Michael Smith - Siblings

After several minutes of mutual stroking and caressing, she climbed up and breathed into my ear, which produced a wave of delightful shivers down my neck. "Why don't we move up toward the other end?" she whispered.

I watched the last of the other pool inhabitants gathering up towels and sandals and strolling back into the building. It was full dusk now, and the pool's underwater lights had come on, but they weren't too bright.

"Sounds good to me," I replied.

Connie adroitly unwrapped herself and headed for the four-foot marker with long, powerful strokes. After a few moments of stretching my abused left arm, I set out after her.

When I arrived, she had her back to the pool wall and her legs spread wide. "C'mere," she said softly. As I moved in and put my arms around her torso, she wrapped her legs loosely around my waist and hooked her wrists behind my neck. Her kiss was long and sensuous, accompanied by rhythmic movements of her crotch against my groin.

Alex and I had been together so long, we nearly always moved to each other by mutual but unspoken consent. Connie's aggressive style of sex play was new to me and I found it exhilarating.

I gripped both cheeks of her perfect ass and pressed her harder to me. She raised herself up a little and I attempted to suck her nipples out through the surface of her suit. She grabbed a shock of my hair in her teeth and tugged my head up, then wiggled her tongue between her lips in invitation. She was expecting a deep kiss, but instead I grabbed her tongue with my lips, as I had done her nipples a moment before, and sucked. I was trying to match her "surprise" style of foreplay by making it up as I went along – and with that move I succeeded.

Her dark eyes widened. She wrapped both arms around my head, crushed her mouth hard against mine, and strained to push her surprisingly long tongue down my throat. She growled a little and both our mouths vibrated. Her thighs tightened around my waist and I wondered in passing if I would end up with a cracked vertebra. She mashed her crotch so hard against my cock I was certain I could feel the lips of her cunt on either side of it, even through both our suits.

After a minute or two of convulsive dry-humping she seemed to regain her senses enough to realize that I was becoming very short of breath. She loosened her scissor-grip and pulled her head back to stare into my eyes. Her lips were parted and her waterproof lipstick was smeared all over her mouth. She continued to grasp and tug and release my hair with both hands.

"Oh, you're beautiful! Where have you been all my life?" Her voice shook a little.

Another cliche, but this time I had an answer. "I've been waiting to meet a water sprite, and here you are," I replied. I combed my fingers back through that shining black hair. "If you're planning to lure me away to the bottom of the sea, I'm ready to go."

Connie was regaining control of her voice now. "How's your room? Single or double occupant?"

"Just me and a double bed," I replied.

"Then I think we ought to get in out of this cool breeze. For our health. And my bed's King-size."

I hadn't been paying attention to the weather, but she was right. The cool San Diego night breeze was giving me goosebumps. I waded on up the slope of the shallow end and went carefully up the steps; Connie still had her arms and legs wrapped around me. She was so small I could have carried her back to the room that way, but I didn't want to risk running into some senior faculty member with a beautiful girl plastered across my front like bronze armor.

She must have had the same thought because she suddenly let go of me, landing perfectly poised and reaching for her towel. I was certain now that she must be a gymnast as well as a swimmer and diver: Every move she made, every step she took, was so effortlessly graceful. I doubted that she had ever stumbled or tripped in her life. I admired her as much as I lusted for her.

We kissed again in the elevator between floors until an older couple got on. Then we stood silently in the back of the car, Connie in front of me. I was running my open hands over her ass while she reached back to caress my cock through my trunks. We both squirmed but neither of us made a sound.

When we got off at the 10th Floor, Connie looked up and down the hall, saw no one, and immediately pinned me to the wall with her body. I assumed she was going to kiss me again and I began to lean down, but instead she stuck out her tongue and painted a wet stripe up the front of my throat, Adam's apple to chin. She giggled and trotted away up the corridor while I stood frozen by the burning mark. I had to hurry to catch up. Nobody had ever better take*this* woman for granted, I thought.

Inside the room, Connie's first move was to lock and bolt the door. I flicked on the overhead light but she turned it off again and switched on only the small bedside reading lamp. Now it was private and dim. She pushed me gently back to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she spread her knees and sat astride my lap, leaning back on her heels so she could scan my face. I put my hands along the sides of her damp thighs to balance her, and she played with the hairs on the backs of my wrists. Her expression had become serious.

"Michael, you seem like a sweet guy, not the sort to try to take advantage of me." I raised an eyebrow and she smiled; who was taking advantage of whom?

"I mean, I don't think you'd try to force yourself on me. So I'm going to tell you some things up front that you ought to know about me. First, I'm not as crazy as I sometimes act. I'm smart, I'm successful at whatever I do, and I'm on my way up in my field. I do act silly when I feel like it, and today I just kinda feel like it.

"Second, I like sex – no, I*adore* it. I enjoy acting sexy, by myself or with a man – if I like him. I sure like you. I guess I'm just a sensual person. But that doesn't mean I'm an easy lay; no one carves another notch on his cock with me! I've had two serious love affairs in the past five or six years and perhaps a dozen one- or two-night stands. I even made it with a complete stranger once – spur of the moment, fifteen minutes of fantasy, bam, and I'm gone. But I'm usually very picky; it's been more than two months since I fucked a guy and a couple weeks since I even kissed anyone. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think you're saying," I replied, "that you'd like to spend some time with me – I hope you will – but that it's your choice to make." I shrugged. "Well, it always is, isn't it? The woman's choice, I mean." I patted her legs lightly in what I hoped was a reassuring gesture.

"Connie, I like women, almost all women, beautiful or not. And I respect them – if that makes any sense right now. Rape is not my thing. Seduction, maybe, but that's a game, and both sides take their chances; if it comes out right, nobody loses. I think*I'm* the one who's being seduced this time, and I don't mind at all. We don't know each other well enough yet for you to tell the difference between my brand of flattery and the honest truth – but I tell you honestly and truthfully that you are one of the most absolutely beautiful and desirable women it's even been my good fortune to meet. We'll play by your rules, I promise."

I took her by the shoulders and began to bring her within kissing range, but she stopped me. "Third," she said. I waited.

"I hate to hurt the man I'm with as much as I love having fun with him, as long as it lasts. I've been in love twice, or I thought I was, and both of us were hurt each time it ended. I'm not fool enough to think anyone can predict that they will or won't fall in love, and I don't believe in 'love at first sight' anyway." I could see some painful memories behind her infinitely dark eyes.

"If I get involved with a guy, for a few weeks or even a few hours, I won't run around on him. I don't mind a little*temporary* possessiveness in a man – in fact, I take it as a compliment. I can be possessive, too!" She flashed another smile.