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Sparkling Reflections
by Elayne S. Venton
Doug gawked at the naked woman gliding through the turquoise depths of his swimming pool. What was
the little temptress doing? Last he’d seen her, Laurel was delivering drinks to his mother and brother in the
game room while his lovely Sandra bustled about the gardens off the west wing, overseeing the
preparations for this afternoon’s gala. Obviously, Laurel expected everyone to be occupied for some time.
A swim appealed, but right now he had no time to dally with his sexy lover. A half-written speech waited
for him upstairs.
Her sleek dark head broke the surface, rippling waves across the sun-dappled pool. Before he could call
out, she dove deep, her luscious bare bottom buoying upward then sinking beneath the water.
Oh, that sweet ass. It had captivated him from the moment he’d spied Laurel’s swinging hips heading
toward the office building’s elevator. Intrigued, he’d lunged for the open elevator door. One look into Laurel’
s deep brown eyes and his world had imploded. When she’d told him she worked as a personal shopper
for several execs, he’d hired her on the spot. Things had happened quickly after that.
Unaware of his presence, Laurel floated on her back, her nut-brown body a stark contrast to the pastel
tiles edging the pool. Arms outstretched, she paddled around the freeform pool, her breasts bobbing
invitingly, the nipples slightly peaked. The curly thatch of hair between her legs glistened with watery
diamonds. When her toes brushed the side of the pool, she pushed off the wall and spun away, her legs
spread wide, giving him a glimpse of her succulent pink pussy.
Blood rushed to his cock. The horny beast twitched and shifted against his pants’ zipper. Dammit, she was
too enticing to ignore.
In his hurry to undress, a button popped off his white oxford shirt and pinged onto the cement walkway. It
didn’t matter. Doug had an entire row of dress shirts in his walk-in closet. Still, he slipped off his trousers
with a bit more care, folding them along the crease and draping them over a lounge chair. Underwear
shimmied down his lean legs and stayed where he stepped out of them. In an instant, the hot sun baked
his pale skin. Christ, he needed to spend less time in the office and more time poolside ogling his honey. He’
d taken a step toward the sparkling water when Laurel rolled to her belly and spotted him. Surprise
widened her eyes. With a slight shake of her head, she swam toward the ladder at the deep end.
“Oh, no you don’t…” He dove in and caught up to her just as she clutched the handrails. He grabbed the
ladder one-handed above her left fist and snaked his other arm around her waist, drawing her back against
him, sucking in a breath at the slide of her slick body over his skin. “Hello, sweetheart,” he whispered into
her ear.
“I was just getting out.” Despite her claim, she didn’t lift a foot to the step. Her dangling legs bumped his
as he treaded water.
“Hang on for a few minutes, will ya?” His hand skimmed up her ribs and cupped a plump breast.
Laurel stiffened. “Someone might see.”
“It’s my house. I can do what I want. Everyone else be damned.” He nipped her earlobe. “Brace your feet
against the wall.”
“Doug…we shouldn’t.”
He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger and slowly squeezed. “No?”
She expelled a shaky breath. “The guests…”
“…won’t be here for another hour,” he said softly.
“But Sandra is home. What if she sees us…together?”
Doug chuckled. “If she sees anything, she’ll turn a blind eye. Stop worrying.” Now that he’d made up his
mind to fuck Laurel, here and now, nothing was going to stop him. “No one matters but us, darling.” As
much as he yearned to grind his cock against her ass, he nuzzled her neck instead, her weak spot. The
swirling kisses he trailed down to her collarbone cast a shiver across her shoulders.
“Mmm. You’ve persuaded me.” She gripped the ladder and planted a foot on the wall on either side of the
lowest metal rung. The water line lapped at the top curve of her breasts.
His long stiff cock bobbed between her splayed legs. “That’s it.” Doug rocked his hips against her ass,
pushing water past her to the wall. The current rushed back to his groin. It licked and caressed his balls,
swirling around like a warm wet tongue. “Oh, baby.” He sank his fingers into her breast, squeezing and
kneading. He knew exactly how she liked her breasts massaged, and he spent long minutes sculpting the
globe in his hands until his pulse thudded hard in his throat.
His sensuous lover leaned her head back, her short curly hair tickling his shoulder. Dewy eyelashes drifted
closed against the glaring sun and her ruby lips parted. The heady smell of chlorine mixed with her earthy
musk floated up from her slender neck. Like a vampire drawn to a hot, pulsing vein, he dipped his head and
sucked her warm flesh into his mouth. She moaned, the vibration tingling his lips. God, she made him hot.
He captured her lips with his, and she turned her head into his heated kiss. Tongues tangled in an erotic
dance that shot flames of desire deep into his groin.
Doug broke the breath-stealing kiss, lifted her chest clear of the water, and blew on her nipples. Watching
the tips pucker up from her large brown areolas tightened his balls in their sack.
She sighed and wiggled back against him. “Oh, Doug…” She knew exactly how to make him burn too.
He skated his hand down her belly, gliding through the tight wet curls on her mons, and cupped her. “So
soft, so sexy,” he breathed against her neck. A thick finger slipped between the pussy lips, probing her hot
center. The pulse in her neck jumped.
“I’m gonna plant my cock in you nice and deep and hard, baby.”
“Ooo…yes.” She tilted her ass up to ease his penetration, but he shifted away.
“Soon,” he teased. They’d tried making love in the water before with poor results. Water hampered urgent
movements and chlorine made a lousy lubricant. Doug never repeated a mistake, in business or pleasure.
“Scoot up that ladder, sweet thing.”
Laurel scampered up the metal steps. Doug couldn’t resist a hard slap to her jiggling ass. She yelped and
spun around, glaring at him as he rose out of the pool. Her gaze softened as she looked over his body
from head to toe.
Considering he approached his fiftieth birthday, he felt pretty damn good about his physique. His belly
wasn’t rock hard like it used to be, but he still drew the ladies’ eyes. Not the had any interest in anyone
but Laurel. She’d always be the love of his life.
Laurel’s pink tongue peeked through her lips when she ogled his erection. “Is that for me?” she asked in a
sultry tone.
“If you’re a good girl. Now go bend over that lounge chair and show me your rosy petals.” He might play
tough guy, but she had him wrapped around her little finger. He didn’t know what he’d do without her.
A warm blush tinted her cheeks, and she cast a quick glance up to the second story windows overlooking
the pool.
“Sandra is busy with the caterer,” he said, smoothing his hands down Laurel’s arms. “And her bedroom
has a garden view, as you well know.”
“Yes, but…”
“You’ve got me as hard as a hammer, honey. I need you.”
Laurel drifted the back of her fingers over Doug’s jaw and then raked her nails through the light-colored
hair on his chest. “I can never deny you.”
He growled playfully when she spun on her toes, leaned over and grabbed the sides of the lounger. He
smoothed his hands over the plush cheeks perched high in the air. A slight tap against her ankles and she
spread her legs wider. Her gleaming pink pussy lips blossomed open, perfuming the air with the scent of
sex.
“I swear, Doug. If we get caught…”
“I hope they film it for us.”
Laurel gasped in outrage.
A grin plastered on his face, Doug crouched behind his lover and blew his hot breath around her puckered
butt hole. The tiny entry contracted and expanded, the sight kicking up his heartbeat. Oh, if only he had
some lube handy. Next time. He moved on, puffing air over her moisture-beaded pussy.
“Ooo, liiick me.”
Never one to turn down his ladylove, he parted the dewy lips and lapped at her dripping cream. Mmm...
“Yes!” The more he licked, the more Laurel’s legs shook.
Her desire inflamed his. He had to take her higher. He spun on his heels and tucked his head between her
spread legs, facing her bush. Slowly swirled his tongue around her rosy clit while she moaned with pleasure.
“Suck it, Doug,” she pleaded.
As soon as his lips closed over the swollen nub, her whole body jerked. Cream flooded her sex. The harder
he sucked, the faster she rocked against his face, whining and groaning for more. Her musky scent drove
him on. He plunged his middle finger into her cunt and was rewarded by a hard contraction around the
thick digit.
“Oh, darling. Take me!”
That’s all the invitation he needed. In one smooth motion, he slid out from between her legs, spun around,
grasped her hips, and sank his stiff cock into her soft, wet pussy. Air hissed between his teeth on a sharp
indrawn breath. The muscles clamping down on him sucked him deeper and deeper. Desperate for control,
Doug pulled back and plunged into her again and again with hard, grinding thrusts. “Oh, yeah. Such a hot
mama.”
His lover expelled a harsh breath with every slap of his thighs against her round ass. “That’s it stud. Fuck
me. Fuck me,” she hissed, dropping her head. A lengthy moan wafted through the air.
Cream soaked his dick. He loved watching his long cock pump in and out of her channel, shiny from her
juices; her plump, rosy lips clinging to the wide shaft. In and out, in and out, making her body quiver in
arousal. Yeah! The sight turned him on so much he slammed into her faster. Harder. His pulse beat hard in
his throat and his breath came out in harsh puffs of air. His cock throbbed and his balls pulled up tight.
“Come on, sweetheart. Grab that orgasm and ride it.” Doug leaned over her back and caught her swollen
clit in his fingers.
Laurel choked off a cry. She shoved back against him, pistoning on his dick like she couldn’t get enough.
He felt the swell of her climax growing tighter…tighter. Oh, god!
The walls of her cunt grabbed and pulled. “Doug!”
Fire licked at his balls. The pressure on his throbbing dick made his thighs shake. “Come baby, come!” He
flicked a fingertip over her stiff nub.
Her whole body shuddered. “Oh…oh. Yeeeessss.”
Doug rammed into her quivering pussy. Once. Twice. Thrice. He threw back his head and shouted, “Fuck!”
Cum gushed through his rock hard shaft and deep into his lover’s sumptuous body.
By the time she stopped twitching, his legs wobbled on weak knees. Taking a deep breath to slow his rapid
heartbeat, he eased his spent cock from her tight wet sheath. Laurel collapsed face down onto the lounge
chair. Doug plopped his butt down beside her and rubbed her shoulders. “You rock my world, woman.”
Laurel groaned and rolled over, trying to catch her breath. “If all that noise doesn’t bring someone running,
I don’t know what will.”
Smiling, Doug pulled her onto his lap and gave her a sweet, lingering kiss.
The hiss of the sliding patio door made Doug lift his lips from his lover’s soft mouth. Heels clicked on the
brick path leading to the hidden pool. Sandra passed beneath the trellis and froze in her tracks, her lips
parted in shock. Dark, wavy, shoulder-length hair framed her pretty face. Her cheeks slowly blushed a deep
pink. Doug couldn’t help comparing the two women. Both possessed big brown eyes and full sultry lips.
Sandra’s nose was a bit thinner, her skin a shade lighter -- more mocha than chocolate, and her overall
frame slimmer. Her breasts were high and full, perfect for the burgundy halter dress that hugged her
curves down to the hem dancing in the breeze at mid-thigh, showcasing her long, shapely legs. He
marveled that such a beauty could love him as much as he loved her.
Doug squeezed the naked woman in his arms, proud and honored to have two gorgeous women lighting
up his life.
Sandra threw her hands in the air. “Mom! Dad! What are you doing? The guests are arriving!” She looked
askance. “It’s not every day you celebrate twenty-five years of marriage. Go get dressed!” Blowing out an
exasperated sigh, Sandra spun on her heel and disappeared down the path.
Laurel smiled up at her husband. “Happy Anniversary, love.” She drew his head down for another deep,
heart-wrenching kiss.
A moan vibrated his throat. He hoped his heart could take another twenty-five years of hot loving with his
little temptress.
by Elayne S. Venton
Doug gawked at the naked woman gliding through the turquoise depths of his swimming pool. What was
the little temptress doing? Last he’d seen her, Laurel was delivering drinks to his mother and brother in the
game room while his lovely Sandra bustled about the gardens off the west wing, overseeing the
preparations for this afternoon’s gala. Obviously, Laurel expected everyone to be occupied for some time.
A swim appealed, but right now he had no time to dally with his sexy lover. A half-written speech waited
for him upstairs.
Her sleek dark head broke the surface, rippling waves across the sun-dappled pool. Before he could call
out, she dove deep, her luscious bare bottom buoying upward then sinking beneath the water.
Oh, that sweet ass. It had captivated him from the moment he’d spied Laurel’s swinging hips heading
toward the office building’s elevator. Intrigued, he’d lunged for the open elevator door. One look into Laurel’
s deep brown eyes and his world had imploded. When she’d told him she worked as a personal shopper
for several execs, he’d hired her on the spot. Things had happened quickly after that.
Unaware of his presence, Laurel floated on her back, her nut-brown body a stark contrast to the pastel
tiles edging the pool. Arms outstretched, she paddled around the freeform pool, her breasts bobbing
invitingly, the nipples slightly peaked. The curly thatch of hair between her legs glistened with watery
diamonds. When her toes brushed the side of the pool, she pushed off the wall and spun away, her legs
spread wide, giving him a glimpse of her succulent pink pussy.
Blood rushed to his cock. The horny beast twitched and shifted against his pants’ zipper. Dammit, she was
too enticing to ignore.
In his hurry to undress, a button popped off his white oxford shirt and pinged onto the cement walkway. It
didn’t matter. Doug had an entire row of dress shirts in his walk-in closet. Still, he slipped off his trousers
with a bit more care, folding them along the crease and draping them over a lounge chair. Underwear
shimmied down his lean legs and stayed where he stepped out of them. In an instant, the hot sun baked
his pale skin. Christ, he needed to spend less time in the office and more time poolside ogling his honey. He’
d taken a step toward the sparkling water when Laurel rolled to her belly and spotted him. Surprise
widened her eyes. With a slight shake of her head, she swam toward the ladder at the deep end.
“Oh, no you don’t…” He dove in and caught up to her just as she clutched the handrails. He grabbed the
ladder one-handed above her left fist and snaked his other arm around her waist, drawing her back against
him, sucking in a breath at the slide of her slick body over his skin. “Hello, sweetheart,” he whispered into
her ear.
“I was just getting out.” Despite her claim, she didn’t lift a foot to the step. Her dangling legs bumped his
as he treaded water.
“Hang on for a few minutes, will ya?” His hand skimmed up her ribs and cupped a plump breast.
Laurel stiffened. “Someone might see.”
“It’s my house. I can do what I want. Everyone else be damned.” He nipped her earlobe. “Brace your feet
against the wall.”
“Doug…we shouldn’t.”
He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger and slowly squeezed. “No?”
She expelled a shaky breath. “The guests…”
“…won’t be here for another hour,” he said softly.
“But Sandra is home. What if she sees us…together?”
Doug chuckled. “If she sees anything, she’ll turn a blind eye. Stop worrying.” Now that he’d made up his
mind to fuck Laurel, here and now, nothing was going to stop him. “No one matters but us, darling.” As
much as he yearned to grind his cock against her ass, he nuzzled her neck instead, her weak spot. The
swirling kisses he trailed down to her collarbone cast a shiver across her shoulders.
“Mmm. You’ve persuaded me.” She gripped the ladder and planted a foot on the wall on either side of the
lowest metal rung. The water line lapped at the top curve of her breasts.
His long stiff cock bobbed between her splayed legs. “That’s it.” Doug rocked his hips against her ass,
pushing water past her to the wall. The current rushed back to his groin. It licked and caressed his balls,
swirling around like a warm wet tongue. “Oh, baby.” He sank his fingers into her breast, squeezing and
kneading. He knew exactly how she liked her breasts massaged, and he spent long minutes sculpting the
globe in his hands until his pulse thudded hard in his throat.
His sensuous lover leaned her head back, her short curly hair tickling his shoulder. Dewy eyelashes drifted
closed against the glaring sun and her ruby lips parted. The heady smell of chlorine mixed with her earthy
musk floated up from her slender neck. Like a vampire drawn to a hot, pulsing vein, he dipped his head and
sucked her warm flesh into his mouth. She moaned, the vibration tingling his lips. God, she made him hot.
He captured her lips with his, and she turned her head into his heated kiss. Tongues tangled in an erotic
dance that shot flames of desire deep into his groin.
Doug broke the breath-stealing kiss, lifted her chest clear of the water, and blew on her nipples. Watching
the tips pucker up from her large brown areolas tightened his balls in their sack.
She sighed and wiggled back against him. “Oh, Doug…” She knew exactly how to make him burn too.
He skated his hand down her belly, gliding through the tight wet curls on her mons, and cupped her. “So
soft, so sexy,” he breathed against her neck. A thick finger slipped between the pussy lips, probing her hot
center. The pulse in her neck jumped.
“I’m gonna plant my cock in you nice and deep and hard, baby.”
“Ooo…yes.” She tilted her ass up to ease his penetration, but he shifted away.
“Soon,” he teased. They’d tried making love in the water before with poor results. Water hampered urgent
movements and chlorine made a lousy lubricant. Doug never repeated a mistake, in business or pleasure.
“Scoot up that ladder, sweet thing.”
Laurel scampered up the metal steps. Doug couldn’t resist a hard slap to her jiggling ass. She yelped and
spun around, glaring at him as he rose out of the pool. Her gaze softened as she looked over his body
from head to toe.
Considering he approached his fiftieth birthday, he felt pretty damn good about his physique. His belly
wasn’t rock hard like it used to be, but he still drew the ladies’ eyes. Not the had any interest in anyone
but Laurel. She’d always be the love of his life.
Laurel’s pink tongue peeked through her lips when she ogled his erection. “Is that for me?” she asked in a
sultry tone.
“If you’re a good girl. Now go bend over that lounge chair and show me your rosy petals.” He might play
tough guy, but she had him wrapped around her little finger. He didn’t know what he’d do without her.
A warm blush tinted her cheeks, and she cast a quick glance up to the second story windows overlooking
the pool.
“Sandra is busy with the caterer,” he said, smoothing his hands down Laurel’s arms. “And her bedroom
has a garden view, as you well know.”
“Yes, but…”
“You’ve got me as hard as a hammer, honey. I need you.”
Laurel drifted the back of her fingers over Doug’s jaw and then raked her nails through the light-colored
hair on his chest. “I can never deny you.”
He growled playfully when she spun on her toes, leaned over and grabbed the sides of the lounger. He
smoothed his hands over the plush cheeks perched high in the air. A slight tap against her ankles and she
spread her legs wider. Her gleaming pink pussy lips blossomed open, perfuming the air with the scent of
sex.
“I swear, Doug. If we get caught…”
“I hope they film it for us.”
Laurel gasped in outrage.
A grin plastered on his face, Doug crouched behind his lover and blew his hot breath around her puckered
butt hole. The tiny entry contracted and expanded, the sight kicking up his heartbeat. Oh, if only he had
some lube handy. Next time. He moved on, puffing air over her moisture-beaded pussy.
“Ooo, liiick me.”
Never one to turn down his ladylove, he parted the dewy lips and lapped at her dripping cream. Mmm...
“Yes!” The more he licked, the more Laurel’s legs shook.
Her desire inflamed his. He had to take her higher. He spun on his heels and tucked his head between her
spread legs, facing her bush. Slowly swirled his tongue around her rosy clit while she moaned with pleasure.
“Suck it, Doug,” she pleaded.
As soon as his lips closed over the swollen nub, her whole body jerked. Cream flooded her sex. The harder
he sucked, the faster she rocked against his face, whining and groaning for more. Her musky scent drove
him on. He plunged his middle finger into her cunt and was rewarded by a hard contraction around the
thick digit.
“Oh, darling. Take me!”
That’s all the invitation he needed. In one smooth motion, he slid out from between her legs, spun around,
grasped her hips, and sank his stiff cock into her soft, wet pussy. Air hissed between his teeth on a sharp
indrawn breath. The muscles clamping down on him sucked him deeper and deeper. Desperate for control,
Doug pulled back and plunged into her again and again with hard, grinding thrusts. “Oh, yeah. Such a hot
mama.”
His lover expelled a harsh breath with every slap of his thighs against her round ass. “That’s it stud. Fuck
me. Fuck me,” she hissed, dropping her head. A lengthy moan wafted through the air.
Cream soaked his dick. He loved watching his long cock pump in and out of her channel, shiny from her
juices; her plump, rosy lips clinging to the wide shaft. In and out, in and out, making her body quiver in
arousal. Yeah! The sight turned him on so much he slammed into her faster. Harder. His pulse beat hard in
his throat and his breath came out in harsh puffs of air. His cock throbbed and his balls pulled up tight.
“Come on, sweetheart. Grab that orgasm and ride it.” Doug leaned over her back and caught her swollen
clit in his fingers.
Laurel choked off a cry. She shoved back against him, pistoning on his dick like she couldn’t get enough.
He felt the swell of her climax growing tighter…tighter. Oh, god!
The walls of her cunt grabbed and pulled. “Doug!”
Fire licked at his balls. The pressure on his throbbing dick made his thighs shake. “Come baby, come!” He
flicked a fingertip over her stiff nub.
Her whole body shuddered. “Oh…oh. Yeeeessss.”
Doug rammed into her quivering pussy. Once. Twice. Thrice. He threw back his head and shouted, “Fuck!”
Cum gushed through his rock hard shaft and deep into his lover’s sumptuous body.
By the time she stopped twitching, his legs wobbled on weak knees. Taking a deep breath to slow his rapid
heartbeat, he eased his spent cock from her tight wet sheath. Laurel collapsed face down onto the lounge
chair. Doug plopped his butt down beside her and rubbed her shoulders. “You rock my world, woman.”
Laurel groaned and rolled over, trying to catch her breath. “If all that noise doesn’t bring someone running,
I don’t know what will.”
Smiling, Doug pulled her onto his lap and gave her a sweet, lingering kiss.
The hiss of the sliding patio door made Doug lift his lips from his lover’s soft mouth. Heels clicked on the
brick path leading to the hidden pool. Sandra passed beneath the trellis and froze in her tracks, her lips
parted in shock. Dark, wavy, shoulder-length hair framed her pretty face. Her cheeks slowly blushed a deep
pink. Doug couldn’t help comparing the two women. Both possessed big brown eyes and full sultry lips.
Sandra’s nose was a bit thinner, her skin a shade lighter -- more mocha than chocolate, and her overall
frame slimmer. Her breasts were high and full, perfect for the burgundy halter dress that hugged her
curves down to the hem dancing in the breeze at mid-thigh, showcasing her long, shapely legs. He
marveled that such a beauty could love him as much as he loved her.
Doug squeezed the naked woman in his arms, proud and honored to have two gorgeous women lighting
up his life.
Sandra threw her hands in the air. “Mom! Dad! What are you doing? The guests are arriving!” She looked
askance. “It’s not every day you celebrate twenty-five years of marriage. Go get dressed!” Blowing out an
exasperated sigh, Sandra spun on her heel and disappeared down the path.
Laurel smiled up at her husband. “Happy Anniversary, love.” She drew his head down for another deep,
heart-wrenching kiss.
A moan vibrated his throat. He hoped his heart could take another twenty-five years of hot loving with his
little temptress.
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