First attempt at a story, so be gentle!

This happened a few years ago now, when I was in my mid twenties. (I’m in my thirties now.) It was the height of summer and I was living in the UK. I’d been invited to a barbecue at my older cousin’s place. He was in his forties at the time with a wife and kids. They lived in a beautiful house with a backyard pool, and they were always throwing parties there and hosting friends. People would drop in from all over, enjoy themselves and usually stay the night in the downstairs bedrooms.

Anyway, I arrive and quickly realize everyone there is older than me. My cousin and his wife are busy chatting around the grill, so I say hello, grab a drink and strike up a conversation with a few people. I end up chatting to this lady at the makeshift bar. She’s a mom-type in her forties too — dirty blonde and blue eyed with a curvy figure — and she’s dressed down like a typical mom running errands in the summer: tank top straining against an impressive set out tits, short jeans cut offs and sandals.

We start chatting (about music, her job, her holiday plans), and I start to wonder if she’s flirting with me. She makes a couple of comments about how young I am, but she also touches my arm whenever I make a joke, and I notice she’s smiling at me in this particular way. But whatever is going on is pretty short lived. Eventually she excuses herself to go for a smoke,and I do some mingling.

Anyway, fast forward to later when a lot of the guests have left and the ones that are staying are getting ready to go to bed. I’m thinking about what to do, when she shows up again and asks if I want a nightcap out on the patio by the pool. The lights are off in the house by now, and the party’s over.

We take our drinks outside and we’re just chatting at first, our feet in the water, both a little buzzed. At some point I feel her hand on my thigh, and my cock instantly responds. Maybe it’s because she notices, but she asks: “Does it bother you that I’m so much older?” I can’t really believe what’s happening. I say no, and before I know it we’re kissing. She tastes faintly of cigarettes, but honestly it’s even more of a turn on in the moment. She starts to rub my cock through my pants and my hand wanders up her shirt.

We’re not doing this for long before pulls back and makes some comment about the heat. “Why don’t we get a little wet?” She takes off her top, and I’m practically losing my mind as I watch her strip off completely. She’s got the body to match her age, with a beautiful bush showing, but she’s in incredible shape, and my cock is absolutely rock hard now. She makes her way down the small steps into the pool, totally naked, and then wades into the water. “Are you coming?”

I strip off, very much aware of my throbbing boner and her eyes on it, and make my way into the water. It must be 2 or 3 am now. I join up with her at the edge of the pool and we start kissing again. Her wet body feels incredible against mine, and I still can’t believe this is happening. I run my hands down her back and onto her ass, and try not to think too hard about how close my cock is to her pussy. I start to work my mouth down her neck and to her tits, which are just above the surface of the water, when I feel her hand reach down and begin working my cock under the water.

“I want you to fuck me,” she says. She starts wading to the pool steps, making as if to get out, but she stops, bent over — her glistening ass above the water line. I don’t need to be asked twice. I position myself on the first step, which just happens to be the perfect angle, and I start to fuck her right there. She makes this breathy moan as I push my cock in for the first time. Her pussy is so wet, and my cock is probably the hardest it’s ever been. I place my hands on her ass and start to move a little deeper. She reaches a hand behind her, places it over mine, and starts pushing her ass against every thrust, grinding against me.

I can hear her moaning louder now, and in the back of my mind I wonder if anyone can hear. After all, we’re fucking in a suburban backyard. But I’m a little preoccupied with other things. “Fuck me harder,” she says. And I go for it. I can feel my balls start to clap against her as I pick up the pace. “Fuck me,” she says again. “Fuck me!” Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something move.

There’s someone at the window on the lower level of the house, and they’re watching us. It’s a guy from the party, standing there with his toothbrush in his hand and staring. Maybe I would have stopped in a different scenario, but I can’t right then. It feels too good. So for the next few minutes, I continue to fuck her, mesmerized by her ass grinding against me. I finally tell her I’m going to cum, and she begs me to cum inside her.

I cum so hard that my knees almost buckle. She uses both hands to reach back and hold me there, inside her. It feels like I’m never going to stop coming. But eventually, I return to earth. I pull out and she turns to sit down at the lip of the pool, looking up at me with a smile on her face and her legs splayed open. I’m still hard, standing there with my cock in full view. I don’t want to check if the guy is still there, but I tell her I think we had an audience. “I know,” she says. “Let him watch.” She keeps her eyes locked with mine as she takes me into her mouth, and slowly cleans my cock of every drop of cum.

When she finishes, she pulls herself up and kisses me again — the taste of her pussy and my own cum on her mouth. She turns around to pick up her clothes, and I notice the guy is gone. We dress, watch each other a little sheepishly. She kisses me one more time, says thank you and good night, and walks back to the house. And that was the last time I saw her.