The Community Pool - Sex Stories

The Community Pool

... kind of shows it off. Truth be told, that’s what I was thinking about when I was getting myself off.” She then thrust back down. “But I’m just not looking for a relationship, and if I start kissing you, one of us may get the wrong idea. I’m leaving town for who knows how long, and I don’t need any complications. If it helps, just think of this as a ‘booty call’.” Then, shoving herself even harder onto my shaft, she smiled and asked, “Now, what do I have to do to get you off?” I didn’t answer with words. Using a little rocking movement of my own, I flipped us both over so that I was now on top. I rose on my haunches and wrapped her legs around my waist. Holding on to her shoulders for leverage, I pulled out, then shoved back in. At that angle, the head of my dick rubbed a straight path across the sensitive spot at the top of her vagina, which felt good for both of us. I started a steady pounding of her pussy, and she helped by lowering her legs down across my ass and pulling me in every time that I pushed. We were both on the verge of cumming, but we were both also holding back. “Cum for me,” she said, looking me in the eyes with a gaze of pure lust. “No, you first,” I replied; emphasizing the command with a particularly vigorous thrust. “No, cum, dammit. Cum in me now!” “No, y…” I didn’t get the rest out. As I shoved in as hard and as far as I could, we both came; my cock pulsing as it pushed what felt like a gallon of spunk up her vagina while ...

... the rippling contractions of that climaxing organ squeezed their encouragement. She held me in until we were both spent, then released the grip that her legs had on me. I lay across her heaving chest, feeling the hard points of her aroused nipples pushing into mine. I looked into her face, and couldn’t help myself. Before she could even react, I kissed her. Softly at first, but when she didn’t resist, harder, hungrier. She moaned, then opened her mouth to accept my tongue; wrapping her arms and legs around me and hugging me close. When we finally came up for air, she looked up at me, stroked my cheek and whispered, “Now things are complicated.” “No they’re not,” I replied in a soft voice. Outside these walls, this never happened. And it never will again, unless you want it to. I can be a ‘booty call’ if that is what you want, or need.” She hugged me, and we slept tangled together. But when I woke up the next morning, she was gone. She never returned to the pool job, she just disappeared. I thought about her a lot, but had no way to contact her, and eventually gave up on ever hearing from her again. Then, late on the Friday afternoon of the second week of December, a small package arrived via FedEx. I signed for it, and as the FedEx driver drove off, opened it. Inside was a pair of Navy issue women’s panties with a single silver bar fastened to the crotch, and a small piece of paper. All it said on it was “Booty Call”. I smiled. The phone rang.