Drifter's Blues (Erotic Noir) by P.J. Tallis Read Free Book Online

She reached up to press her mouth against his once more, a quick and tantalising kiss.
    ‘Come,’ she said. She took hold of his hand and began to lead him back to the shallow end, insistent. There was a bed in the chalet and she needed him on it, right now, entwined with her.
    Kyle followed where she led, but when they reached the end of the pool and she hauled herself up over the edge he said, ‘Wait.’
    She turned, sitting on the side. Still in the water himself, he crouched and, gently but firmly, eased her legs apart.
    When she realized what he was going to do, Donna spread her thighs wide and, gripping the back of his head, her fingers ensnared in his hair, she pushed his face toward her vulva.
    His nose and lips and tongue met her labia and probed greedily, wantonly at first as he tasted her. She wiggled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his face, reveling in the friction. Kyle rose out of the water a little to be able to get in closer, and past her mound of hair she saw his eyes gazing up at her, mischief dancing in them. Then an unutterably delicious sensation overcame her as he stretched his mouth wide and his upper lip and teeth began to stimulate her clitoris while the tip of his tongue penetrated past her labia and entered her cunt.
    This time her orgasm came more quickly, as if she’d been primed by the first one. Her ass and thighs shuddered as if she had the ague and long slow moans of delight seemed to emanate from her without her initiating them. Kyle carried on his attentions, pushing his tongue ever deeper into her and using his finger now to rub her clit so that a third orgasm followed almost impossibly soon.
    Her body writhing, abandoned to sensation, Donna watched Kyle climb out of the water and stand before her, dripping and glistening, his huge cock rigid and fully erect again, nodding slightly at her. She rose to her knees, eager to take it in her mouth. But a sudden selfish hunger seized her, a craving for more pleasure herself. It was as if, having come three times in quick succession, she needed to prolong the excitement. There’d be plenty of time, plenty of opportunity, later on to show Kyle what she could do with her mouth.
    Donna rose to her feet and led Kyle into the chalet with its bed. This time it wasn’t his hand she took a hold of.
     
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    For the first time Kyle faced fully what he’d done.
    His tongue traced a slow, languorous circle around the nipple of Donna’s right breast, the areola contracting in diameter and the nipple itself darkening and rising erect. Beneath his lips the breast itself was firm and springy. He felt warmth easing its way into his cock again, felt the stirrings of a new hardon.
    What he’d done was, he’d had sex with his employer’s wife. In broad daylight, in his employer’s pool, the one he was paid to keep clean.
    It was ethically wrong, it was a betrayal of trust. And it was a dumb move, because it would destroy Kyle’s reputation around here and nobody – well, no guy , anyhow – in the neighbourhood would want to employ him again.
    Kyle thought about all of these things, and realized he didn’t give a damn.
    Blair Thurgood was the worst kind of asshole: a man who beat his wife. As far as Kyle was concerned, his wife was completely justified in sleeping with someone else. It was far less than Blair deserved. So any guilt Kyle had felt up until this morning about his feelings towards Donna had disappeared entirely.
    He had to admit, when she’d appeared in that tiny, too-small bikini by the pool, her ripe body straining to burst free, Kyle had been hoping against hope that Donna would decide to sunbathe topless too, like the girl Madison the previous week. Even when she hadn’t, he’d been turned on enough by what he had seen of her that he was already forming the images of her in his mind that he’d jerk off to later – no, he no longer felt the need to substitute another woman for Donna in his fantasies, not after how he’d