A.H. Scott: Teddy Bare

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Mary used her key that Teddy gave her to pop into his house when he wasn’t there to enjoy his pool in the back.

White dress with black buttons was quickly undone, as Mary peeled off blush colored bra and panty.

She knew he would be home soon and took a quick swim to cool off.  

Coming to the shallow end of the pool, she pulled herself partially onto the deck.

Resting her head atop of her arms on the edge of the pool, Mary closed her eyes with her legs lightly brushing against the Italian marble so cool.

Teddy had arrived to his home about ten minutes earlier and changed out of his boring attire into something frisky for this sunny afternoon in August.

Teddy bare was a pleasant sight out of the corner of Mary’s eye, as he dove into the opposite end of the pool.

Little was a splash made as his sights were set upon her.

Mary closed her eyes again and called out to the swimmer approaching her, “Teddy, how was your day?”

Coming closer to where she was, Teddy was eager to reply, “Better now to have your luscious body beaming beneath the sun’s rays”.

Mary was no fool, as she perched herself slightly outside of the waterline of that pool. Her ass was like a peach on the horizon of a ripple of water.

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Teddy had hands quite sizable, which Mary enjoyed in any kind of variable on her body.

That first touch of fingers making contact with her hips made Mary murmur a bit.

Scooping upward around both breasts, Teddy’s hands massaged each nipple slowly and pressed his body inside of her from behind.

Inside of Mary’s flower, she welcomed every insertion of this man’s desire.

Yet, this woman had her own sense of power in being with him.

Natural slip and slide of mutual inches of expanding pride were setting off sparks in the shallow end of that pool.

Teddy’s hands caressed her moist ass with adoring care, as Mary’s palms playfully drummed out a beat against the edge of that pool.

So good it was, as she made her move on him with measured pace of motioning herself around in that water to face this lusty man of this house.

Their eyes met as did their flesh again and again. Water moved between them with every point of contact, as intensity and serenity filled their gazes.

Tongues teased one another; with his tip racing along right side of her neck and soft kisses she was giving to his left cheek and parallel pectoral.

Feeling him inside of her, Mary’s soul pulsated with that headiness of horniness that she rarely revealed to anyone.

As for Teddy, he was a man consumed with pleasure in being with a woman who knew what she needed and expressed herself as wanting in fulfillment.

Locomotion of push and pull was theirs in that water, as Mary’s arms and legs wrapped around Teddy’s body.

Trickle of culmination, confidence and care came in satisfaction’s exhalation and roaring enthrallment in that pool area.

On a sun-drenched afternoon in August that was delightfully beyond compare, Mary expressed her deepest gratitude to Teddy bare.

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