08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 1 of 2 - Sex Stories

08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 1 of 2

... I cursed myself, again, finding it hard to conceive of a worse scenario than being semi naked with my stalker. In her Dad’s house. And that Dad being my Professor, and now my Boss. That’s what my head made of it all, anyway. However, my body has a mind of its own (between my legs) and was fascinated by Pearl’s comely little physique. Usually trussed and strapped into its spiky punk armour, it was surprisingly soft and sensuous underneath; slim, with generous hips and a full on, proper, bubble-butt. I caught all these details with a flash-frame gaze and an emotion lying somewhere between horror and horn, treating it to a cold dousing as I dived into the pool. After a few lengths, I became aware of eyes on me and took a breather at the opposite end of the pool. I cast a quick glance in her direction to have my worst fears confirmed. An almost a comical mime of attention: reclining, eyes shielded with one hand, gawping, and – my eyes were watery, I rubbed them – yep. Topless. Her perky breasts filled my head as I thrashed two more lengths, my brain and body slugging it out over what I should do. Cons: She might be playing with me to get to her Dad. Pros: She was very sexy. And very keen. I took another breather. She hadn't moved. More lengths. My heart hammered double time, one for the swim and one for Pearl. I was starting to tire. I wasn’t going to last until the Professor got home, and even if he did – and found us like this – it would still be a very awkward situation. I ...

... took another breather, again at the end of the pool furthest away from Pearl. She was still watching me, one foot tapping impatiently now, and frowning. Fuck, I thought, this would be so much easier to deal with if she wasn't so bloody up-for-it . As if telepathically proving the point, Pearl butterflied her raised knees flat… I locked my brain in its room and charged up the pool toward her. Stopping bang in front of her lounger, I panted and swiped the water from my face. She smirked as my eyes snagged between her pale thighs, the tempting ball of her mound pushed up by her spread knees. “My Dad takes ages in those shops,” Pearl said, her eyes flicking between her crotch and me. She lightly stroked a breast with her fingertips, her nipple pointing. I couldn’t help myself. I knew it was a bad idea, but she was so attractive and so unequivocally eager my body took over. She laughed a little nervously as I pushed up onto the poolside and presented myself to her, drenched and pumped up from exercise and excitement. She bit her lip, my shadow laid across her form as if predicting what was going to happen next. I was already pretty hard in my trunks and made no attempt to hide the bizarre tenting down there. I was powerful, I was in control, I was going to make this girl's day. "Are you cross?" Pearl grinned at my pumped up ego. "You look like you’re going to punch me!" She squinted into the light and her hand brushed its tickling way down from the undersides of her breasts over her ...