Summer Swap 6-11

Cody watched her tease his growing penis, smiling, eyes twinkling with adventure. He looked around a moment, then said to her, “When these cleaners get out of here, why don’t we take this inside?”

She could take his offer as a deterrent for her to quit playing with his privates, a reminder to her that there were people nearby, but she didn’t think that was his intent. He really would go inside with her and spend some time pursuing pleasure. She said, “That’s a great idea,” sliding two fingers on either side of the base of his thickening shaft. “I might be up for that.” She waggled the fingers and made his heavy member dance side to side, swinging down to hang over his scrotum. She lifted it up again, this time closing her hand around his shaft, finding him rigid enough to stroke, though the end of his cock joggled and wobbled.

“Do you have permission?”

She stopped her penis play and looked at him, her expression offended. “Do I have permission? Do you have permission?”

Now he mocked her by assuming the same haughty expression of offense. “Me? Of course I have permission.”

She looked away, a little rankled. She didn’t really have permission, did she? But what did permission look like? Did she have to ask Byron first, express to him exactly what she wanted to have happen? She supposed she did. She sighed, lamented to herself, “I just had no fun last night. Left all alone...” She resumed handling his penis, caressing fingertips along its beautiful length. She looked to him again. “You must be eager, too.”

Cody hid nothing from her. “I messed around with Scar and Sully last night.”

At least he was honest. She said, “I know you did. Of course I know you did. Scarlet told me.” She circled thumb and forefinger just under the flared ridge of his cock head and choked his fellow, pulling it, admiring it as it came closer to erect. “How did you like her blow job?”

Cody chuckled, his stomach muscles bouncing and flexing. “I liked it. Oh, yes ma’am, I liked it a lot. Scar is one cool customer.”

She soured at his familiarity with her friend. Calling her “Scar,” when he’d always called her Scarlet, getting real chummy and intimate. She let his penis slap back onto his belly and held his balls.

Now Cody said, “Hey, you know what would be hot?”

“What?”

“We should have a night tonight.”

With who? “You and me?”

“Yeah, you and me,” he said, eager. “And B-Boy, too.”

At first she thought that was some unusual nickname Cody had for Scarlet, and crinkled her brow before asking, “Byron? You mean the three of us?”

“Hell, yeah. Or four.”

“I don’t know...”

Cody said, “Think about it, Chey. I’m telling you, Carla would rock your world.”

“Carla?”

He frowned when she looked up. “Who else?”

“No, right. Yeah, I know. Carla.”

Cody laughed again and scooped his arm underneath her shoulders, hugging her. “Man, you go off to another world when you play around.”

It was good to laugh it off and not give away and of her more craven thinkings, thumping her cheek on his hard chest and laughing with him, stroking his erect member now, holding it straight up so it pointed to the sun and clouds.

She laughed and let his cock go, sat up and hiked a leg over him, straddling his hips. “I don’t see any cleaners around right now.”

He folded his arms up, hands above his head, his big round shoulders touching his ears, his turquoise eyes going narrow and sultry. “They got their boat port side.”

She groaned with disappointment, leaning over him, breasts falling forward and bracing her weight with her hands curved on the thickest part of Cody’s forearms. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Everybody having sex except you?”

“Yeah,” she said, showing him her disappointed pout, then easing up to squat on his hips again, the column of his man shaft hard against her soft and needy place. She looked around her shoulders, then said to him, “Looks pretty clean out here on the swimming deck.”

“You mean they won’t be coming out here?”

“Right.”

Cody chuckled. “You can’t be patient, huh?”

“Can’t believe you’re going to make me wait until nighttime.”

“A challenge always makes things a little hotter.”

She cocked her head and showed him a confident but sultry expression. “You don’t think I can make it till tonight?”

“Don’t care if you can or can’t,” he said, amused. “You’re going to have to.”

Now she chuckled, doing it in a haughty tone. “He said, while his hard cock throbbed against her sex.”

Cody smiled again, unfolded his arms from behind his head, and took gentle hold of her arms just above the elbows. “You’re a lot of fun, Chey.”

“I know,” she said, a wild heart-racing feeling going through her, looking down on Cody, her breasts bared, the sun on her back and shoulders, horny, her labia slippery in the most sex-ticklish way right now, slick petals kissing his hard shaft. She leaned forward, putting her hands on his hot shoulders, her mouth coming near his like she would kiss him, instead whispering in his ear, “It’s so long till nighttime.”

“That’s the point,” he said, wagging his hips and making the belly of his bog cock bump over her labia.

She munched her lips a moment while the pleasure pooled in her belly, then whispered, “Maybe a little something before then?” Now she stroked her labia in up-down lines, from the tip of his cock to mid-shaft.

He smiled, whispering back to her, “You want just the tip?”

They both snuffled laughter into each other’s necks, but Cody’s hand slipped between them and maneuvered his cock out from underneath her, letting it rest between her ass cheeks.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble, Chey,” he said. And while she thought of more encouragement, seeing if she could get him to break his resolve and mess around with her—even though she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn’t help the curiosity—Cody handled his cock so it slipped down her crack. He smiled the whole time, his eyes on hers. Then he pushed his hips a little up to meet hers, and his cock head pressed into her anus. She gasped. Then she laughed.

“So maybe this’ll be okay,” he said. “What do you think?”

“Ooh,” she murmured, feeling his cock stretch her sphincter—not angled to penetrate, but more to tug it upward. Her toes scrunched, and she wondered if maybe anal sex would be okay, her fingers closing on Cody’s biceps.

But he didn’t penetrate her back hole, now angling away, removing the pressure—but reviving it by smacking his cock against her sex and anus. He had her breath coming quick and whispering.

“Oh, you like that, Chey? You want just the tip?” And before she could answer, that plump, swollen helmet of his pushed against her pussy and she tilted her pelvis to swallow it up. She gasped again, her nails pinching his flesh.

But when she scooted back, so did he, dipping his hips so only his cock head stayed nestled in her interior. She growled a frustrated sound. “Don’t be mean,” she said.

He smiled like he was mean, and then bit his lower lip. His hips curled and his cock head plunged a fraction of an inch deeper. All her attention focussed on his cock; could feel a small measure of suction where the flared rim of that perfect shaped cock head held itself seated in her wet membranes. She rocked her hips in tiny jounces, panting as she went along.

This was wrong and she should stop. She’d only been teasing about the ‘just the tip’ thing, had only meant to prolong their dirty talk, but now, with a little patience and a lot of focus, she was convinced that with just his cock head she might just be able to make herself come.

A quiet droning sound, a boat motor, filled the space they occupied, bouncing off the fiberglass and teak decking and rousing her from the illicit sexual play.

She smiled and mimicked Cody, biting her lower lip, too. “Sounds like the cleaners are leaving. Maybe we don’t have to wait till nighttime after all.”

* * *

Lily squeezed her hug tighter, arms around Arlo’s slim middle, as Arlo rocked the jet ski to one side and made it do that thing again where he kicked up all the water, ripping around in a half moon. She hollered in his ear for him to quit it, but breaking up with laughter just the same. “You’re making me all wet, Daddy!”

But he’d performed his high-speed crescent to whip around facing the back of the yacht, and now what had her attention, her chin planted in Arlo’s collar, was the naked people on the swimming deck.

And, yup, no guff, it was the people who she would have expected.

Cheyenne climbed off Cody, her naked butt out in the open—Lily even got a look at Chey’s lady parts. And Cody’s wiener was hard and upright. Yeah, it was a big one. She saw it just for a second before Cody pushed it down and got his leg on it to hide it. The two of them up to no good—made obvious by their guilty actions, Chey acting all demure now, waving hello, covering up, her boy toy sitting on his penis. All innocent, like nothing was going on, no towels nearby, no clothes tossed aside. No Byron.

She clucked her tongue and hugged Arlo tighter. Arlo aimed the remote, and the yacht’s retracting bay door wound up, right next to Cody and Chey.

* * *

They were only messing around a little bit and weren’t going to go too far, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty at Arlo and Lily busting them mid shenanigans.

And, hell, Arlo and Lily were on to them all now, anyway. But they hadn’t been before, so what would they know about rules, anyhow? She smiled and came to the railing at the edge of the swimming deck, overlooking the small transitional pool where the jet skis came in and out of the yacht’s interior bay. Bright and cheery—and not guilty at all—she called out, “Hey, guys. How was shore?”

But Cody and Arlo were laughing and talking at the same time, and Lily hoisted up a plastic bag, presenting it as some trophy from the mainland, but Chey couldn’t hear what Arlo and Lily said with the sound of the jet ski’s motor.

Once Arlo and Lily were in the bay and the doors were retracting, she said to Cody, “What did Lily say?” But then looked at Cody, looked down at Cody’s crotch, and saw that he’d tucked his penis away. The sight was jarring, and she laughed. “You look ridiculous.”

“You left me in an unpresentable situation, Chey.” He parted his legs and his erection popped up and then danced side to side. “That was kind of embarrassing.”

“I think we got away with it.”

“Games,” Cody said, holding his dick against his hip.

“What?”

“What Lily said. Games. They brought back some games.”