Fucked By The Pool Guy

Cassie popped open the bottle of sun cream and squeezed out a generous amount into her palm. She rubbed the cream into the firm skin of her shoulders and upper chest, taking special care to smooth it into the soft mounds of her breast not covered by the thin material of her bikini top. The cream was cool against her skin, and it made her shiver slightly as she massaged it all in, her nipples pricking slightly under her bikini top. She repeated the process of applying the cream going down her body after that, rubbing it into the flesh of her flat, tight belly and her firm upper thighs, until all of her exposed flesh on her front was covered in the cool, slightly glistening cream.

Cassie was eighteen years old and had only recently graduated from high school. She was looking forward to starting college soon and all the new experiences that would bring her, but until then most of her time was taken up with sunbathing and taking it easy at the side of the family pool. For the majority of the time she had the whole house and pool to herself as well, and so more often than not Cassie had ended up sunbathing nude or at least topless as well. She enjoyed the feeling of the sun warming her bare ass and breasts, not to mention her neatly trimmed crotch and pussy. She also enjoyed the simple freedom of being able to be completely naked out in the open, and sometimes she would fantasise about being caught unexpectedly during one of her nude sunbathing sessions by someone, and what she would do if that was ever to happen. Quite often, she would end up masturbating herself to these fantasies, lying on her sun lounger with her legs spread and one hand between them, playing with her tight, wet pussy and clit and moaning with pleasure as she imagined being watched by some random stranger who was jerking himself off to the sight of her ripe young body.

Cassie liked to imagine how she would react if she was caught like that; if her secret fantasy ever became a reality. Sometimes she saw herself acting shy and coy to her voyeur, trying to hide her nudity from him but eventually being ‘persuaded’ to reveal herself to him, through words or his hands. Other times she would imagine herself acting as if nothing was the matter, casually asking whoever was watching her if they could pass her a drink or her sun lotion and watching how they responded to her. And sometimes she would be the aggressor, coming onto him strongly and pushing him down onto the sun lounger before mounting him and riding him hard.

As daring and wanton as she was in her fantasies, in reality Cassie did not have very much experience sexually. She was looking forward to college, where she planned to experiment, enjoy herself and be the little slut she knew in her heart she was, but she was also still a virgin and so until then all she had to satisfy herself was her imagination. Her very active imagination.