The Devil's In The Details.

I watch Dani swimming seemingly effortlessly in our pool. Length follows length in graceful movements that propel her at a speed I couldn’t hope to match. As she draws her feet up to her bum for the kick of a breast stroke, her knees widen and part and I know, as all girls know, that some of the pool water will go inside her. Lucky pool water!

Emily glances at me and smiles. “Ok…I know when I’m not wanted.” She gets up and gives me the sight of her perfect tight bum as she walks from the room. Miss Brian informs me that I must touch my clit, right now, and cum in seconds, but that’s not what I want…or what I need.

Dani emerges from the water like Venus rising from the waves. I see her perfect glistening body as she walks to the shower and from there to the drying cabinet. I’m so glad I bought this, even though it does look cumbersome. You stand under infra-red lamps while warm air is blown over you in a computer-controlled cycle. Apparently the machine measures the humidity in the air coming off you and adjusts itself accordingly. Whatever, all I know is it dries you completely and very quickly, but doesn’t burn you. Clever. 

I see Dani, suddenly look down and she bends one knee outwards. A trickle of water is running down her leg. Vaginas don’t hold onto water very long. She looks up and directly at me with a rueful, knowing little smile. I am jealous of each and every water molecule that has been inside her.

As she walks toward me, I notice she has gone smooth again. Dani either keeps herself fully shaven, or at best allows herself a small, perfectly trimmed growth of pubic hair. Think somewhere between puberty and adolescence. Her boobs. Damn….absolute perfection. Dani just edges into the “B” category. She likes me to call them her tits. In fact, she has become quite crude in her use of sexual language, not because I’ve taught her or, God forbid, insisted, but for the best and in my view only valid reason. It turns her on. When she is in her (what we call) ‘crude mood’ talking dirty to her can actually make her cum. Like all girls though, as she goes through her cycle, she has more soft romantic times, while at others she wants sex that is verging on the violent.

I adore the gentle swell of her belly. Her belly button, pierced now with a tiny gold bar, is so attractive. Her back is not without its attractions too. What did they used to call them? Tramp stamps? Dani has one now, although it’s not anything like the size some women sport. It works though. Allan saw it briefly once and said, “I’d love to watch my cum rolling off that tattoo." Well, Allan sweetie, you never know what Santa might bring.

Dani stands in front of me. She knows. She always knows. I want her to see my sex. God knows why. She’s seen it often enough. Anyway, I bring my feet up to my bum and flop my knees slowly apart. I know I’m wet. I know she will see my creamy girl cum between my labia. Oh, and oozing down the crack of my bum, it seems. Cheekily, I give a little internal squeeze to push more out. I learned that this trick can really milk a boy's cock. It has other uses too. 

Dani’s eyes slowly lower, tacking down my body, over my tiny boobs, over my flat belly to my bald mound and then to my swollen labia. The words she utters could, on face value, be taken insultingly, oh, but you should have heard the tone in her voice…seen the flush across her upper chest….and noted the way she flicked her hair back behind her ear. “You look like a 13 year old who has just cum for the first time.” Dani loves age play as much as I do. “I might look like that…but I haven’t cum.” Dani smiles. “Yet”. 

She seems to flow up my sun bed as she kisses up the insides of my thighs. When she gets to my labia, her tongue gently parts the moist folds and finds the erect clit poking out of its hood. A couple of flicks and I’m almost there. Dani reaches between her own legs, then shows me two glistening fingers. She times it to perfection. Before her wetness evaporates, she pushes her fingers inside me. The mere thought that I have her vaginal wetness inside me is enough. I turn my head to one side, and bite the knuckle of my right thumb like some reluctant virgin being pushed over the edge for the first time. 

Oh, but I cum hard though. I feel myself convulsing around her fingers. There’s no need for any anal play. Today, the unspoken ‘mood’ is all making a girl cum for her first time. I play the pubescent virgin role to perfection, and it’s just what Miss Brain needs. In fact, Miss Brain sits back with her popcorn and watches the show, applauding wildly when I climax. 

But it takes two to tango, and that’s just my side. When I regain something approaching normality, I look deeply into Dani’s eyes and I see a raging tumultuous desire there. There have been sexual encounters since she’s been home….a little mutual masturbation…the. Occasional licking out…..but the flame burns hot and strong this winter’s morning. 

We swap places on the lounger. Dani’s hair falls in blonde tresses about her head. There is a resounding slapping sound and to my surprise, I find I have just slapped her across the face. Her head recoils with the impact. Another slap, this time catching the very tip of her nipples. “You horny fucking bitch! Spread your legs!” I don’t wait for her to comply. I yank her legs apart and she too is running with wetness. I look again into her eyes, gauging whether I have got it right or made a terrible mistake. Her panting and eager expression are reassuring. 

I do something I have never done to any girl before. I use my hand to slap her hard on her clit. Dani jumps and moans one word. “Again!” Another slap, and another. Her girl cum splatters onto her inner thighs. I simply have to taste her. I dive between her legs and stick my tongue up her. Dani writhes in ecstasy. Instinct, pure instinct and nothing else tells me that my fingers don’t belong in her vagina today. 

I copy her trick of wetting two of my fingers with my own cum and then, with no preliminary care, I push them firmly up Dani’s tight arse. Her back arches, and a sibilant, “Yesssssss,” emerges from her mouth. Returning my tongue's attention to her clit, I bum fuck her vigorously. Dani’s head thrashes from side to side and she groans. I stop flicking her bean with my tongue long enough to say, “Cum, you dirty fucking cunt.” Oh the power I get into those words! 

Dani’s back arches off the lounger and I feel a warm spray hit my tits. Dani orgasms and squirts prodigiously and I feel every glorious contraction on my fingers. Bum fucking her is something we will do a lot more of. Maybe even Allan might sample these delights one day.

Afterwards, we cuddle for a while before I lead her gently back to the pool.

The builders didn’t understand why I wanted extra jets, and place them so closely together in a couple of places, but Dani and I find the two I was heading for. We both flatten our knees against the side of the pool and let the jets work on our clits. We hold one another’s hands and we talk only about how we are feeling at that priceless moment. 

Dani cums first with a series of gentle sighs and a long moan of pleasure. I follow moments later. For the first time in a very long time, I quell a thought that has been offered by Miss Brain. I desperately want Dani to pee her panties on me. The mere image becomes like a fire in my brain, but. It’s not good to give Miss Brain total control, and anyway, Dani hasn’t been home that long. Maybe it’s something she doesn’t like anymore, or at least, something we may need to build back up to, so I stamp the thought down. Miss Brain is not a happy camper! 

We climb out of the pool a little unsteadily, truth be told. We share the drying cabinet, and, still naked, we walk to the door. “Anna?” Dani’s void is soft, yet heavy with desire. “Mmm?” She pauses a little…..”I….I really want to pee on you again.” I lead her back into the pool room and lie down. 

Oh well….what's a girl to do?