Page 28 of Space Oddities

Pushing up on the cement, I lift myself out of the pool, shaking my head.

“Ah! Stop!” Trish raises her hands as if to ward off the devil. “You’re getting me all wet again. What are you, a dog?” But she’s laughing now, her mouth wide, her exposed stomach contracted.

“Yeah,” I say, enjoying the moment and shaking my head again. “Call me Fido. Woof.”

My laughter dies when I see her smile melt away, replaced with a swipe of her tongue and bite of her lower lip.

“Trish?” I take a step forward, but she stops me with an outstretched hand.

“Wait.” She grabs her notebook, jerking it open. “Wait right there.” She knocks her visor off. “Please.”

Her eyes are almost wild, so I simply nod, wondering what’s happening right now.

She looks me over slowly, top to bottom, then back up again.

Goosebumps break out across my skin.

In a flash, she bends over the notebook, her pen flying across the page. Her mouth moves as she writes, but I can’t pick up on what she’s saying.

It’s like this for a few minutes.

Every once in a while she looks up, checks me out, then continues writing.

Unable to take any more, I sneak up, arching my head to the side, trying to make out the words.

…a swimmer’s body, lithe and lean and so very strong … large hands cup my breasts, their weight somehow heavier than before his touch … aching … his lips follow a trail of sweat down my neck, and though the Texas sun heats my skin, I shiver…

“Holy shit.”

Startled, Trish’s pen scratches across the lined paper. “Hey!” She clutches the notepad to her chest again. “Don’t look.”

My eyes aren’t on the paper now. They’re on her. On her breasts, her neck, the goosebumps scattered across her that mirror my own.

I’mTrish’s inspiration.I’mturning her on.

With little effort, as she’s so petite, I pick her up under her arms like a child. Turning, I sit, her knees resting on either side of me so she’s straddling me, the notebook between us.

“I…” But she doesn’t finish, can’t, when she’s nestled against the evidence of just how turned on I am by her being turned on by me.

Plucking the notebook out of her grasp, I lay it next to us, never losing eye contact. “What happens next?”

“Ian …” Her shoulders creep up, and though it’s obvious she’s embarrassed, she doesn’t look away. Her brown eyes are shy, yet excited.

“We were here, weren’t we?” I cup her breasts over her bathing suit and bring my lips to her neck. “What happens now?” I trail soft kisses across her skin, the salty taste of her sweat making me harder.

“Th-then… I…” Her body moves in a passionate rhythm. She stutters in time with her breathless panting, her hips undulating to the beat of the pulse pounding at her neck.

I squeeze her tits, my thumb pushing the fabric aside to rub her nipples. Her hips flex harder over my lap, making my eyes cross. This has gone from zero to one hundred in an instant. I love it. “Then you what, sweetheart?”

She places her hands on my shoulders, dragging them down my arms and back up, the slight bite of her nails driving me crazy. “Then I touch you.” Her thumb sweeps over my nipple.

“Fuck yes.” Pushing the fabric completely aside, I kiss hers. First one tight bud, then the other as her hands travel around to my back. When I suck gently, one of her hands palms the back of my head. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, holding me there. I pull back with a final flick of my tongue over her hard nub. “Then what?”

“Y-you…” She moans when I continue to nibble. “Your hand, you use your hand.”

I set her back on my thighs so I can untie her bikini bottom at the sides. When the fabric drops, I have an unobstructed view of just how turned on she is, her wetness glistening in the sun.

Meeting her eyes, I raise my hand. “You want this there?” I dip my chin toward her exposed flesh.

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