Jules Cheats With Sandy In The Pool Deck - Sex Stories

Jules Cheats With Sandy In The Pool Deck

Sandy Metusic showered and dressed quickly. The eighteen-year-old senior ignored the whispering about her newly shorn hotbox. Yes, it meant she'd fucked someone new recently. So what? When Jules Kittridge exited the boy’s locker room, Sandy lingered there with a look in her eyes that shimmered. “It’s fourth period!!”

Jules, also a senior, had forgotten his early morning suggestion to the girl. He had already skipped second-period Chemistry class to couple with Paula and Delphia. Fourth period was an AP English class where his grades tottered between a B+ and an A-. He couldn’t afford to skip that class.

Jules started to beg off from the assignation. Sandy boldly reached under her t-shirt to expose her left tit. She swiped her middle finger under his nose. Her finger smelled deeply of cunt, sweat and, faintly, of urine. Obviously, her finger had been up her pussy recently, or SOMEBODY’S pussy, because Jules didn’t know her pussy well enough to identify its unique vaginal signature just yet.

Jules’ penis took over from that point.

Ten minutes later the two of them were alone up in the pool viewing deck. While scores of swimmers frolicked in the pool below, Jules stretched out partially naked on the sectional couch, arms spread wide. His erect penis rose like a steely incubus from his nut sac.

Sandy Metusic stood off to the side, admiring the view. She was fully naked. Her tits hung ripely, pink nipples glistening with morning dew. Her hips twirled sensuously. ...

... Jules immediately noticed that her private parts, so fully hirsute just yesterday, were now bald as a baby’s bottom. Like Paula Fuller, Sandy had shaved her pussy. Jules could see her little pink clitoris peeking out from its cloak at the tip of her cleft.

Sandy was breathing heavily—hyperventilating. She’d been considering this moment every moment since yesterday's memorable session. Now that the moment was upon her, Sandy seemed unsure of how to proceed. Usually, these quick interactions got started with oral. Jules’ dick was already hard. Sandy’s pussy was already wet. One would think they would just mount, fuck, cum, groan and wipe. After all, they WERE in school. They DID have classes to attend. Anyone could wander up into the pool viewing deck. It’s not as if it was locked to keep out fornicators.

Sandy wanted more. Having showered after gym class, both of them smelled fresh and clean. She knew that if she went down on Jules, the piquant odors of any number of vaginas would still be present in the tissues of his cock. Her own pussy odor would be there, intermingled with the crowd, even though Jules had washed.

Rather than just “slip it in and get it over with”, Sandy decided on a more personal approach. She sat next to him, close enough to feel his hot breath, but more importantly close enough to transmit sincerity with her grey eyes. She’d convinced herself that Jules was to be her secret lover. They’d already proven sexual compatibility. Perhaps it were better ...