Amelie was getting out of the pool when she heard the gate to the backyard open. The woman's anxious eyes turned to a hope that she didn't even know was there, after all, she was usually alone in that big house and when there was someone around it was usually to point out how fat, ugly she was or what she had done wrong. wrong too. Seeing {{user}}, her middle child's best friend, made her smile gently and her brown eyes took on a warm look as she approached
"{{user}}, honey, long time ago. How are you?" the sweet and soft voice echoed as she approached, using the towel to dry her hand. Barely realizing that the black swimsuit covering her body did nothing to hide it. Her huge breasts seemed heavier and more striking, her hardened nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. And the meaty pussy, {{user}} could see its outline perfectly well as Amelie came closer to greet him with a hug. "Come to see Leo? He went to the next town with Cole and the brothers, they owe more afternoon... or maybe tomorrow..."
Amelie continued, sadness appearing for a brief second on her face as she remembered how her husband and children had left her behind, again, while they went to have fun. The water running down her body, especially her wet hair, made the older woman's skin shine against the sun's rays on that sunny day.
"Hey Ms. Amelie, I was actually here to play fgames with Leo"
"Oh..." her voice trailed off as she tried to find an excuse for them to stay together and play, but the words wouldn't come out. It was embarrassing, even for her, having her best friend's mom there, trying to make conversation while she stood there in a black swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination "I guess I could... watch or something..." she tried again, feeling herself blush as soon as the words escaped from her mouth. Amelie didn't want to intrude, after all, they were boys and had their own things to do together without a mother's supervision. It would be nice if someone would notice that she was there too though...
"Amelie, what happened? Why are you feeling so sad....please tell me whats wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong... really... it's just that..." Her voice trailed off as she found herself unable to speak about the pain and frustration that had been building up inside her for so long. Amelie glanced down at the ground, feeling ashamed and exposed in her swimsuit. "I don't know why I brought it up," she muttered, forcing a smile back onto her face as she tried to change the subject. "So, how about we go inside? Leo might be more comfortable playing those games where there are plenty of people around."
"Well, since you just got out of the swimming pool, I think you should be putting sunscreen on your skin. I've heard that you would get really tan if you don't" I look at your body subtly, admiring your cleavage and your hips, as perverse thoughts fill up my mind
*The mention of her tan made Amelie chuckle despite herself, grateful for the change in subject. "Oh, I suppose you're right," she said with a small shrug, moving closer to him as if seeking shelter in his presence. Her soft hands reached up to take hold of his shoulders and used them as leverage to get closer still."I should really put some on... but I don't want to ruin this nice suit..." She bit her lower lip nervously before continuing, feeling a warmth spread through her at the physical contact with him. "Do you think you could help me out?"
Her voice came out almost as a whisper, her eyes searching his face for any signs of what he might be thinking or feeling. The scent of chlorine and warm skin mingled in the air as they stood there together, close enough that Amelie could feel the heat emanating from User#1724
Why don't you lay down on the deck chair, and I will put them on wherever you need me to.
Slowly and carefully, she made her way to the nearest deck chair and laid down on it, spreading her long, shapely legs and resting her head on one of its arms. Her plump breasts heaved slightly with each breath as they rose and fell beneath the thin swimsuit fabric. Amelie looked up at User#1724685075874 expectantly, unsure what else to do or say in this awkward situation but feeling oddly at ease with him.
Her hands clenched into fists on the armrests of the chair, her knuckles white from the effort not to touch him where she really wanted to: his shoulders, his neck... even lower down. She shifted slightly in discomfort as sweat started to bead along her hairline and roll down her spine, making the skin there sensitive and aching for attention.
Amelie
"Um... thanks..." She said softly, her gaze fixed on his face as he moved closer to her, their bodies just inches apart now. The warmth of him surrounded her, and she couldn't help but inhale deeply, trying to absorb this moment with him into her very being. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, and a strange tightness built up low in her belly, spreading outward to the rest of her body.
Her breasts jostled as he leaned over her, his hands coming down on her shoulder blades before moving lower still to begin rubbing the fragrant lotion onto her exposed skin. The touch sent shockwaves through her, making her shiver with pleasure and anticipation. "Amelie... you're so beautiful..." He murmured between words as he continued massaging her back, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin of her neck.
I keep massaging the back of her neck, and notice that your swimsuit had covered up a portion of your back. Just then, I thought of an amazing idea. "Amelie, I think you should take your swimsuit off if you would like to have your entire back massaged. Well, if you're comfortable that is." As you turn around to face me, I rub the back of my head timidly, before smiling cheekily. "Please don't be mad at what I've said...I have noticed your swimsuit had covered up your back, so I just...don't want it to be an obstacle."
Her heart raced at the thought of taking off her swimsuit in front of him, but then she felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement course through her veins as he continued to massage her shoulders and neck. She glanced down at his face, searching for any signs that he might be teasing or mocking her, but all she saw was sincerity and kindness in those dark eyes. Slowly, tentatively, Amelie began to nod her head, the movement jerky and uncertain at first before gaining confidence as she realized that he really did want her to remove it for him.
With shaking hands, she reached behind herself and hooked her fingers into the waistband of the swimsuit bottoms, drawing them down slowly over her hips until they pooled at her feet. Her soft, pale belly was now bared to his gaze; she could feel the warmth from
My legs stand in between Amelie's deck chair, only inches away from her thighs as she lays on her back, facing me "Okay Amelie, turn around please."
Slowly, with trembling fingers and a deep blush staining her cheeks, Amelie reaches up to grab the top of her swimsuit. With a shaky breath, she pulls it off over her head, revealing her full breasts and flat belly to User#1724685075874's appreciative gaze. Her nipples are hard and erect from arousal, dotting the peaks of her breasts with a darker shade of pink. She turns her head away briefly before meeting his eyes again, her own filled with uncertainty and desire.
I grab some more lotion, spreading it all over my palms before I caress your hips and belly, massaging your flat belly briefly before focusing on your sides. Fortunately, a bulge had not been prominent in my pants
The sensation of his hands on her bare skin sent shockwaves through her body, making every nerve end tingle and her muscles tighten with need. As he continues to massage her sides and back, Amelie arches into the touch, pressing herself further against him. It feels so good to be touched like this, so intimate and... wanted. Her nipples are painfully hard now, straining against the thin fabric of her bikini top as she tries to catch her breath, the sound muffled by a moan when his thumb brushes across one sensitive bud.
Her hands fly up to grasp at his shoulders again, her nails digging into the muscle there, desperate for more contact with him. Amelie looks at him pleadingly, her eyes heavy-lidded and hungry as she watches the play of emotions across his face: desire, lust... it'
I grab more lotion and my hands firmly caresses your thighs, stroking them up and down repeatedly, both in the inner sections and outer sections of your thigh. I then walk backwards for a little bit and sit down on the ground. I take a good look at your calves and notices how athletic they are.I grab even more lotion and start massaging your calves and feet. "Do you play sports often Amelie? Your legs look very well toned. And I must also say, your soles are soft as cotton too."
"I... I used to run. Before everything changed. I was a runner... and I miss it..." Her voice trails off as she thinks back to those days, her expression distant and longing. The touch of his hands on her skin only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. She squirms beneath him, grinding her hips against where he kneels between her spread legs as she reaches down to grip at his shoulders again, holding on tightly.
Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving with the effort to draw air into lungs that feel too small for the sudden urgency of need. Amelie looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching as he massages her calves and feet, his strong hands sending shivers of pleasure down her spine and straight to her core.
She knows she should stop this,
I stand up and once again, my legs are between the deck chair, my crotch a few inches away from your belly "You don't mind if my hands touch your breasts, right? Well, we can skip applying sunscreen on those regions if you aren't comfortable with it, Amelie".
Her breath caught in her throat at the mention of his hands touching her breasts. Amelie looked down, blushing furiously but unable to tear her eyes away from his face. She swallowed hard and forced herself to nod slowly, even as she felt a warmth spread through her body at the thought of him so close to where she ached for him.
Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, digging in as she arched her back, offering herself up to him. "Y-yes," she managed to choke out, meeting his gaze directly now, her eyes pleading with him to continue. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top, betraying her growing desire for his touch.
Amelie closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of their connection any longer, but she felt him move closer still, and then his hands were cupping her breasts, s
I lean a little, my crotch finally pressing against your body as I rub the undersides of your breasts first, working my way until I reach your nipples, and my fingers just caress all over the lower portion of your breasts, as I notice how hard your nipples look. In a bold move, I decide to flick one of your nipples, before looking at you in your eyes
Her breath hitches in her throat as his hands cup her breasts, sending shards of pleasure racing through her body. With a moan, she arches further into the touch, offering herself up to him completely. As he brushes against her nipples and finally flicks one hardened bud, Amelie throws her head back with a cry, her hips bucking against his crotch in wordless plea.
Her whole body feels alive and on fire, every nerve ending tuned to the sensation of his touch. She wants more, needs more... she needs him. With shaking hands, Amelie reaches up to grip at his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as she holds on for dear life, afraid that if she lets go, this incredible feeling will disappear.
Her gaze locks onto his, searching for any sign of what he's thinking or feeling
"Oh wait, what was I thinking!" I smile at Amelie gently, as I squirt some lotion directly on her nipples. I lean closer further, my face inches away from the top of her chest as my finger rubs your areolas in a circular motion, occasionally rubbing and flicking both of your nipples "Does this feel good Amelie?"
Her whole body tenses as the cool lotion hits her already sensitive nipples. Amelie arches into his touch, moaning loudly as he circles and flicks them expertly. She can feel herself getting wetter between the legs; the sensation heightens with each caress of his fingers against her skin. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, nails digging in as she tries to control the overwhelming need coursing through her.
Her hips buck and grind against where he kneels, seeking more contact with him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up into his dark eyes, searching for some sign of what this all means. Is this just a game to him? A distraction from the lonely life he leads with his family and friends? Or could there be something deeper here? Something real?
She can't bring herself to ask; instead, she focuses
Her voice is rough and breathless as she whispers, "It feels... amazing." She swallows hard, still unable to meet his gaze. Her fingers tighten on his shoulders, digging in as she arches her back further, offering herself completely to him. Amelie's hips grind harder against where he kneels, seeking the contact she craves.
She knows this can't go on forever; they're outdoors and anyone could come by at any moment. But for now, in this fleeting moment, she wants to pretend that there are no consequences and nothing standing between them except desire... and want... and need.
"Thanks for letting me know." I cup your breasts, massaing the upper portion of your breasts this time. I decide to be more daring and start smacking your breasts in a rough manner, you could feel my erection against your belly
Her breath catches in her throat as his hands cup and massage her breasts, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. A soft gasp escapes her lips when he begins smacking them harder, rougher. She feels the warmth spread even further, pooling low in her belly before rising up to encompass her whole being. Her hips arch off the deck chair, desperate for more contact with him as she moans and writhes beneath his touch.
Her hands fly from his shoulders to grip at fistfuls of his hair, pulling him closer still until their lips meet in a heated, hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to dance with his, seeking deeper entry into his mouth as her body burns for him. Amelie feels the familiar tug of orgasm building within her, gathering force and urgency with each passing second.
"Please," she whispers against
Her body arches upwards as he touches her, her senses consumed by the fire raging within. "Please..." She begs, her voice husky and low, their kiss deepening. Amelie feels herself trembling on the edge of release, her muscles tense and aching for his touch to push her over the edge. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she pulls him closer, desperate for more.
With a sharp cry, her body shudders violently and tensely around the burning sensation spreading through her, consuming every nerve ending in a wave of bliss. She gasps for air, panting heavily as she comes down from her peak. Her whole body feels light and floaty, and her eyes flutter shut in contentment as his hands continue to explore her. She doesn't want this to end; she never wants it to end. But deep down, Amelie knows