Heat
Today is awfully hot, thought Michelle Cartagena as she sat on her lounge chair. The birds singing in the trees surrounding the mansion, the light breeze taking the edge off the hot summer day. She gazed out across the pool, taking in the landscaping. The vast gardens painting a colorful picture against the green backdrop of willows and grass. The gardener is doing a good job, she mused to herself, wondering who her mother had hired this time.
She walked out to the pool and took off her robe. Performing a graceful swan dive, she dove in. The cool water reached up to envelope her. The shock was exhilarating and she noticed her nipples had become firm. She completed a few laps and exited the pool. Dripping a steady stream of water she lay down on the lounge chair. The warmth of the sun felt good and she began to swell with an excited feeling as she thought of Tony.
Soon she felt herself massaging her breasts and moaning ever so slightly. She moved to her vagina, her clitoris was already swollen and soon was pulsating. She stopped suddenly, not quite sure why, and looked to her left. There she saw him. She was sure he had seen her, but for some reason this excited her further. She stared some more, quickly putting her robe on.
He did not seem to notice. The roses in this section were particularly thick and he was told to prune them. It was a hot day he thought to himself and the glimpse of Michelle had not helped. He stood up again to stretch.
Taking a deep breath, his chest flexed outward and his muscular body glistened in the bright sun. He caught her staring and he stretched again. He was sure she could not see the bulge in his pants, still, it was there and getting larger.
Michelle realizing she had been caught staring, looked at him again. She took in every curve, the long flowing hair and the muscular silhouette pirouetting as if doing a seductive dance just for her. The fullness was coming back. She could feel herself becoming moist. I shouldn't be thinking what I'm thinking, she thought to herself. Quickly turning away, she went inside.
No matter how she tried she could not put him out of her mind. She tried thinking of Tony. The picture in her mind only turning into the vision she had seen outside. She went to the kitchen and poured herself some lemonade. Grabbing the pitcher and an extra glass she went back outside. She looked and he was not there.
The lemonade was placed on the table. Dropping her robe she dove into the pool. She remembered reading that exercise was good for clearing the mind. Several laps later she decided to get out. The warm sun felt good and she lay back on the lounge chair confident the vision was gone.
Eventually she moved to the shade. She put on her robe and sat down to a cold glass of lemonade. Again, she jerked around and saw him. He was walking toward her. His skin glistening in the hot July sun. Her heart raced and she froze.
He is talking to me, she thought, not able to make out the words.
May I join you? Yes, that was the question. What was she supposed to do. Yes she whispered softly, motioning him to sit down. Leaning across the table, he poured some lemonade, she noticed the bulge. He then sat down. She stared at him. He was even more handsome than she thought. His hair was the color of her favorite horse, Lucky. His eyes were the deepest hazel, deeply accenting his chiseled face. His arms were muscular, his breathing moved with a steady rhythm showing off his sculptured chest. He was talking again. What was he saying? Oh, yes it is a hot day today. My name is Michelle. What did he say his was? Yes, I think you are gorgeous. Did I really say that?
I have to go, she told him, getting up to go, I will send someone to pick up the glasses later. She pushed the chair back and promptly fell. Rodriguez came over and help her to the lounge. His hands were strong and he picked her up easily. Gently placing her on the lounge, he asked if she was hurt. No, I don't think so, she answered. She then realized her neck was sore.
He seemed to sense this and began to massage her neck. She resisted at first; but, his hands seemed to melt any soreness away and her neck felt so good. He asked her to turn over and exposing her back he continued the message. When he was finished she turned over. Her firm breasts supporting the erect nipples. She pulled him over to her and kissed him.
His mouth was firm and she melted. She stood up, her robe dropping to the ground. She reached over to him and helped him out of his pants. The bulge she had seen earlier filled up the thong he was wearing. She then giggled and dove into the pool. He removed his clothes and leapt in after her.
She met him as he surfaced. They kissed passionately, his firm body pressing against hers. Her firm breasts heaving against his chest. As if with a mind of its own, his penis gently massaged her. She pulled away and dove between his legs. Gently stoking him as she passed behind him. He turned around and found her heading toward the side of the pool. He swam over arriving after she had hoisted herself up. Her legs apart, she arched her chest at him. Her swollen clitoris beckoned to him. He complied, caressing her. She becoming ever so moist as he gently suckled her. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his neck, pulling him closer. He continued to pleasure her, bringing her to the point of ecstasy. He then stopped and pulled her into the pool.
She went willingly, his mouth found hers and they kissed passionately. His firm manhood rubbing against her mound. Her breasts heaved against his chest. The passion mounted and she felt him slip inside her, his penis throbbing. She gasped. He began to massage her chest as she pulled him closer. Her breathing echoed the rhythmic movements inside. She found his mouth and plunged her tongue inside as she gripped his buttocks, forcing him deeper.
He responded and she felt herself swelling as they exploded together.
She collapsed in his arms feeling the pulsating inside. He picked her up and carried her to the lounge, where he gently caressed her. His swollen penis beckoned her, and she kissed it ever more firmly. She marveled at the taste as she caressed it with her tongue. She continued, . . . feeling his orgasm she gently kissed it, suckling until he was dry. He in turn lay next to her and delicately stroke her, bringing her to the verge of climaxing until she begged him to enter her.
He complied, and his hard hot manhood pulsated inside her. She pulled him closer to her. Her mound engaging him in an erotic dance. She surged, arching her back plunging him deeper inside as his mouth found her breast. She moaned loudly, her ecstasy surging until she could contain it no longer. She screamed as the moment overcame her. For a moment they became one as they held each other tightly.
They continue to embrace on the lounge, the sun's warmth drying them off as the wind caressed them ever so gently. They lay there enjoying the moment as the sun set. Michelle realized dinner hour was approaching and she was to meet Tony. Oh! Why did this have to happen. How was she going hide her feelings for Rodriguez? She kissed Rodriguez and stood up. He understood and they dressed. Without a word they went their separate ways. Like a shadow that was never there, Rodriguez disappeared, passing through the trees.
The night was hot. Too hot, Michelle thought. She continued up the stairs to the house, pausing once to look behind her. Not seeing Rodriguez, she wondering if their forbidden desire would ever come to fulfillment again.