“Follow me,” he instructed.
I did. I wasn’t about to argue or contemplate where he was taking me, I trusted him. I ignored our professional relationship, realizing our new roles. Everything from that moment on was going to be nasty, dirty, and unprofessional.
We waded through the water to the edge of the pool. As Tacoma collected protection and lube from under a nearby towel, I sat on the side of the pool with a rock hard cock between my legs. The meat touched the top of my navel. There, waiting for his return, I peered into the glimmering blue and dreamy pool, thinking, He’s a legal drug for my needs. He’s sinister. He’s sexy. He’s mine.
He came back to my side, kissed both my nipples, my mouth, and touched the head of my mushroom-shaped cock with two fingertips. “Time to be dirty, Mr. Fine…so fine so fine so fine.”
I thought, Time to be nasty with him, pig-like.
I lay back and pressed my shoulders against the concrete patio, resting my head on a cotton towel.