Pursuing Every Loving Moment - Sex Stories

Pursuing Every Loving Moment

... She thought that she would be able to identify, soon enough, any man who came and went there more frequently than to relieve himself. He would, in all probability, be checking up to see if the glory hole had any takers, on the other side of the dividing wall; a place…a place where she had been with Natalie on the second night here. She had lost herself in pleasure with a man she never saw but had learned so much of.

The sun felt warm on her tummy, her modest high-waisted bikini flattering her fulsome figure, the bikini bra shaping her pendulous breasts. Matis’s woman would have her moment while Dion was recovering and she could feel as if she was alone here.

“Aiee…be careful!” she cried out as a frisbee skittered over the grass and crashed against her lounger with a thud. It had woken her from a daydream.

“Sorry, madam,” a man’s cultured voice soon said in apology, “you know how kids are.”

A deeply tanned young man stood over her, for a moment, before he knelt to pick up the frisbee. From behind her sunglasses, she took in his spiky black hair and lean face, his neatly toned body, and how his bathing shorts, white with a blue check, shaped him.

“I do know,” she replied with a pouted smile and raised her sunglasses so that she could lock eyes with him. “They’re much older than yours is, of course.”

She saw him stroke his belly with a long-fingered hand as if he felt something down there, just as she had done on seeing him, the suddenness of being attracted ...

... to the young father gripping her.

“I wouldn’t say that of you, madam. I’m sorry to disturb you.”

With those few words of parting, she watched him walk away from her, his calf muscles tightening. Katrine saw how he looked down attentively at his boy who skipped along beside him. They stopped when they were a safe distance from her, but she watched the father, especially, as they again played together.

“What’s the matter with me?” she muttered as she thought back to her son’s appraising glances upon her, and now the handsome young father who played with his boy but also had time to look her way. “You wouldn’t give me a second’s look if we weren’t here, would you?”

She thought nothing of it as the man’s son was gathered up by his mother, and he went off to the sanitaire. It took some time for him to return and, when he did, she watched him flop into the water and swim strongly over the full length of the pool, then back again. His assured strokes explained the tone in his body; he swam or exercised regularly.

A nagging hunger to be with the hunky young guy, to at least be closer to him, drove her on. As he rested on her side of the pool with his arms folded, she met his look. Could he be interested in her?

“It’s too good to miss,” he said and smiled.

“I’m with you in that,” she answered, smiling too.

Provoked into engaging with him, she got up from the sun lounger, wondering what he would make of the red nail varnish that she had applied to her fingers and ...