Chapter 1
She climbed out of the pool and let the excess water slowly drip down her silky brown body. The suntan oil had formed a film that made the droplets catch the light-aid reflect it. She knew that Lonny was watching her and she knew that she turned him on. She knew that the sight of her naked body could drive him wild. She stretched, ran her fingers through her hair and then ran her hands on down her long lean torso.
"For Christ's sake, Gilda, do you have to be so blatent?" Lonny asked.
"I thought you liked me doing this, darling," she gripped back.
"Sure I do-but not when we're visiting our very morally minded relatives!"
"Oh come on, Lonny, no one's in sight ... besides I think they have all gone to take their afternoon nap-after all, we're the only ones here who are under the ripe old age of sixty," she said as she did a slow turn in front of him. You're right there, but that doesn't stop the fact that
your dear husband is supposed to show up today. At any time I might add!" Lonny retorted.
" 'Husband' ... shit! I don't think he knows the meaning of the word!" Gilda said, stretching out next to Lonny.
"Well, baby," he said, reaching over for one of her delightful breasts, "you married him ... maybe you're just spoiled by good loving."
"Lonny, you know it was a very subtly arranged marriage-prestige and all that. I mean I grant you I'm spoiled by your sweet body and your good fucking, dear brother, but you'd think that he would at least try to satisfy me!"
"Yeah, true baby, well I still can give you what you need," Lonny said, pulling her towards him, "at least until 'hubby' shows up on the scene."
Gilda felt Lonny's lips close over hers and she felt her body melt into him, the tiny sparks of electricity that were always missing with Gene were now shooting through her. She felt Lonny's hard lean body crush against her soft breasts, fit into her angular hips, and press into her full rounded mound.
His breath was coming faster and hotter on her neck and face, his cock was burning its heat into the folds of her lips ... he kept rubbing it up and down her plump wet slit ... building her to a feverish pitch. She wanted him, wanted him now, inside her, pounding, grinding slamming with all his strength into her starved pussy.
Lonny had had many girls, all in trying to forget Gilda, in trying to discredit his feeling for her, to prove she was no better than anyone else. It hadn't worked. Her skin was the smoothest, silkiest he had ever touched, her breasts so small yet deceptive because they were so full. Her hips angular to cradle his body, her pussy like nothing he could think of-it was beyond description. He looked down into Gilda's bright fiery eyes and felt the world slip away, leaving only him and his beautiful Gilda. Her juices flowed and covered his cock and smeared onto his thighs. He felt her fat chewable clitoris hardened and begin to pulsate. He could feel her building, sense her excitement ... her eyes snapped and glistened while her body shuddered with each motion. "Oh God Lonny, please-please fuck me," she moaned.
"Patience my pretty, patience. We have forever, didn't you know? See the world is gone and there is just the two of us so we have forever . . . eternity," he whispered to her.
"Lonny, Lonny, your touch ... your touch makes me delirious," she murmured, "please oh please take me ... make me fly!"
Lonny kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her lips- tiny little kisses. He continued to slowly rub up and down her sopping wet slit with his pulsing rod. He wanted it to last; he wanted to keep her right on the edge of orgasm as long as he could, he wanted her writhing and screaming for him.
The fire was unbearable, she knew it wasn't just the sun. As a matter of fact the sun had very little to do with the raging heat that she felt. The fire was their world- hers and Lenny's world-that was why she couldn't live without it, and that was what made it so hard even to look at Gene, let alone let him touch her.
She no longer controlled her own body, the gods of their world had it had it and were playing unmercifully with it. She saw herself writhing on the ground, the blue water of the still pool glinting in the sunlight, her face in a blur of ecstatic agony. Her breasts ached, her cunt was pounding and her body was bathed in sweat and oil and love juices from them both.
She was screaming and begging as she writhed "Lonnyy ... Lonny" ... Lonny plunged deep, deep inside of her. He felt her swollen walls part and then clamp closed again as soon as he had passed through. He felt the walls start to ripple and vibrate along his large shaft which was buried to the hilt. Then he lay quiet, not moving a muscle, a breath, not even a sound.
Gilda stopped automatically with Lonny. She just lay there and listened to the cosmos swirl around her. Then without either one of them trying they began to move slowly, imperceptibly, sliding slowly back and forth against each other. Then a little faster, a little faster ... deeper ... harder ... more-and more ... until they were rolling over and over with each other and their screams blended into one, just as their lives, their beings blended into one. Then the passion burst spilling itself into tiny specks, squirting itself all over them, swooping them up and making them soar!
Lonny rolled off of Gilda and lay spreadeagle on his back looking up at the trees. Gilda lay there for a moment then jumped up laughing and started running across the lawn.
"Hey! Gilda! Where're you going? Listen, come on back ... someone might see you!" Lonny called after her.
"No!" she giggled, "No! They can't come into our world, remember? I'm running in our world-besides, I don't give a damn if they do see me!"
"Gilda, what about Gene? Come on back!"
"Catch me if you can-bring me back!" she shouted back.
"Alright, bitch," he shouted, playfully, "but you might not like it."
Lonny jumped up and began to run after the streaking figure of Gilda. He would catch glimpses of her through the trees, a flash of breast, a sudden burst of her silvery blonde hair or a shimmer of her ass. He was reminded again of her extraordinary beauty and of how much she looked like the ancient goddesses.
Around and around they went, laughing and shouting to each other until Lonny finally caught her. He scooped her up into his arms and trotted back towards the pool. Suddenly with no warning at all he threw her into the pool.
"Lonny. ..." she squealed. "I warned you," he laughed.
"OOOH! I owe you one for that! Just you wait, you'll get yours!" she threatened.
"Just try. ..." With that Gilda quickly reached up and grabbed his ankle with a mighty jerk and pulled him into the pool with her.
"See? I told you I'd get you," she teased.
Lonny reached out and encircled her waist with his arm. He began to rub his already swelling penis against her thigh while massaging her smooth round breasts. He felt her lean into him and begin to stir against him. The water slowly swirled around them exciting them more.
Gilda reached down and began to finger the crack in his ass, moodily swaying back and forth, dreamily letting her finger move up and down until it came to rest at the small puckered hole. She played and teased the outside of it then suddenly shoved it in.
Instantly his cock shot up, bobbed up and down in the water and created small whirl pools. He felt the shots of electricity tingle up his spine, the rushes one after another. He heard a low moan like a freight train coming from the distance and realized with a start that it was he who was moaning.
In slow motion he slipped his hand down to Gilda's firm compact ass cheeks and started to stroke them. He moved his other hand down over her taut stomach, down, until he reached her mound of love ... her sweet cunt. He moved both hands towards each other until his fingers met, then moved them back away from each other through the wet slippery slits up and down, faster, faster, each motion meeting her thrusts in his ass. Then he felt a new sensation that almost made his knees buckle and desert him. She, his fantastic erotic Gilda, had found a new place to play. She had run her finger underneath his balls and then proceeded to rub it gently back and forth along the tube. Between the finger in his ass, the finger along his tube, his finger in her crack and his finger in her slit he thought he was going to explode!
They moved faster and faster, then finally he grabbed her hips and turning her around lunged into her welcoming cunt. Home, The infinite space! The water sloshed in and out, rushed around them, enveloped them, absorbed them and then spit them out! Rocketed them! Fused them!
The pool quieted down and came to rest around them, hilling them into a sense of total security. "Lonny?" "MMMM?" .
"I love you. Just you. No one else. ..."
"Mmmmm, me too, me too love you," he murmured.
They cradled each other letting the world slowly revolve around them, neither thinking nor caring.
"What the blue blazes do you two think you are doing?" a voice shattered through their world.
Gilda swirled around into the staring face of Gene. Gene her husband seeing her and Lonny like this-she bad to think fast, but no reply came at all!
"I asked you a question! What do you think you are doing bathing nude in Auntie's swimming pool?" Gene stormed.
"Thank God, he doesn't suspect," Gilda thought. "Oh Gene," she said brightly, "when did you get home? It was such a nice warm day and everyone was asleep so we I didn't think anyone would see us ... and you know me ... I always prefer to swim in the buff."
"Well dammit, it's not seemly and besides people are getting up! I want you out of there and dressed in ten minutes! Lonny, I thought you were supposed to be taking care of her, seeing that she doesn't do these hair-brained things!" he ranted.
"I was Gene, but you know that when your wife gets an idea she can't be shaken. Besides I really couldn't see the harm while everyone was asleep. We were just about to go in and get dressed when you came by," Lonny replied, coolly. He leaped from the pool, threw his arm across Gene's shoulder and asked, "How have you been old man?"
"Fine, just fine," Gene replied, looking uncomfortable.
"Is the business going alright? I hope the trip was success, lots of orders and all that."
"This better, Gene darling?" Gilda cut in as she leaned towards her husband and pecked him on the cheek. "How was the trip? Did Danny come through with those orders?"
"That's much better, I like that dress. Yes, Danny got the sale but we ran into problems with the company...." Gene went on but Gilda and Lonny were only half listening.
They kept looking at each other, wondering when they could share their private world again, the next time they could take the key out and unlock the door. No matter how soon it would be it was going to be a long time for them to wait.
"Excuse me, Gene," Lonny interrupted, "I'm going to go and get dressed. See you all at dinner."
"O.K." Gene replied then turned to Gilda and asked "How have you been? Did you miss me? I was counting the days until I could be back with you again."
"Yes Gene, I've missed you, and I've been alright," she said indifferently.
"Gene took her remark to mean that she missed him more than she could express. He put his arm around her shoulder and patted her gently.
"I'm sorry that my business had to take me away and leave you alone, darling, I wish it didn't. I hate to say this but I've got to go away again. Very soon, but don't worry, we'll have some time together before I leave."
"Oh Gene, that's too bad, well at least we can have a few months together," she feigned sadness.
"I'm afraid not, dear, not months, a few days. If only I could get out of it you know I would, but the business must go on or else I couldn't feed you."
"Yes," she said, putting her arm around his waist, "I understand, and a few days is better than nothing at all, I guess."
Gilda wished that Gene would really be what he should be-them maybe she could forget Lonny. She actually Heed Gene and could love him if he would be more of a husband.