“Don’t worry, Olivia!” Soraya reassured. “I’ll record it for you! Promise. Now go on and have fun!”

And SoSo burst out laughing which made Olivia look back with some consternation before climbing into the minivan.

Darling SoSo was laughing because I had been deftly undoing her bra with one hand that had snaked its way up her short cotton top, as I stood behind her waving goodbye to our dear Lawrence and Olivia.

It had taken ages to get Lawrence and Olivia out of the house this Sunday and that was because dear Olivia did not want to miss her favourite Turkish TV “mosalsal” Noor! I think this caused Lawrence to feel quite flustered as he contemplated the brief notion of going out on his own for a change.

However, we were having absoltuely none of that! Nothing comes between us and our Sunday Fundays and as some encouragement, I gave them the keys to the minivan with the TV in the backseat and Soraya promised to record the episode for Olivia and that was that!

Soraya almost slammed the door shut and turned around giggling:

“Yes! At last!”

She kissed me with her arms around my neck. I hoisted her onto my hips and danced with her over to the music player, turning the music up loud. She kissed me to the rhythms of the music and still holding her, I pushed open the French doors that led to our private swimming pool. I twirled, and whirled dangerously close to the edge, and she continued to play with my tongue, eyes shut, and rather oblivious to my intentions.

She took a break, opened her eyes, I smiled, kissed them, said I love you, and holding her tight, we twirled into the deep end of the pool together.

As we sunk to the bottom, she let go of me and kicked her way back up. As we both surfaced, she cried out: “Beast! I’ll get you for this!”

She dove back in and I swam away to where we could both stand comfortably. She dove between my legs with I imagine mouth open wide, bit the crotch of my pants with a delightful pressure. She rushed up for air and cried out: “Jaws!” Laughing herself into my arms.

I kissed her wet mouth. “You’re in an exceptionally good mood today.” I remarked.

“Yes,” she smiled. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
I hoisted her up to the pool’s edge and she rested back on the palms of her hands, thighs spread, revealing that infamous white thong.

“Bad girl, SoSo. Your shark is going to attack!”

I love to pleasure her, spreading her thighs and resting them on my shoulders, as my tongue finds its way down into the folded lips of heaven.

Moans of pleasure flutter up towards the blue sky and in between my attentive lapping and licking, I murmur my appreciation. Her right hand strokes my wet head and with every convulsion of anticipation, she presses her body onto my loving lips, asking for more.

Soon, I am feeling uncomfortable in my jeans in the water.

I stop, reach down to unzip but she slips into the water with me and says; ” I want to…”

Soraya stands before me, and removes her shirt, bra, and skirt, one by one and flings them on the side of the pool, soaking wet. She remains before me only in the infamous white thong which I cannot see now but I do see her breasts bobbling on the pool surface. She takes a deep breath and goes below the surface. I feel a need to break out of these jeans and she pulls them down and off with some effort. Up again, she moves to embrace me and removes my wet shirt. Her nipples feel hard against my chest and I hold her naked body close to me. There is no laughter between us now but a build up of arousal as she takes the lead again and goes below the water to free my hard erection from my shorts. The moment she slides onto me with her soft warm lips, I have to steady myself on the sides of the pool. Back and forth she glides over my aching erection until I fear I will lose control and I gently bring her up.

“I want you now, Mansour.” She whispers, although there is no one to hear.

We have a huge tube like pool float bed and I have an idea.

She’s in a hurry but now I’m back in control.

“Get on that float and steady yourself on your knees,” I say.

Soraya gives me a brief look of disbelief but doesn’t object.

The float rocks ominously when I get on and SoSo laughs excitedly as she turns her head to look at me and steadies herself with her hands and knees as she kneels before me. I position myself as close as I can to her and bending slightly, I take hold of the side handles on the float preparing for my precarious entry. Despite all the water, I slide into her with some intial difficulty but soon the rythm is set between us and there is lots of rocking going on in the pool, with waves of water overflowing onto the sides.

It was both one of the most uncomfortable but most unconventioanal orgasms we have had in a while but we moved onto to the pool deck chairs and then on inside the house. What an apt way to end the semester and certainly a wonderful begininng to our Sunday Funday. But of course, things happen and so just as we were just drifting off for a nap, SoSo sat bolt upright and exclaimed: “Oh no! Noor! I forgot to record Noor for Olivia!”

But Olivia’s wrath could be dealt with later, I mused, and never being one to miss an opportunity when it presented itself, I turned to suckle on SoSo’s conveniently exposed nipple.

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