One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... Dave covered his eyes and said “I see noth-ing! I know noth-ing!” ======================================================== Dave called around noon on Sunday to say that Hannah would be expecting me around four. Donna was going to a friend’s and he would make himself scarce for awhile. I told mom that I was going over for one last swim of the summer, and to expect me back around dark. “Be good, don’t make a mess in your aunt’s house!” Hannah welcomed me in and closed the door. I gave her a look over and said “Hey beautiful, I missed you!” She wrapped her hands behind my neck and whispered “I missed you more!”, then brought her lips to mine. I looked around and asked, “Do we really have the house all to ourselves?” “Yes, so hurry up and get those clothes off – and into your swim suit!” I ducked into the downstairs bath to change as she sprinted up the stairs. As I emerged in only my swim trunks, tossing my clothes onto the couch, Hannah was walking slowly down the steps, sucking on the tip of her left index finger, as she seductively modeled her red bikini for me. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, I took her hand and she did a pirouette to allow me to see her from all angles. Still clasping her fingers, I led her out of the sliding glass door onto the patio by the pool. She just dove in, but I had to lower myself slowly to become accustomed to the temperature of the water. She took every opportunity to tease me, “c’mon, c’mon, don’t be a wuss, just do it!” When the ...

... water was up to my waist, she nearly jumped on my shoulders, pushing me face first into the water. I came up shrieking and gasping for air. “Oh my God, that was cold – I gotta get used to it.” She taunted, “I don’t have all day for you to get warmed up” and splashed more water in my face. I chased her across the pool, tickling her waist when I got close enough. She spun around and we locked lips once again. Every time she gave me tongue I’d get hard, and while in the pool I probably was erect more often than not. I was losing some energy after fifteen or twenty minutes of frolicking in the pool, so I asked her, “Hey, whatta got to eat?” “I don’t know, check the fridge.” I got out of the pool and dried off with the towel enough that I wouldn’t leave a puddle in the kitchen. As I was leaning into the refrigerator, Hannah snapped the towel right on my protruding ass. “Ooowwww, THAT HURT !” I turned to see her standing there with the towel, giggling almost uncontrollably. As I started towards her she shrieked and ran up the stairs. I followed close behind, and was able to use my weight keep the bathroom door from closing all the way when she tried to run in there to hide. I kept pushing and slowly forced the door open as I overpowered her. Once in, I closed the door and locked it behind me. She was still giggling, jumping away whenever I reached for her. When I was able to grab her by the waist, I tickled her until she laughed so hard she was snorting (again)! I made a point to ...