After fixing and eating a quick breakfast, I called Matt to see how Erin was doing. I talked to her for a minute, telling her I had a plan in the works to get Jack to leave her alone. Once I hung up, I headed out, planning to spend the day stalking Jack.
As I walked by the pool to enter the garage, I noticed Peggy wasn’t there. I briefly wondered if I’d ever see Peggy again and felt a little sad at the thought. I headed down into West Hollywood and rolled up to the repair shop where Jack worked. I didn’t see Jack, and when the mechanic came out to see what I wanted, I asked him where Jack was. He explained that Jack wasn’t scheduled to work that day. I asked him what Jack’s schedule was, smiling widely to disarm him if he wondered why I wanted to know. Between that and his admiration for my car, I quickly got it out of him. I thanked him and took off for Jack’s apartment in Melrose.
When I arrived, I didn’t see his beat-up pickup truck in the near-empty parking lot, so I parked and strolled casually up to the entrance. I went inside, checking out the security, not seeing any cameras, as I walked up to his apartment. I checked out the lock on his door and noted the lock type if I needed to get into his apartment later on. After casing the entire building and noting that there wasn’t a lot of traffic or signs that people were in, indicating that most of the residents were probably single and working, I returned to my car and took off.
I figured he might be hanging out at Erin’s apartment building, so I headed there. Sure enough, I spotted his beat-up pickup truck parked in the street. I debated whether or not to confront him and decided not to. He was wasting his time here anyway, so I drove away, content that Jack didn’t know where Erin was since he was hanging out here. To remind him that I was watching him, I drove slowly by him, ensuring he saw me looking at him. I headed back to the guest house, planning to make use of the pool since it was a hot day.
After pulling into the garage and coming out the side door into the pool area, I saw Peggy lying on one of the Adirondack loungers again, reading a book. She looked up and smiled at me as I walked to the guest house. I returned her smile before going in. I quickly changed into my swimsuit, a modest two-piece not as revealing as the bikini I saw Peggy wearing.
I quickly put my hair up in a loose bun, grabbed my sunscreen and towel, and headed out to the pool. Peggy looked up from her book and smiled as I approached her and sat in the Adirondack lounger beside hers. I began applying sunscreen on my arms when Peggy asked, “Do you need some help with that?”
I smiled back at her and said, “Sure. Can you get my back?”
Peggy put her book down, sat up, and spread her legs before patting the seat. Taking the hint, I got up, handed her the sunscreen, and sat down between her legs with my back to her. I felt Peggy squirt some sunscreen on my shoulders before her hands started working it in. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her hands spreading the sunscreen down over my shoulder blades, working the lotion under the straps of the top of my swimsuit.
Peggy continued down my back, slowly but thoroughly working the lotion into my skin. My pussy was burning by now, and my nipples ached and hardened as I gave in to the sensations zinging through my body. By the time Peggy got down to my lower back, I was softly moaning my approval of what she was doing to me. When her fingers started working their way under the waistband of the bottom of my swimsuit, I moved my hips to allow her greater access as her hands worked their way around my hips. When her hands started working over my core, she leaned in, and I could feel her hard nipples poking my back.
I raised my arms and entwined my fingers behind my neck, giving Peggy full access to my body. Her hands slowly worked up over my ribs to the bottom of my swimsuit top. I could hear her breath getting heavier as she leaned into me. Her hands slipped under my top and cupped my breasts. She began massaging my breasts, drawing a gasped, “Oh, God,” from me. Peggy captured my stiff, aching nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching them, the sensations zinging through my body and making my pussy start flowing.
I felt Peggy’s lips start nuzzling my shoulder as she thoroughly worked over my breasts, her fingers digging into my flesh. At that moment, I knew I would shortly get more sun than usual as I reached back, unfastened my top, and started shrugging it off. By now, Peggy had pushed her hips forward, mashing her pussy into my ass. I could feel her hips rolling as mine were, and I could feel the heat from her pussy burning my ass.
I wallowed in the sensations as I felt Peggy’s right hand leave my breast and drift down over my core and dive under my swimsuit bottom to cup my hot, flowing pussy. I heard Peggy let out a low moan that sent shivers through my body as I felt her finger work its way through my folds and into my hole. I moaned, “Oh, God,” as I felt another finger join the first, stretching my hole as they slowly pistoned in and out. I began thrusting my hips, trying to get more penetration as Peggy slowly picked up the tempo, the tips of her fingers hitting my G-spot as the base of her thumb hit my clit, sending a double dose of shocks zinging through my body. Between that and her pinching and pulling on my stiff, aching nipple, I quickly crashed into an orgasm that shook my very core. I surrendered to the tsunami-like waves crashing over me as my vision grayed out at the edges, and I screamed out my orgasm …
… I slowly became aware of myself and found myself with Peggy’s arms wrapped around my core. I finally managed to say, “Oh, God, Peggy. That was sublime.”
“I don’t know, Ray. It was hard to tell,” Peggy snarked in my ear, eliciting a chuckle from me.
“Really? I’d like to see if I can tell if you enjoy it,” I said as I started to sit up.
“I don’t know, Ray. Can you?”
“Get your ass moving, and we’ll see,” I commanded, sliding back in the Adirondack lounger as Peggy got up and then sat down in front of me. I untied her bikini top before grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms behind her back, looping the bikini top around her wrists before I pulled her body into mine. My hard nipples dug into her shoulder blades as my hands went to her breasts.
I began massaging her breasts, kneading them like two lumps of dough I was preparing to make bread out of. Peggy started to moan as my fingers dug into her flesh. When I clamped her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and began rolling them while pinching and pulling them, Peggy shuddered and moaned, “Oh, God, Ray.” I could tell that Peggy was enjoying my ministrations as her breathing deepened and got ragged. Her hips were churning, grinding her ass into my hot and wet pussy, sending impulses zapping through my body. She gasped again, “Oh, God, Ray. Make me your little bitch!”
I redoubled my efforts, amazed at how far her nipples stretched as I pulled and twisted them. I murmured in her ear, “You’re my little bitch, Peggy,” over and over as I continued assaulting her breasts. Finally, Peggy gasped in a big breath, holding it as I pinched her nipples as hard as I could, determined to make her come just by manipulating her nipples. Her whole body was trembling as she teetered on the edge of throwing herself off into the abyss of her orgasm. At that moment, I whispered in her ear, “Come for me, bitch!” before capturing her earlobe between my teeth and nipping it. With an explosive release of her breath, Peggy screamed, “Oh, Fuuccckkkk!” and arched her back and thrust her hips violently as she crashed into her orgasm.