Kanani in the Pool - Sex Stories

Kanani in the Pool

... She was going to come down in a towel. She was going to open the door wearing just a towel and nothing else. That was my cunning plan.

I looked at the clock. How to time this? Ten minutes in the shower? Fifteen? Who knew? I decided on twenty minutes. Plausible deniability, right? Early enough to be an honest mistake. As I said, it was a cunning plan. For a teenager.

Exactly twenty minutes after I hung up the phone, I rang the Carlson's doorbell. A long minute later, Kanani opened the front door.

"Oh!" she said. "You're early!"

I didn't hear what she said because she was wearing a damp housecoat, a thin cottony pale orange thing whose wet spots showed she hadn't fully dried off yet. The housecoat covered her down to her knees and it had buttons down the front. When Kanani opened the door, not all the buttons had been done. I looked down to her legs because the coat was wide open from just below her crotch to her knees. I didn't just look.I stared.

She slowly reached down and closed those open buttons. Did I mention she closed her coatslowly? So fucking slowly! It was like a strip-tease in reverse.

"Do you know where your jacket is?" she asked after all the buttons were done.

"Huh? What?"

"Your jacket!" she said. But she didn't say it in a mean voice. Looking back, I'm 99% sure she was amused. She might have been smiling. I wouldn't know, because I was still staring at those lower buttons.

"Uh, yeah. I left it in the—"

"Well, why don't you get it? ...

... I have to finish getting ready. I've got to meet some new clients. Okay, Jim?"

"Um, yeah. Sure. Okay."

She shook her head and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. I wanted to follow her. I wanted to follow her so fucking much! But I didn't. I got my jacket and got the hell out of there.

Those legs! Those thighs! The shadows that were hinted at, between the half-open housecoat and her skin! I wanted.... Well, the truth is that I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted to fuck her, sure. But I didn't know what else that might entail. Eat her pussy? Yes! But how could that happen? Suck on her delectable breasts and nipples? Most definitely. But how to go from naked under a housecoat to sticking my hard dick into her willing pussy? I had no idea. No fucking clue.

Which is almost certainly why I'd had sex twice before with two different girls, but no repeat performances. I was so bad that even the ones who desperately wanted to get laid didn't ask me for a second date.

Kanani was different. I didn't understand then what made her different, but she was. She knew me better than anybody else, even her children. After all, we'd spent many nights together, watching TV. She'd spoken with me more than anybody else had, except for Jake. She knew me and, still, she flirted with me.

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She was swimming laps the next time I visited the Carlsons. She was alone—her husband and the twins were at the annual SC-UCLA game. The rivalry was a Big Deal in their house, but Konani ...