The fact was I had never been more aroused in my life.
I felt my cheeks flush under her imperious gaze.
Before I knew what was happening, Lakesha reached out and slid her right hand inside the front of my bikini bottoms. I moaned again as she slipped two fingers inside me.
“Awww, Pamsy is soaking wet. Such a naughty girl,” she cooed.
I froze for several seconds, then, as if of its own volition, my body began to move against her fingers. I simply couldn’t help myself.
“That’s it, Pamsy. Grind for me. Show me what an eager slut you are,” she ordered.
Her words struck me like bolt of lightening. Nobody had ever spoken to me like that before in my life.
I groaned and began to move more forcefully against her fingers, humping myself against the flat of her hand as she thrust in and out of me, my pussy sloshing noisily in the silence of the small room.
In less than a minute, I was on the verge of climaxing.
I increased the tempo of my gyrations, thrusting my pelvis brazenly against her now, my bikini bottoms slipping down my thighs with my exertions.
As I approached the brink, I reached down with my right hand and grabbed her wrist, pulling her deeper inside me.
“Don’t you dare cum without permission, cunt,” Lakesha whispered fiercely, looking me in the eyes.
The word struck me like a slap.
I’d always hated the c-word, finding it vulgar and misogynistic, but under Lakesha’s imperious gaze, I suddenly understood the raw, brutal power of the demeaning slur for the first time. It reduced the entirety of a woman’s existence down to the warm, slippery cleft between her legs.
“Please,” I whispered, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Please what, Pamsy?” Lakesha asked playfully.
“Please can I cum, Lakesha…please!”
Lakesha reached up and clamped her left hand over my mouth.
“Look at me, whore,” she whispered urgently.
Again, her words had an electrifying effect, amplifying my arousal, accentuating the urgency of my need. I felt my pussy spasm around her fingers.
I looked directly into her eyes, my own eyes bulging above the hand she held firmly clasped over my mouth. I struggled to breathe through my nose as my orgasm approached.
Then Lakesha said the words that would change the arc of my life forever.
“Cum for me, Pamsy.”
I exploded, screaming into her hand, my eyes never leaving hers.
It was the most powerful orgasm of my life. I saw bright lights dancing before my eyes and felt my knees buckle, only maintaining my balance by clutching desperately at her left shoulder.
Finally, I broke Lakesha’s gaze and stepped back. I stood there gasping, my entire body shaking and slick with sweat, my bikini bottoms bunched around my knees.
Lakesha began to laugh softly.
She eyed me mischievously as she languidly licked and sucked both of her fingers clean.
“Mmmm, Pamsy. You taste delicious,” she purred.
She walked up to me and gently took both my cheeks in her hands. I was too stunned to protest.
She leaned in and kissed me deeply, glazing my lips with my own essence.
Looking back, this was where she had me.
After that, I was lost.
She broke the kiss and stepped back, regarding me appraisingly.
“I like you in that yellow sundress, Pamsy, the one with the floral print. Wear it to dinner tonight. No bra, no panties.”
She turned to leave, then spun around and approached me again. She reached down and gave my well-trimmed thatch of pubic hair a sharp tug.
“And lose the bush, Pamsy. I’ll want you smooth down there when you serve me.”
I stood there gaping at her, trying to catch my breath.
Lakesha winked at me and blew me a kiss, then bent down and picked up her top. She walked out the door without another word, deftly tying the top behind her back as she entered the pool area.
Through the window of the pool house, I watched her execute a perfect cannonball into the deep end of the pool, barely missing my daughter and a gaggle of her friends.
I duck-walked across the room, hiking up my bikini bottoms as I went and collapsed on to the cedar bench.
I looked down at my crotch. The front panel of my beige bikini bottoms was sopping wet, the dark stains saturating the fabric completely. I realized I could smell myself, the scent of my arousal filling the room. In fact, the entire pool house reeked of sex.
I closed my eyes, remebering Lakesha’s words.
I can smell you.
Disgusted with myself, I stood and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I sat back down on the bench to think.
Outside, the world went on as if nothing had happened. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. I could hear my daughter laughing as she chased another friend around the pool.
I rested my chin in my hands and pondered my situation.
I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew one thing.
My life had changed forever.
***
After a few minutes of quiet contemplation in the empty pool house, I nodded to myself and stood with a sudden sense of resolve.
I would ignore what had just happened and never think about it again. I certainly would never speak of it to Lakesha.
I would simply convince myself that it never happened.
I walked quickly out of the pool house, keeping the towel wrapped tightly around my waist. I kept my head down and marched out of the pool area and into the house. Thankfully, my husband was out puttering in the garage, so I didn’t have to talk to anyone.
I ran upstairs and turned on the shower in the master bath. I stripped off my sodden bikini bottoms, then removed my top.
I stood naked and regarded myself in the mirror.
Even at forty-four I still looked hot. My face remained youthful and unlined, my chin firm. I examined my body closely. I had been an athlete in high school and did my best to remain fit in college and beyond. I was lithe and lean, my modest breasts still firm and perky. My stomach was flat, my legs well-muscled.
I stared for several seconds at my reflection.
My gaze drifted down to my well-groomed landing strip.
I thought of Lakesha’s parting words.
I’ll want you smooth down there when you serve me.
I swallowed several times, then picked up the pink razor on the vanity and stepped into the shower.
When I was done I toweled off and padded into the bedroom naked.
I opened the closet and took out the yellow sundress. I held it out before me on its hanger. I hesitated for several beats, then took it off the hanger and pulled it over my head. I walked up to my dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of thong panties.
Then I paused, contemplating Lakesha’s admonition.
No bra, no panties.
I put the panties back in the drawer and slammed it shut.
I could feel he cool air on my bare pussy as I descended the stairs and went in to the kitchen to start dinner.
***
As I prepared dinner, Lakesha acted as if nothing had happened. She joked with me and complimented me on my cooking. I began to seriously wonder if the entire episode in the pool house had been nothing but a figment of my imagination.
But the subtle signs were there.
Lakesha made a point of sitting next to me as we ate. She sat to my left, directly across from my daughter. As the meal progressed, she let her right hand linger a little too long on my thigh when she asked about the recipe for the potato salad. A little later, she casually caressed my left calf with her bare right foot under the table as she chatted with my daughter about furnishing their new apartment.