Go to the pool again

This time, you had come dressed to impress. And in this context, that meant wearing the tightest, smallest pair of swimshorts you owned. The obscene bulge your third leg formed in them could be seen from across the pool. The tip of your cock hung so low in them that it threatened at any moment to peak out the bottom if you got even the slightest bit aroused, which was exactly what happened when you found Becca sunbathing.

"Damn hot, isn't it," you opened, not entirely referring to the weather. The pool beauty was wearing sunglasses, but you could tell from the annoyed puff of air that she was rolling her eyes behind them. She tipped her sunglasses beneath her nose with her index finger, responding "Look dude, I really don't--"

In a single moment, her entire demeanor changed. Her emerald green eyes widened as she got her first good look at your crotch. She didn't say a word; she was enthralled by her discovery, refusing to tear her eyes away from her prize. Eventually, for the sake of social etiquette, she did manage to make a response. "Actually, I guess it is pretty hot," she chuckled in a schoolgirl tone. "I think I could use some more lotion. Would you mind helping me out with that?" She batted her lashes at you seductively.

You smiled internally, knowing she was putty in your hands now. "I'd be happy to." You grabbed some of her lotion, spreading it over your hands. As she turned over to expose her backside, you added, "I'm John, by the way."

You slowly began massaging her flawless skin as she responded with a delighted coo, "Becca. You're... very good with your hands, John." You smugly retorted, "I'm even better with other parts."

You were as unsubtle with feeling her body as you were with your innuendos, not that Becca seemed to mind. By the time you reached her heart-shaped ass, you were openly squeezing and groping it. You could faintly hear what sounded like Becca moaning your name under her breath. Then, more audibly, she asked, "I suppose you've heard what people say about me, haven't you?"

Hands still on her rear, you responded truthfully, "I've heard you're a woman who knows what she wants."

A faint smile formed on her face. "Let's not start playing coy all of a sudden now." She turned over and sat up, placing her face right in front of yours. In a hushed tone, she continued, "What I want is the biggest, fattest cock in the whole damn world." As she spoke, she ran a finger from your chest down your defined abs, right until it was just above your groin. "And by the looks of it, I've finally found someone man enough for me." She wrapped her hand around the tip of your cock, which was now poking out of your shorts, just as intended. Becca exhaled slowly, finally having caught her white whale.

It was your turn now to match this sizequeen. "Then let's find out if you can take it, slut. Your place or mine?"

"Mine," she responded eagerly. "You better drive me there now, or I might just jump you right here in front of everyone." She got up and followed you out of the pool, pressed against your side the entire way.

You hadn't even stepped foot in the pool, but it looked like you were about to get wet regardless.