Jennifer Ames - Wet and Ready

I felt hot, too. I trimmed my pussy hair and shaved my legs. There was a line of musky perfume across my upper thighs, running to circle my belly button. I dipped into the bottle again, continuing up between my naked breasts and finishing on both sides of my neck.

Yeah. I looked good enough to eat. Literally, I hope.

I looked around after arriving at the party, and stood alone, sipping a glass of white wine. The lounge was already full. A college might not pay well, but they threw one hell of a party. Free food and cheap drinks twice a month was one of the perks of the job.

This was my first party. I got lots of catty looks from the women, and more admiring glances from guys. After a few drinks, several of them started hitting on me. There were these two men in particular that were really interesting. I was trying to figure a way of inviting both of them back to my little room at the same time.

Then a familiar, smiling face came toward me. It was Doug Martin. He looked really nice out of his work clothes. Tonight, he was in a nice pin-striped suit cut to flatter his body. The bald spot on his head that's usually so obvious when he's in the pool wasn't nearly as noticeable with his hair combed.

I smiled, happy to see this older man, and I realized again that I really liked Doug now that I knew him better. We 'd just started talking when a man walked directly up to us. It was Dr. Benson, the athletic director. I didn't know him, but I recognized him from the picture someone had hung in my office.

"I'll check with the board in the morning, Coach," the new man said, not even noticing me in his rush. "I did reach one member, the President. She said that if we can't match that offer, the college will give you a release from your contract. We'll let you go, but reluctantly."

Coach Martin looked sheepishly over to me, then thanked the athletic director. After he hurried off, I turned back to Doug. "What's going on, Coach?" I asked.

"I wanted to talk to you," he started. "I'm sorry you heard it like that." "You don't need to check with me before making decisions," I laughed. "I'm just the team's nurse."

"No!" he said very sharply. "You're much more than that to me, Jessica. Much more."

We started to talk, but the noise was too loud. I could tell that he didn't want to yell, so I suggested that we take a walk. We went outside. I could tell that he was nervous so I reached for his hand. We walked like two kids on a date, angling along on the sidewalk that led to the swimming and diving complex.

Our head coach had made a name for himself over the past four years. He'd been offered the job as head swimming and diving coach, plus assistant athletic director, with a major college. He was flying out in the morning to take a look at the facilities and to have a personal talk with his new boss. He wouldn't be rich, but he'd make a lot of money.

Then Doug told me that there was nothing holding him back-me. I was shocked, and flattered. He started telling me how much he liked me, and that he didn't want to leave after finally meeting me.

We stopped walking. Coach reached for me. I melted into his arms, feeling his strong embrace as our mouths met. His tongue was soft and enticing as it entered my mouth, then eager as I caught it and sucked gently over the slippery flesh.

The kiss broke. I looked around to see if we were being watched. I saw several people in the area. Then I noticed that we had stopped right in front of the water sports building.

I giggled at Doug. He took out a key ring, swinging them as he grinned back at me.

"Why, Coach Martin," I said. "I do believe that you're trying to take advantage of me. You plan to whisk me away and have your manly way with me where no one will hear my screams." "Exactly that, madam," he answered.

We went inside. The entire building was black. Doug started to put on the lights, and I made him stop when I saw the pool lights come on. It was so romantic with only the underwater lights on in a totally black sky. It was as if we were in our own private water world with some warm, tropical lagoon at our disposal.

With Doug watching my every more, I stepped to the side of the pool. I kicked off my shoes. With my dress tied around my neck, I opened the top, holding it in place around my breasts for a few seconds to tease him, then I dropped the material away.

"God, you're so beautiful, Jessica," Coach Martin said. "There's more," I whispered. I stepped out of the dress, standing naked in

the dim pool light. Coach Martin reached for me, but I twisted and escaped. "Catch me!" I yelled, jumping into the pool.

I swam away in the softly lit water, my feet touching as I passed the middle of the pool. This pool was dark from the inside. I paddled as quietly as I could over to the edge of the pool, bouncing on my tiptoes to keep my mouth and nose above the water line.

He was fast for a man of 42. Even now, he could out-swim half the kids on the swimming team in the shorter dashes when he wanted to. In his younger days, he must have been something. He came at me like a shark, with powerful strokes that I felt even before I saw him.

He took me like an animal, too, bobbing up our of the dark water and holding me with his strong arms in a way that allowed no chance of escape. My naked wet breasts crushed into his chest. Doug's bare prick prodded into my belly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and his hand dug into my quivering ass.

We were too excited to play or hold back. I felt his need. His urgency. He wanted me, and he wanted me now. My legs wrapped around his waist. I hooked my hands into the overflow lip at poolside, hanging on to stay upright as Doug drove his enlarged cock into my pussy. There was just one shove, no guiding the swollen prick in and out gently to get me ready. Neither of us needed those niceties. He just reached back and drove that stiff boner home, instantly filling me with the hot hardness of his luscious cock meat. I love it.

"Ooooh, yes!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the huge, empty building. "Fuck me. Oooooh, fuck me, darling!"

Doug locked around my floating body, gripping my breasts tightly as I arched my back instinctively, presenting my hot pussy for his throbbing prick. As that lovely hardness ripped through my tender tissues, I again locked my legs behind his driving ass.

"Yes," I groaned. "Hard and fast. Fuck me, Doug. Really fuck me, baby. I wanna cum. Oooooh, yes! I wanna cum now!"

The wet splashing of the water around our naked bodies in the dark building was so exciting. I wiggled, trying to enhance our water fuck, but there wasn't much I could do other than hang on and keep my head from banging against the side of the pool.

There was nothing I could do on the outside, that is. On the inside, I was working every muscle I could control to make my hot cunt tight and slippery over that wildly fucking prick. My cunt grabbed at his hard-on with warm, wet squeezes of my own.

I felt my cunt walls expanding, stretching as they molded to fit Doug's invading cock. He was moving slowly because of the water, jabbing his lovely hard-on deep into my oozing cunt. Then he held it there, buried to the hilt in my fur-ringed trap for several glorious seconds, before he yanked his jerking prick back out for another body-shuddering thrust.

He was fully in control of me, his full-length, pounding strokes causing sizzling sensations that started in my creaming cunt and surged through my floating body. He picked up the pace, hammering in and out of my juicy wetness, bringing me up higher and higher with a head-spinning dizzying speed. I was defenseless. I felt my pussy clenching and clamping around Doug's wonderful hard cock.

"Ooooh, baby," I groaned as the gut-wrenching orgasm hit. "I'm cumming, Doug. Oooh, you're making me cum, Coach!"