Pool with Kayla

The sun is still strong at 5:30, though it is falling towards the horizon, and the air is still balmy at 75, so you decide to join Kayla in the pool. {if Jenna <26
}With Jenna still pissed, the living room is probably not the best place right now.{endif
}The sounds of the girls around the campfire and their chaperone{if ScottyFix = 1
}s{else
}{endif
} is distant; The fire pit lies at the edge of your property, close to where the housing tract backs against the state park. You are virtually alone.
You slide into the water. The heaters have kicked on, so the water is sitting around 85, not much colder than the hot tub's 98. The evening light is playing beautifully on the water, and the woman floating in it.
{if KaylaSub = 1
}"Did I do well, sir? Did I make nice with your wife and family?" Kayla turns over to swim towards you as you slide into the water.
"Yes, Kayla. You did very well. You're being such a good girl." You reach out to grab one of her tits and give it a nice squeeze, before pulling her into an embrace, holding her close to you, facing away. "When you showed up with my cum still on you, I knew."
"Can... can I be honest, James?" She turns around to look up at you. "I.... I'm not doing any of this to avoid getting fired, or so you won't call the cops..." she swallows. She's broken the act now, speaking normally. "If I wanted to, I'd just say fuck it and face the consequences... but when you took me...made me your own like that..." she strokes your arms, "fucked my ass and made me scream...." up around your back now, squeezing.."I knew...that I would do anything you asked of me."
You pull her into a kiss, forcefully exploring her mouth with your tongue, gently biting her bottom lip as you break the kiss and spin her back around to nibble on her neck and send a hand into her bikini bottoms, finding that ready slit. This girl is gagging for it. You break loose, pushing her away gently.
"Can't get too carried away just yet, my pet. Still too many eyes and ears around." A bout of laughter wafts this way from the firepit. "We'll have to bide our time and wait for the right moment... until then..." you give her a forceful kiss, and she moans into your mouth like a lewd little girl.{elseif KaylaEdge = 1
}"Hey there, stud." Kayla smiles at you as she reclines on the water on a raft. She has what appears to be a mojito in her hand. She must have done that herself.
"Hey yourself, sexy." You wade over to her, letting the water buoy you up as you sneak a swig of her drink.
"I think I did a pretty good job of burying the hatchet, don't you?" She reaches out to tangle fingers in your hair.
"Yes. You did." You are still a little hesitant about her plan. "I don't know if we're going to get a good opportunity, with this many people in the house."
Kayla smiles. "Don't worry. I was talking to Jenna earlier. After the movie, she's thinking about taking Karen and hitting a club, a little girls night out on the town. They may even take Karen's hubby, what's his name?"
"Jack."
"Yeah, their gonna have Jack drive them, and get an Uber back." She snakes a hand down into the water to stroke your bulge through your shorts. "I think we can manage once that happens."
Your blood is pulsing and your heart is pumping. She really wants to go through with this, and you can't seem to make yourself be more cautious.
{else
}Kayla looks up at you with a smile from the floating raft, raising a frozen margarita.
"Thanks so much, boss. This has been rare fun! I guess you don't realize how lonely you are sometimes."
"I'm glad, Kay. And you handled Jenna pretty well I think. I'm sorry if what Zoe said hurt your feelings."
Kayla pops her glass into a floating cup holder and sits up in the water, straddling the raft. "She's wasn't wrong. She has every right to be pissed at me. It's been a long time, but I think I'm coming to face a lot of the choices I've made in my life. I didn't grow up expecting to be someone's....mistress. Or to be a homewrecker." Her smile slips into a moment of pain and regret. "I don't....I can't say I regret my time with Frank, but I regret what that time meant for other people, and without the rose-colored glasses, I can recognize how toxic our relationship was. He was controlling, demanding, and often cold. I thrived on that control: I've always responded to masterful men. It's a weakness of mine." She blushes, remembering who she's talking to. "...sorry, James."
"But now that he's dead, I can see that it was a one-way street. I worshiped him, and he basically used me for pleasure. He was never violent, or really cruel, but he certainly held all the cards, and never gave an ounce more affection than he felt like."
You nod. That jived with your picture of your father. Everything was his way or the highway.
"All these years, I've never asked: what was your father like?"
Kayla's face gets calm and serious. "I don't really know; he died when I was seven."
"Oh shit, Kayla, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, you didn't know." She floats closer to you. "He had leukemia. I remember piggyback rides and his nice smile, but not much else. Mom...she was not cut out to be a single parent. She let us run all over her. I always thought Scotty was going to end up in jail until he joined the Marines. That got him straight. I never...got straight, I guess."
"Hey we don't have to..."
"It's okay, James. We're opening up, right?" she smiles, despite a tremble in her lip. You reach out to take her hand, and she squeezes yours in return.
"After the funeral, I thought maybe you were just another Frank, but I've seen now that you aren't like him at all, James. Thanks for inviting me over."
You blush. {if TaraSexLvl > 1
} Thinking about Tara, you aren't so sure about her assessment. {endif
}"You're welcome, Kay."{endif
}