I walked up the path to Damo’s place, the afternoon sun beating down on my back. The front door was unlocked, as usual, so I let myself in, calling out for him. No answer. I found Marilyn by the pool, lounging on a sunbed in a robe that did little to hide the curves underneath.
"Hey, love," she said, flashing me a smile as she sat up. "Damo’s out for the day. You free to help me move something?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What’s the something?"
She laughed, slipping off the robe to reveal a tight, shiny blue bikini that clung to her like a second skin. Her tits pressed against the fabric, the nipples already hard from the sun. "Something heavy," she said, standing up and stretching. "But I think you can handle it."
I followed her inside, my eyes lingering on the way her ass filled out the bikini bottoms. She led me to the spare room, where a stack of boxes sat. "Just need to shift these to the garage," she said, bending over to pick one up.
I couldn’t help but stare as her tits nearly spilled out of the top. "You’re gonna need help with that," I said, my voice rough.
She smirked. "I was hoping you’d say that."
We carried the boxes outside, but Marilyn wasn’t done teasing me. "You know, I was thinking," she said, lying back on the sunbed, "I could use some help with my sunscreen."
I swallowed hard. "Yeah? Where’s Damo’s cream?"
She patted the space next to her. "Right here. But you’ll need to get close."
I knelt beside her, the scent of coconut oil filling the air as I squeezed lotion onto my hands. She turned over, her bikini top untied, and I spread the oil over her shoulders. Her skin was warm, smooth, and my fingers lingered a little too long.
"More," she murmured, shifting her hips. "On my back."
I did as she asked, my hands sliding down her spine, then lower, to the small of her back. She moaned softly, her ass pressing against me. "You’re good at this," she said, turning back over. "But I think I missed a spot."
She unhooked her top, letting it fall away, and my breath hitched. Her tits were perfect—full, round, with hard nipples begging for attention. "Marilyn," I muttered.
She grinned. "You like them?"
I didn’t answer, just cupped one in my hand, squeezing gently. She gasped, her back arching into my touch. "More oil," she panted. "Everywhere."
I poured more lotion onto her chest, rubbing it in slow circles, my thumbs teasing her nipples. She whimpered, her hands gripping the edges of the sunbed. "You’re killing me," she breathed.
Then she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, pulling them aside just enough to expose the slick, shaved lips of her pussy. "You missed a spot," she said, her voice dripping with need.
I groaned, my fingers brushing against her wetness. She was so fucking hot, so ready for me. "Marilyn," I warned, but she just laughed, spreading her legs wider.
"Damo will never know," she whispered. "Just a little more…"
I couldn’t resist. My fingers slid deeper, her juices coating them as I stroked her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. "Fuck, yes," she hissed. "Right there."
I rubbed her faster, her body trembling as she got closer to the edge. Then she grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "Not yet," she panted. "I want your mouth first."
I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees between her thighs, my tongue replacing my fingers as I licked up her slit. She tasted like heaven—sweet, salty, intoxicating. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth.
"Oh god, yes!" she screamed, her hips grinding against my face. I lapped at her, fucking her with my tongue until she was a writhing mess beneath me. Then, with a final flick of my tongue, she came, her juices flooding my mouth as she screamed my name.
I didn’t give her a chance to recover. I stood up, yanking down my shorts and freeing my cock. She licked her lips, her eyes dark with hunger. "Fuck me," she begged. "Please, I need it."
I lined myself up with her entrance, the head of my dick pressing against her slick folds. She was so tight, so wet, and when I pushed inside, we both groaned. "Yes," she hissed, her nails digging into my back as I thrust into her.
The tempo was slow at first, each stroke deep and deliberate, but she was having none of it. "Harder," she demanded, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Fuck me like you mean it."
I gave in, pounding into her with everything I had. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her moans filling the air as I pounded her into the sunbed. Her walls clenched around me, her orgasm building again, and this time, I wasn’t holding back.
With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and came, my cock pulsing inside her as she screamed my name. We collapsed together, breathless and spent, the afternoon sun beating down on us.
Marilyn smirked up at me, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. "So," she said, her voice smug. "Was that worth bending the rules a little?"
I laughed, pulling her against me. "Worth every second."
And it was.