Delilah’s Curve
Part Two
So there I was, standing by the pool side watching my 18 years old brother in law, Tony, swim with the skills of Michael Phelps, watching his long arm attack the water with ferocious strokes, beating the dark, blueish crystal clear water, and with each strokes, splashes of water rose up and dropped again as he moved his arms over his head with his hips rolling in the water like a fish illuminating and basking in the reflection of the stars in the water and thrusting in concord with his body…
I imagined my body as the water and his thrust penetrating me with the focus of a soldier aiming for the next target, his arms around my neck and his c**k moving in and out of me while I thrashed my legs everywhere and nowhere in blind passion.
Then my eyes travelled to his legs, strong, long, muscled thighs, bare for the heavens to see and admire their own creation.
Those legs that would be on mine, protecting and shielding me while his hips locked with mine as we moved in harmony and bond as one, our waists rising and falling to meet each other in sweet sensation while we made crazy wild love inside the water.
Gosh…his thighs were the perfect Color and size as they spread and closed again while his arms raised and flew forward to match his legs and hips movement in the water…
I had always loved swimming because of how the water made me feel, washing away my stress and exhaustion, but tonight, swimming was more than sport, it was pure and beautiful art. It was like religion, I was edified and at peace just watching someone swim, this was sacred.
I couldn’t take it anymore, I immediately lowered my finger between my already dripping thigh and parted my legs with mad rush, I shuddered as my fingers rubbed against my p*s*y and I felt the stickiness thicken in response to my raw desire for the beautiful sight before me.
This felt so good, I closed my eyes and imagined Tony’s lips on mine, s*****g hungrily, licking and rolling his tongue all over my mouth, then going down on me and eating my p*s*y with the same hunger I felt now for him, the sensation was too much for me to bear, I pushed my fingers deeper, increasing my hand movement as I rolled it inside my river wet p*s*y.
I opened my eyes just in time to see him emerge from the water and like Olympius, he stood tall, strong and erect, at that moment I couldn’t hold myself together, I squeezed my eyes shut, opened my mouth wide and came in full force my legs shuddered and I buckled over, I had to squat to keep myself steady as Tony walked into the house oblivious of what just transpired.
That was the beginning of the several many one sided sexcapades I had with him unknowingly of course, while I waited and bid my time to lure and seduce him.
The End
Watch out for Part 3
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
