not proofread, cunnilingus reader!receiving, fingering reader!receiving, summer horniness
i need a pool and sevika there to fuck me
being back home from the city for summer wasn't easy at all, no... the absolutely terminal boredom, lack of hot people or people in general was getting to you hard after two weeks. thankfully, your father had had the sense to get the pool cleaned finally. all that gunk between the tiles was starting to gross you out. god knows what grows in there...
you were laid out on a sunbed in whatever string bikini you had laying around. you held the bottom of the glass of raspberry soda to your chest, the frosted surface giving you a moment of relief from the scorching sun. you couldn't be mad at the heat, though. what it got you this time was your parents away at the summer cottage and the hottest woman you'd ever seen cleaning that damned pool.
you had been watching her for a while now, asking questions about what she's doing and listening to her jazz-lounge-level-of-sexy voice answer you.
and god almighty when she got that long ass broom thingy out- you could stare at her sweaty arms flex for the rest of your days. she definitely deserved a break, being as hardworking as she is.
"sevika!" you called out to her to get her attention. "come take a break" you smiled and made space for her on the double wide sunbed you had been hogging for yourself. she thought about it for a moment... another... well, it was midday already anyway. she walked over to you with a kind of confidence and ease that could make any girl swoon.
she laid on the sunbed beside you, scootching closer. you set your glass down and took a shameless ogle at her, up and down the whole way with a linger on a select few spots.
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you let out a sigh of pleasure into sevika's mouth, her fingers working in perfect pumps and curls inside you. you squeezed at her tit, grabbing a nice handful as you grinded your hips against her palm. sevika moved down, kissing your neck and shoulders and all the way to your soft stomach. she gradually rolled you over onto your back, kissing all over your stomach as she moved her free hand to rub at your clit.
sevika replaced her hand with her mouth, kissing at your pussy and reaching up to play with your hardened nipples. she moaned into the wetness of your cunt, licking eagerly at your clit. the heat didn't feel so torturous anymore, being replaced with white-hot passion from both of you.
her grey eyes looked up at you, watching your pleasured expression as she did her all to make you feel good. your toes curled, sevika's fingers in you and her mouth on your clit overwhelmed you but in the best way.
you were wet all the way to your puckered hole and inner thighs, sticking to sevika's whole lower face. not that she minded at all- in fact, she hoped she could smell you more often. maybe every day. maybe every hour of every day.
you felt the pleasure building up, your moans growing louder and more open. you held sevika's hair, her silky black hair, and pushed her face deeper into your pussy. she moaned in tandem with you, moving her hand from your tits down her own pants, stroking her sticky hard clit with he thumb and index finger.
as your hips began bucking up to chase the pleasure, sevika instinctively humped the sunbed. god, if only she could eat you out and be inside you at the same time...
you came with a cry of pleasure, sevika drooling into your pussy as she came with you. she ate all of your sticky cum off your pussy, moving up to kiss you. you grabbed her face all tender, rolling around with her as you made out in the summer sun. "pool round next?" sevika said half-jokingly. you chuckled and pulled her into a kiss once more.
maybe the pool needs some weekly cleaning? yeah, it definitely does...
Calling out of the blue just as you were thinking about her, bringing home a snack you’ve been silently craving, offering a massage before you’re even home like she can feel your own exhaustion without needing to see you.
Today is one of those cases. You lay face down on your shared bed, no top as her thick fingers knead and pressing into your tense muscles, toes curling as she works out kinks and knots.
“Oh my god… you know me too well it’s a little scary.”
She chuckles, hands flattening as she rubs warmth into your skin. “S’my weird super power except it only works with you.”
“That doesn’t sound too super. It’s only one person.”
You sit with your ordered drink, the quiet chatter and serene atmosphere of the café already calming your wound-up nervous system. It had been a long day at you job at the local florist’s and it was only lunch. Order after order of bouquets, sympathy arrangements, and walk-ins had your head spinning, thoughts all over the place even now as you wait for your fiancée.
A blender whirs in the background as the entrance bell chimes, and that familiar gait click click clicks it’s way over to you.
Emma stops beside your booth dipped in white like always, wearing an off the shoulder long sleeve top with long flowy pants. Her lips were smiling, but her gaze was obviously critical of the seating. She leans down despite it, planting a kiss on your temple.
“Hello darling. Have you eaten already? I hope not, I’m on time today.”
You shake your head, pressing down your smirk as you watch her blue eyes go from you to the seating once again.
“No, just got a drink.’ You pause, tilting your head. ‘Do you wanna sit somewhere else?”
Her brow twitches. “No…”
You finally laugh, pulling out a small pack of wet wipes from your purse, and wipe the spot beside you. Her lips purse as she gives you a flat look.
“You just love to see me squirm.”
You dry the space and pat beside you.
“Just a little.”
She settles next to you, looking over your weary features.
“Tell me about your day.” Her manicured hand settles on your thigh, rubbing up and down in a soothing pattern.
You sigh, taking another sip of your drink.
“The owner of the store is there today. She’s been on my ass about production speed which would totally be fine if she didn’t cut my hours… which is essentially my practice time. I don’t understand that lady.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.
Emma hums a sound of acknowledgment. Pulling her phone from her pocket, and typing something. “You know how I feel about your hours darling. Having two jobs won’t ever be kind to you, with or without hours.”
“Yeah, well I’ve got goals to reach and money to make, babe.” You say flatly.
The two of you have had this conversation more than once, enough to consider it an argument.
She utterly doesn’t understand why you’d have a job let alone two when you’re engaged to her. You don’t understand why you’d stop working when still you’re able to, and flat out don’t want to solely rely on one person, rich wife of not.
She feels like it’s a slight on her and her ability to provide. You feel like it’s disrespectful towards you and all you’ve carried yourself through.
The two of you fall quiet for a moment before she sets her phone down with a slight clatter. “Our lunch will be here any moment.”
You blink.
“We’re not eating here?”
“…well we can if you’d like, I just ordered your favorite from that greasy chicken place.”
“No, no we can’t eat that. Let’s wait for it and move to the park or something to eat.”
She nods, still seeming to have something on her mind, but leaves it be. The food arrives, and you decide to take her car and sit at the top of an empty car parking lot, eating on pink food trays you’d bought recently. You look to her, her pretty face content as she chews.
“Tell me about your day baby.”
She washes down her bite of food.
“Two board meetings this morning, both for the next quarter. There are quite a few ideas they wanted me to vet, but I sent them all back to the drawing board. People keep presenting me with things we already do. Why would I green light that? They’re testing my patience my love.”
Player!Caitlyn Kiramman who you first see outside one of your campus’ dorms in the parking lot, unloading her things out of her car and talking to girls here and there as they approach or greet her.
You catch her eye in a shared class, and she introduces herself. You’re both pursuing your Master’s, and both are happily single (her more so).
The rumors had reached you first. Murmurs of her sleeping with Vi, a girl a year younger than you but charisma much older. Lest, a girl finishing up her Bachelor’s of Cosmetology who would often meet with Caitlyn in her car, or be seen leaving her place exclusively at night. There has even been mentions of a Professor here and there.
She hadn’t denied them either. She’d asked you outright if you wanted to come to her place for drinks and then later if you liked women. She explained that yeah, she wasn’t dating seriously, and enjoyed that freedom as much as she wanted.
“I mean look at you. How could I not?”
After that, one thing led to another, and you found yourself under her for the first time a week later.
She was attentive, focused solely on the two of you feeling good. She’d kiss slow, panting while her fingers pumped in and out of you, pressing on that ridged and gummy spot that had your back arching.
She’d have her arms hooked around your thighs while she sucked and licked on your clit, pretty blue eyes watching with a quiet satisfaction as you fell apart.
Sucking on your nipples, tongue swirling while she held your vibrator to your clit.
Sitting on your face while her hips rolled and lashes fluttered.
All of it is personal and seemingly as intimate as it could get.. until you were brought back down to earth about being one of many.
Finding lace panties under her bed or seeing a strap harness dangling from her headboard was pretty humbling.
It was even more so bumping into a TA and fellow student Mel, on the way to Caitlyn’s place.
You’d thought about calling it off plenty of times, but it was like she could sense it and she’d invite you over.
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