The Beach House
Copyright 2011 by JT Harding, all rights reserved
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Joe was standing at the kitchen window drinking a glass of water when Kim came up behind him and slipped her arms round his slim waist.
“What you looking at, old timer?” she asked, her head resting on the edge of his shoulder, her eyes just peering above.
“There’s that woman again. The one I saw yesterday coming from next door.”
“Ogling other women now then? Am I not enough for you anymore?”
Joe pushed his butt back against her. “You know the answer to that. I was just curious.”
Kim slid around him, not releasing her arms, so she could see better. The woman was coming out of the water, pushing her dark hair back from her face. She walked heavily until she was out of the surf, then more elegantly as she reached the wet sand scudded with sea foam.
Kim narrowed her eyes, trying to see the distant figure more clearly.
“Oh my God, Joe,” she said.
He turned his head to look at her. “What is it?”
“She is so gorgeous. You didn’t tell me she was beautiful!” Her voice was low and she sounded a little shocked.
“I didn’t really see her yesterday, just her back.”
“Well you can see her now – can see a lot of her in that bikini – and she is beautiful.”
“Mm-hm,” Joe said, noncommittally.
Kim punched him softly on the back.
“It’s okay, Joe, you can say so, I don’t mind. Just so long as it’s me you love.”
He felt her rubbing herself against his butt and smiled, reached around and put his hand flat against the back of her waist.
“You know that, always,” he said.
Kim dropped her right hand lower until it rested lightly against the heavy bulge in his swim trunks.
“Is this for her, or me, Joe?” she asked. Her fingers cradled the shape of his half-erect cock.
“What do you think?” he said.
“I’m not sure. Oh God!” Kim gasped. The woman was closer now and she reached up and tugged casually at the straps on her bikini top, easing them. The movement lifted her breasts, for a moment exposing their pale undersides.
Joe felt his cock fill and wondered if the reaction was because of Kim’s hand or the view of the woman. She released the straps and her breasts settled back inside the bikini top. Her long belly was flat, tapering to a tiny waist and then flaring to narrow hips. The bikini bottom didn’t match the top, different color and style, light gray where the top was black, cut square across her legs like a pair of jockey shorts, but cut low above. The material, some cross between jersey and lycra, clung to every fold and curve, her pubic mound prominent.
The woman had been looking down at the sand, but now she raised her head and saw them in the window. Joe felt Kim jump a little and try to move around behind him.
He suppressed a smile. The woman looked at the window, her stride unbroken, then raised a hand and waved. Joe lifted his own hand and returned the greeting.
“You gonna say hello too, Kim?” he asked.
Kim lifted her hand off his cock and gave a small wave. The woman’s teeth flashed briefly, white against her tan. Then she was curving away from them, back to the closed up house next door.
“I wonder who she is?” Kim asked softly.
Joe shook his head. “No idea. I assume she owns the house, or is allowed to use it.”
“Wow,” Kim said.
“Wow what?” Joe asked.
“Nothing. Just wow.”
Joe laughed. “I didn’t know you were affected by women that way, Kim?”
“We all have our secrets, Joe.”
“Not from each other,” he said. “Never from each other.”
He felt Kim’s head rest against the back of his shoulder. “No, you’re right. Never from each other.” Her breasts flattened against him and he felt a dampness where her nipples leaked a small amount of milk that soaked through two layers of cotton.
“You’re not really into other women, are you?” Joe asked, his curiosity, and his cock, aroused at the thought she might be.
“No. Not really,” Kim said. ”But I guess I might be just a little, you know, curious…” She dropped her hand back from his belly to his cock, found him harder than when she had left it.
“Really? I never knew that.”
“Now you do,” she said. She lifted her hand, burrowed it in under the elastic waist of his trunks until her fingers found his cock and wrapped around it.
“Is Ami asleep?” Joe asked as Kim started a slow rub along his length.
She nodded against his back. “Do you want a lie down too, Joe?”
“I think I might,” he said.
“Me too,” Kim said.
He followed her upstairs and into the bedroom. Kim lay on her back on the bed and looked up at him with open need in her face. Their sex life had been pretty good before Ami was born, but during pregnancy Kim had gone wild, constantly needing sex; different positions, different ways, different places and times. And Joe had been more than happy to oblige. Something about the way her body changed as a life grew inside her, about the way her stomach bloomed and became smooth and tight turned him on more than he could bear. Then after the birth there was a gap as Kim recovered, but even then she would suck his cock until he filled her mouth. Kim worked hard on getting her figure back and four months after Ami was born she looked even better than she had before. And because Ami was still feeding, Kim’s breasts remained large and Joe was constantly turned on by how sensitive they were, turned on by the milk that leaked from her nipples. He saw it now, staining the front of her tee shirt around the hard peaks that tented the cotton.
Joe went to close adjust the blinds but Kim said, “No, leave them Joe.”
“Leave them? But someone could see in from over there.”
Kim rolled onto her side and looked through the window, dark wooden slats forming horizontal strips. “So?” She had started to touch herself outside her bikini bottoms.