment. Besides, Mandy had good old Charles. I'm sure he was riding her when she wasn't with me. If not, there were some serious issues with that man.

"Tell him." I paused to gulp the fresh whiskey before adding. "Send Lisandra, and I will help. Otherwise, good luck with their happy little turf war."

"Jim, you can't walk away from this. I mean, a lot of innocent folks—"

"I'm not gonna walk away. You know me better. But that asshole ... He'll never figure that out. At least, he hasn't in how long?"

"She's that good?"

"Yes. Yes, she is. Don't tell Lucy."

"Oh, no worries 'bout that, sir." He laughed, a deep guffaw that echoed from the speaker. "I wouldn't have a clue how to explain it."

"Contact me when he answers. I'll pass when and where I will expect his wife."

"Yes, sir." When he caught my sigh, he added. "I mean, Jim."

"Good night, Gary."

"G'night ... Jim."

After tugging on a swimsuit, I walked outside, swirling the whiskey, and slapped sunglasses onto my nose. With a long sigh, I flashed a maudlin glance at Mandy's house...

As my eyebrows shot upwards, my heart stuttered, and a groan slipped through my lips. Two things. One, Charles was sitting on a lounger while Mandy lay flat on another beyond him. Two, Mandy was in a tiny yellow two-piece swimsuit.

That outfit was for me. Gone were her conservative suits. She wore that suit for me, in front of her husband. In the late afternoon sun, her body glistened. The memories of her sleek, warm skin under my fingertips sent tremors along my spine.

When Charles caught sight of me, I waved as I headed for my pool to lounge around and, not gonna lie, scope out his wife. At first, Charles waved back before looking down at his wife and gesturing me over. As my brow furled, he put his finger to his lips and once more waved for me to approach. Okay, this was weird.

"Hey there, Jim," Charles whispered once I'd sauntered closer. "Good morning. Mandy is sleeping. She's been a bit under the weather since I got back. Was she okay while you were here?"

"Yeh, she was just fine."

"Would you mind helping me out?" Charles licked his lips and waved to the chaise lounge chair on the other side of his wife.

With a shrug, I sat on the lounger. As I scanned Mandy, 'asleep' though I caught her nipples stiffening under the thin yellow material, I held in a chuckle. The little minx. As Charles flicked his eyes to the trees, I shifted my shorts. The view, combined with the wafting scent of Mandy's glittering suntan lotion and fruity shampoo ... Well, something else was stiffening.

"You ... uh, seem to be or were involved in security," he said after returning to me.

"Sorta, yeh. What's up?"

"Well, I've gotta give a presentation on our new offices. How to protect against workplace violence or ... Well, worse things."

"Okay."

"Can I run some thoughts by you?"

"Sure, go ahead."

As usual for him, Charles began a very long-winded, overly descriptive account of his concerns and his limited planning to date. Behind my dark glasses, I listened while inspecting every enticing inch of Mandy's tight, scantily clad body. This close, I wanted her even more. My faint handprints marked her glistening, slender hips.

Oh. Oh, my. With a quick flick of my tongue, I hid another chuckle; I had a new game we could play, little tease. As her long, crimson fingernails twitched, her breath hitched, and she rolled her shiny lips.

Had she heard my thoughts?

After raising my eyebrow, I once more scanned her before swallowing a laugh. As Charles described a new facility, I watched him over the rim of my glass.

"Sorry, man." Charles halted in mid-sentence as I swung my legs down to sit across from him; his wife lay between us. "Look, I'm a visual person."

Without warning, I placed my finger on Mandy's flat belly. A slight shiver raced under my fingertip, but I looked at him while outlining several squares in the sweat and oil covering her hard, rippling stomach muscles.

"So, these are the main offices?"

"Yeh." He nodded and focused on my digit as I moved it further.

"And this, up here, is the parking area?" I swept my finger onto Mandy's chest, tracing a box that ran upwards over one now prominent nipple, across her chest, and then down over her other sharp peak. Charles followed my hand, but he wasn't seeing his wife; he was imagining the plot plan of the facility he'd described. When I was done, he nodded.

"So, where are the executive buildings?"

Charles pointed below Mandy's stomach.

"Here?" After lifting my finger, I tapped it on her bikini bottom. The tiniest huff of air sped from Mandy's now ever so slightly parted lips.

"Yeh, they extend out from the main building," he replied.

"Like this?" After another sip, I dragged my fingertip in a rectangle over her bikini-covered mound, catching her waistband with my gliding nail. When it flicked into place, a second puff of air slipped from her. How Charles didn't notice, I've no idea.

"And where's the big man sit? The boss?"

Charles pointed beyond the executive offices.

"Here?" I tapped on Mandy's little bud.

Already hard, it throbbed under my fingertip. While holding in a laugh, I drummed on it while appearing to ponder the glinting trails I'd scrawled across Mandy's glossy frame. With each soft rap, Mandy's eyelashes flickered. After leaning back, I took my digit away.

Now much more prominent, her engorged clitoris was a sharp-sided yellow hill in her bottoms. When Charles began describing the approach route, I almost lost it; Mandy's eyelashes fluttered as my finger hovered over her.

With a nod, I glanced at him and furrowed my brow.

"Okay, so let me get this right." After a sip, I again leaned in to place my fingertip atop Mandy's knee. "There's only one road in. Here." When Charles nodded, I moved my finger. "And it winds all the way to the main parking areas."

While Charles continued to nod, I trailed it up Mandy's inner thigh, pulling another swift huff of air from her. With my sunglasses on, my eyes flicked between him and his wife's shivering skin as I ran my fingertip along the side of her crotch and over her shiny stomach. After a long swerve upwards, drawing the edge of her bikini top with my nail, I nudged into one hard nipple before finally coming to rest, tapping her chest under her 'sleeping' chin.

"Yeh, I can help with this," I said, after taking another sip to cover my swallowed chuckle; Mandy's lower lip tremored.

"Oh, thanks Jim. I mean it. Anything you need, you've got."

"Anything?" I asked, trying to tamp the excitement in my voice. When he'd said that, my eyes widened. Did he know? How much his wife desired 'anything?'

"Anything, man." With a grin on his face, Charles slapped both his knees and rocked back.

"Alright, send me the plans." While I finished my whiskey and returned his grin, I leaned closer and once more traced all the shiny trails and boxes atop Mandy's body. With a chuckle, I lifted my hand before adding. "I really don't think I can keep drawing on your wife."

At first, Charles nodded, then his eyes widened as he tracked the glossy markings winding over most of Mandy. His mouth opened to speak, but he chuckled and flashed an embarrassed grin.

When Charles's phone pinged, he jolted and glanced at it before flicking his gaze to 'sleeping' Mandy. While he tapped in a brief text, his wife took the opportunity to 'awaken;' yawning, arching off the chaise lounge to thrust her perky cones skyward, before stretching her shaking arms.

"Sorry, dear," Charles, eyebrows scrunched, muttered while gazing at his phone.

"Oh, hey there, Jim." The little tease flashed me the most wide-eyed, innocent smile before adding. "How long've you been here?"

Not waiting for my reply, she turned to Charles. "Sweetie, I'm gonna go in and make some lemonade, okay?"

"Sure, dear," he replied without looking up as his fingers flew over the touchpad.

With that impish grin and twinkle in her molten azure eyes, Mandy placed her hand on my shoulder, squeezing her nails into me as she stumbled to her feet. This close, the wet spot in her bottoms was prominent beneath the hard yellow hill, and, as I inhaled, her intoxicating arousal sent shivers along my spine and deep into my root.

After another long squeeze of my shoulder, Mandy took her shiny little frame towards the house. With Charles engrossed in his phone, I tracked every not-so-subtle motion as she sashayed her compact butt inside; her inner thighs glistened with trickles. She knew I was watching.

By the time Charles looked up, I'd shifted to stare at the woods beyond the pool with a smile on my face. Of course, she'd known I'd watch her walk. The little tease had played along with another of my games. One more step on her personal road to 'anything.'

When he started talking again, describing his plan and the plausible options he'd present to the company leadership, I turned and nodded. Though every iota of my being was laser focused on twenty yards behind us; inside his house. At the ping of one more text, I gestured to the bathroom door.

"Hey, Charles. Can I, uh, use your restroom? Whiskey in, whiskey out."

"Sure, help yourself," he managed a quick reply before leaning to type a response.

No sooner did I step into the bathroom than I locked the door behind me and strode into the house, down the hall, and into the kitchen. At my footfalls, Mandy looked up from where she was making fresh lemonade on the counter. Her eyes widened as I walked closer.

"Did you really just use me like a white board?" She flashed a mock stern look before emitting one of her cute giggles.

"Aw, did I get you all horny?" With a grin, I halted beside her, so close her body heat sluiced over me in searing waves.

"Your naughty little slut is..." Mandy glanced past me at Charles' bowed head outside before returning to me. "So very horny."

"Hmm, what to do?" As I ran my hands along the sun-heated skin of her soft flanks, she shuddered.

"Well..." Mandy paused, blue pools igniting, and bit deep into her lower lip while raising her fingers to the bikini top. As she tugged it aside, releasing one bouncing cone, she added. "You could ... Uh, you could fuck me."

Whatever had happened to the conflict behind her eyes, Gods, she was hot.

"What? Now? Here?" With mock indignation, I swept my hand over my forehead. "Your husband is right there, you naughty little slut!"

"Please, Jim." Her nails pinched the exposed rubbery stem, sending a tremor through her as her glossy lips pulled apart. "Please—I need you."

It was time for another game. "No."

"No?" As her fingertips released her nipple, Mandy's eyebrows raised.

"Give me your bottoms." After extending my upturned hand, I wagged my fingers.

With a swift intake of air, Mandy rolled and flung her bikini down her legs. After a quick bend to retrieve them from her foot, she splatted the soaking yellow ball of material in my palm. My nostrils tickled with the pungent aroma of her sex. With a brief smile, I placed them on the counter next to the shiny silver drink tray.

"Now, pull down my shorts."

With another huff, Mandy's shaking fingers tore into my waistband and struggled to get a grip before at last driving them to the tiled floor. Cool air-conditioning slithered over my aching mast as it wavered between us. Her eyes found and locked onto a long trail of dribbling pre-cum descending from my throbbing bulb. Yeh, I wanted her again. And as her tongue flicked over her shiny lips; Mandy craved me.

"You shouldn't have wasted it," she said as her fingers wrapped around my shaft. She swallowed as it lurched in her gentle grip. "I—I'm sorry, Jim. I should've, but..."

When her eyes flashed to me before scanning her husband's tilted head, she was about to add more, but closed her trembling lips. Okay, I could wait for that answer.

But right then, I needed her. And, as a shudder wrinkled through her when I gripped her waist, Mandy craved me as well.

With a grunt, I lifted her into the air; her legs flung themselves around my hips as one wiry arm encircled my neck. The other was between us, her fist stroking my rod as she raised along my chest. Once her shaking legs clenched me, I cradled her little rear in my hands and smiled. She pushed my bulb upwards. Silky. Molten velvet dribbled warmth over my shaft as she placed me against her inner gate. After slipping, her entire body pulsed when my tip spread the tight ring.

"Your turn." I loosened my grip on her behind. "You. Fuck. Me."

Rolling her lips and nails clawing at my shoulder, Mandy was beyond ready when my hands fell away. With a growling moan, she drove herself downwards, taking me into her in one long, shuddering motion. My palms glided along her descending ribs. Her eyes flashed. She'd stiffened since last time. When she ground to a halt on my swollen ridges, gouging her soft, warm, fleshy walls, she whimpered, and I arched my head upwards to moan.

"Gods, you're so tight." My fingers raked her flanks. I pulled my gaze from the ceiling to her, but, once again, she hadn't noticed my use of 'Gods.' Or didn't care.

"You're simply too big for little old me." With an impish grin, she began to corkscrew herself further downwards; her mouth and eyes widening as both sets of shaking clawed nails dug into me.

With several slow twists of her ribcage, I helped shift her frame until she was fully impaled. At first her mouth opened as if she was about to speak, but her eyes bulged, her jaw dropped and she flung her lips onto mine just as a massive convulsion ripped through her. Her muted cry reverberated around our tongues as they danced together.

Even as that initial wave trailed off, Mandy drove herself upwards, the remaining half of her bikini top rolling against my chest while her bare nipple seared me. Soon, as we kissed, engulfed in her swaying, dark tresses, her flexing thighs pumped her pelvis. As she rode me, Mandy smelled of lust, and heat, and everything I ever wanted in my life.

Just as I shifted my hands to support her faster pumping, Mandy ripped her lips from mine to stare into my face. With her open lower jaw trembling, her nails sank into my shoulders as she froze. At first, her insides pulsated, before her head slapped to my chest as her entire frame—vibrated. With her legs shaking, I cradled her head and clamped my other hand across her quavering spine.

"That's it, baby." As my fingers tightened, I murmured into her hair. "Let it out. Come for me, Mandy."

With a groan, she pressed her lips to my bare skin and blasted a muffled, bubbly cry into me as her inner walls drummed along my embedded shaft. With another wet scream, her pelvis jackhammered me, racing up and down while wave after wave of warmth sputtered from her to drain over my swinging balls.

When her legs slipped, I spun and lowered her to the counter. As she peeled from me, her shaking fingers dragging down my chest, she gaped. After a hasty glance to check Charles was still on his phone, I flashed her wide-eyed visage a smile and gripped her slim hips.

"Oh, now that's nice." I glanced down as I pulled her tight red ring outwards over my glistening ridges before returning to Mandy's crimson face. "Who are you?"

"Your—" Fingernails clawing at my chest, Mandy arched upwards as my bulbous rim found her special spot. After several rapid huffing breaths, she continued— "naughty little slut—Jim."

"Yes, you are." As she drifted one hand downwards until her gentle fingers gripped my root, I swallowed. "I want to keep you, Mandy."

Gleaming, her blue eyes flicked to mine. When they rolled to her husband, for a brief second, she paused. My breath caught in my throat. As I held her steady, her tight, sensitive inner walls pulsated around my swollen tip. At that moment, if she'd returned to me and told me I couldn't keep her ... I don't know what I would've done. Although, I wouldn't have called Lucy. And my life would have spiraled to—a bad place, once more. Free will.

However, Mandy pulled her gliding fingers along my glossy, dripping shaft, while her other hand wound its way to her jiggling chest. The bikini top was nothing more than twisted yellow material draped beneath her tensing neck. As her fingertips wandered between her cones, pinching their sharp nipples, her glossy lips parted. Those bottomless, twinkling blue eyes turned from Charles to me.

That impish grin returned.

"Keep little old me, big, bad Jim?" When her nails rolled one sharp stem, she moaned before adding. "Whatever for?"

"For this." While chuckling, I rocked back and forth, torturing her little secret spot; driving rapid huffing breaths from her. Soon enough, moan after long anguished moan fled her while she yanked and twisted her little stem. As her fluttering eyes begged, her clawed hand tugged on my shaft; trying to pull me further into her.

"God, Jim! Please!" With a tremor rippling through her, she gripped my root. "I need—you."

With a grin at her widening eyes, I shoved into her, pushing her hand down my rod, splashing her warm fluids over both of us when our bodies slapped together. Her eyes rolled into her head as I sped, stroking her rocking frame. With her clenching my racing pole, sending shivers through me, I gulped. "And I'll give you anything. Anything you desire."

"Use me, Jim. Make me yours." After a swift nod, she managed to focus on me once more before adding. "I want to be yours."

When a cry tore from her as her insides pummeled me and a wave rippled through her, she yanked her hand from her bouncing little tit to her mouth. As soon as another shudder passed, she added with a tired grin. "I'm so bad. So naughty, only for my ... For my Jim."

"Yes." I stroked deep, driving her slick back along the counter as her trembling fingers raked through her sweeping hair. "You are—so fucking naughty."

With a grunt, my entire body shuddered as I clasped her pelvis tight to mine. As my rod jerked within her, Mandy's eyelids flew apart. Bubbly spittle burst from her fist as another muffled scream ripped free of her writhing, shaking body. While her pussy walls fluttered alongside it, my rod spasmed, flinging the first splash into her.

"So fucking naughty..." As waves of relief sent me shuddering against her, I clamped Mandy's swinging hips while I pumped. "My little slut."

Even as I bucked and flooded her, she raised one trembling hand to drag her fingertips along my cheek. Her eyes twinkled at me from above her shiny fist until at last she lowered it. With a tired grin on her face, broken only by a wince when another rippling convulsion raced through her, she swallowed.

"Your little slut." Mandy's voice was low as her tracing fingers found my quivering lips. "Your naughty, naughty, little slut."

With me draining into her, our eyes held for a long time. While her shaking hands stroked my ribs, Mandy's little frame wriggled with aftershocks. So many words passed between us in that silent moment. So many. With a final shudder, I stepped from Mandy and snatched a towel to catch the juices that flowed from our union. After lifting her from the counter and placing her on her wobbly feet, she stared up at me, her still trembling palms drifting along my flanks.

"I like this, Jim. Whatever we're doing..." Her gleaming eyes drifted to the back of her husband's head before returning to me. Although that tiny haze of conflict reappeared, it zipped from her azure pools. "Or why. I like this. I want this. You. I want you, too."

"My Mandy." With a smile, I tugged her crinkled top into place, pulling a swift inhale from her before scooping her crumpled bottoms from the counter and placing them in her shaking palm.

As she slipped her bikini back on, her brilliant blue eyes remained on mine while I lifted my trunks. Once more dressed, I stood, arms tense at my side as she swayed; her fingers twitched along her quivering thighs. The universe stutter stepped as she slid her tongue over her lips. The intense gleam in her eyes said the same thing as I felt; if we'd kissed again, we'd once more end up naked.

With a swift nod at her and a glance at Charles, I returned to the bathroom. Behind me, Mandy's long sigh echoed through the house.

When I strode outside, Charles looked up.

"Sorry." I flashed an embarrassed grin. "I, uh, had to go number two." I nodded at the pool's rippling surface. "Can I?"

"Sure."

Rather than use the broad steps, I launched into a long shallow dive, letting the crystal clear water chill my frame. Once I resurfaced, I sighed and paddled towards the pool edge nearest Charles. As I dragged my fingers through my sopping hair, my heart hammered at the sound of the door opening. Wrapped in a towel around her waist, Mandy stepped from the house with the tray of lemonade. The ice cubes in the glasses sparkled in the sun while she handed one to Charles, then approached me. How her husband didn't detect the faint scent of the pearlescent trickles escaping down her quavering legs ... But I noticed.

With her lips pursed and her jaw trembling, she kneeled sideways and placed a glass down before me.

"Still horny?" I ran a finger along her bent calf; a tremor arced through her.

Eyes sparkling, Mandy nodded. When I raised my eyebrows, she bit her lower lip before flashing a glance over her shoulder at Charles. His fingers were tapping his phone.

"Your naughty, naughty little slut is so fucking horny right now ... Jim," she whispered.

"Good," I replied with a smile as I sipped, thinking she would go to her husband and pout.

Instead, she put the tray on the concrete, straightened while watching Charles and headed for the steps. After sliding from the towel in one graceful motion, she dropped into the pool and glided to the wall next to me. With her gleaming blue eyes fixed on me, she lifted her glass from the tray and sipped.

Wow! Just wow. Yeh, the little tease liked to play—dangerously.

When Charles looked up, he locked his gaze on me. After a hasty glance at his wife, now leaning on her shaking arms, he returned to his phone before looking at me once more.

"Hey Jim. So how would you..."

As Charles asked a string of follow-up questions on his office security concept, I provided answers. While nodding, he would type, then read the response before reading and asking another. It was obvious that he was passing my replies to somebody who was then providing more questions.

Since this looked to be awhile, when Charles leaned to write a long reply I'd given him, I settled my fingers on Mandy's back. All she did was roll her head to gaze at me as she lay atop her crossed arms. Hidden beneath her swirling dark tresses, only I could see her slitted eyes. They flashed when I untied and tugged the yellow material from her.

After placing her top in my swim trunks' pocket, I caught Charles looking over to ask the next question. Now, as I talked with him, I slid my hand under her to find her sharp little peaks. Whimper after whimper slipped from her ever wider lips as my fingers pinched and rolled her hard nipples. When Charles turned away to type, I leaned closer to Mandy.

"Entertain me, naughty little slut," I whispered. "Play with yourself."

Before she could do more than muffle a soft yelp in her arm, I yanked her bottoms away. After also shoving them in my pocket, I swept from her to the steps. With my back to her, I scooped up her towel and strode to my lounger, using it to dry myself.

After sitting, I continued to talk with Charles. Each time he bent to type, I glanced at the pool. Flushed, Mandy's wide-eyed face trembled as her shoulder moved ever so slowly. Whenever I smiled, her eyes blazed at me. It wasn't long before her arm pumped quicker and quicker until, just as Charles looked at me, she shuddered and collapsed against the wall, her shaking, spit-shiny fist buried in her mouth.

Gods above, the little minx was fun.

"My turn." Charles stood with a tight grin and headed to the bathroom.

As he walked, absorbed in his phone, he missed his wife still writhing in the pool. When I blinked, she'd disappeared from view; a muffled scream burbled from the depths just after Charles tugged the door closed. When her bright crimson face surfaced, framed in plastered black hair, I grinned and gave her a golf clap.

With a grin that became a grimace as a shudder wormed through her, Mandy rose up the steps from the pool; her squeaking fingers white-knuckled as they slid up the shiny metal handrail. As her tight little frame dribbled streams of water, she made her way closer.

"Entertained, big, bad Jim?" Her eyes flashed as she glided one finger upwards through her slit.

Rather than answer, when Mandy stood motionless before me, rivulets dripping from her perky little tits and racing down her shaking frame, I ran my hands up her thighs. A long moan tore from her to echo across the pool deck; her eyes flew to the bathroom door before coming back to me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am your naughty little slut, Jim."

"Yes. Yes you are. So very naughty." I leaned in to settle my lips on her roiling stomach muscles. Another moan pulled from her as I kissed her wet, sparkling skin. With a smile I pulled away and added. "And ... And you are also absolutely stunning, my Mandy."

As Mandy somehow flushed even more crimson, I placed the towel in her quivering palm. She had just run it over herself and tied it taut to her trembling frame when the bathroom door tugged open. After a quick wave at her husband, she went to her lounger and lay on her stomach.

Phone still in his hand, Charles sat. He made no comment and didn't appear to even notice the missing straps of his wife's top. After a long sip of lemonade, he once more tossed questions at me.

There was just enough time for one more little game before I'd have to head home to review evening reports. With a grin, once he'd stopped, I flung a question at him.

"So, this is the nearest police station?" I tapped on the glistening water droplets between Mandy's toned shoulder blades.

With Mandy's head on her arms, her face was turned towards me. As its loose drying strands fluttered in the gentle breeze, her thick black hair hid her from Charles. Though her lips rolled at my touch, she kept her eyes closed, once more pretending to nap.

"And this road is the only route?" I dropped my finger, dragging the edge of her towel downwards before letting it bounce into place; she gnawed her lower lip.

"Yes," Charles replied, again only seeing the plot plan in his mind; not his wife's back.

"This is the closest fire station?" I moved my digit further, pressing into the little valley between Mandy's compact, quivering ass cheeks. Her eyelashes flickered as her glistening lips parted. "Right here?"

With me pressing down, pushing my fingertip into her twitching anus; both lips disappeared into Mandy's trembling mouth. With Charles nodding and his wife tense, I leaned back, put my sunglasses back on, and took in his wife's shapely, towel-wrapped back.

At the sudden ring of Charles' phone, I started to stand, but he waved me to the chair before zipping around the corner to take the call. As soon as he disappeared from sight, I drove my hand under the lower edge of Mandy's towel. Her legs flew apart, and I pushed my fingertips into her shaking warm, silken folds, found the tight, welcoming little hole, and sank into her squelching tightness.

Eyes wide, she buried her open mouth in her arm to muffle a cry while I pumped her sloppy, pulsating warmth. As her blue eyes blazed, shiny bubbles erupted around her sucking lips when the first massive wave sent her bucking and twisting atop the chaise lounge.

"I want you—my Mandy." As I tugged my glossy, dripping digits from her, I managed a grin. Our eyes locked, that brief flicker of hesitation in hers, but I leaned in close and kissed her shaking lips before repeating. "I want you."

When I lifted my sticky fingers to her, she lurched forward to engulf them; her little tongue probing, sweeping and scraping them clean as her cheeks sank. Her eyes sparkled as she nodded at me.

She could have her 'anything,' but I wanted her. That was my price.

As Charles reappeared, I tugged my hand free of her sucking lips with a soft plop. After settling her head on her arm, Mandy ignored her husband and kept her gaze on me as I stood. Eyes sparkling, she slid her tongue around her sticky lips.

"I gotta go, Charles." I flashed him a smile before adding. "It's, uh, been fun, but duty calls."

"Hey, thanks a lot, Jim. I really appreciate it." He reached for his glass. "Um, look, I owe you for keeping an eye on Mandy."

"Nah, you don't."

"No really. I do. You ever been to Mount Aristeia?" He took a long drink before sighing and licking his thin lips.

"Yeh, about a hundred years ago."

"Well, our presentation is gonna be up there. It's ... It's, uh, a three-day annual company offsite. Susan will be home and we usually go up there. Take a little family vacation." As he ran his tongue over his lips, he glanced down at his wife's 'sleeping' body. "Could you come along? Um, just in case I have more questions. Also, you could, uh, keep an eye on Susan and Mandy while I'm in meetings."

My heart thumped and the world around Charles sorta blinked before blurring back into place. Stay calm.

"Well." With a sigh, I scratched my chin and looked out over the yard. If my crotch leaping upwards was noticeable, he didn't comment. "I'll, um, check my schedule. I wouldn't mind. It's been a while, but I used to climb up there. The weather can be twitchy, but if it's good enough ... Hmm, yeh. If I come along, I'll bring my gear."

"Great!" Charles beamed then downed the last of his lemonade before adding. "Well, let me know. We'll be driving. I could use another driver. Mandy hates to drive in the mountains. We're leaving next week."

"Okay." After shaking his hand, I strode towards my house; my grin widened so much my cheeks hurt.