Great for Now (Book Two of The Now Series) Page 5

  I march right to my bedroom to change in my swim suit, the bed is so tempting. I could just lay on it and relive what happened earlier, me and Candy Cop rocking each other, acting so primitive. I grin, thinking of the name I call him. He is candy for the eyes. Man, his body is candy too. I could suck and lick it all night, and in the end I would be graced with luscious candy cream.

  I undress and I reach down between my legs, rubbing my clitoris for a few times, then I put my middle finger in my vagina, rubbing my clitoris again, feeling horny. I touch myself again, this time rubbing my finger deeper. I moan, closing my eyes, I move my finger to my nose smelling its appealing scent, then I taste it.

  Screw the suit, I rush down the stairs, open the back sliding glass door, to hear the sounds of crickets, and feel the east wind as the forecast for the evening is rain. The night's smell is a combination of jasmine and fresh cut grass. I am in my own oasis, ready to submerge in tingly water, my nipples harden to the cool night.

  I think of Candy Cop, what a fantasy come true if he were to be here. I smile feeling so entertained by that thought, seeing the life saving buoy with its attached nautical rope on the wall imagining him wearing it naked, or better yet, him walking out from the dark in his uniform ready to preform a strip show. Ah that would get me on my knees begging for him to preform on me. Maybe handcuffing me as he had his way with me. He would tell me to be quiet, until he'd direct me when to talk and what to say. Thinking like this turns me on, I like playing the subservient; it's exciting to experience role reversed behind closed doors, especially when I am the one who gives the orders in the office.

  I like playing the helpless sex toy, to selective men like Candy Cop.

  Otherwise I fantasize with whoever I find sexy and delicious on the television screen, like the gracefully aging George Clooney if I am looking for someone older and sophisticated, or if I am craving someone younger who has a hard body. I think of the one and many hot ones on the screen like Hunter Parrish, skillfully aiming at my sweet spot rubbing my clitoris. I know I would blush madly if I ever were to exchange eyes with either of them, but a girl can fantasize. It is how I was able to conquer my sexual inhibitions, or at least break my shell from it. There are still many levels I haven’t explored yet.

  My mind drifts to Candy Cop again, wondering where he is, and if he has given me much thought. I don't like to compare him to the stereotypical alpha male, who does a whole lot of screwing. The pit of my stomach drops thinking he has already forgotten about me, or worst yet, is having sex with yet another girl he has pulled over.

  This gets me sad. He’s one hot male, and I wonder how long my craving for him will last, because its over taking my every thought. It's annoying having these sexual urges, wanting to thrush my private in his perfect manhood, at a regular basis, because of him. My finger can only do so much, and to think this is just day one.

  I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.

  Walking down the pool steps, the water is cold. I just have to take the plunge and submerge myself, or I will only get colder. I count to five and go under the water. Its freezing, I start swimming, the coldness starts getting warmer.

  Finally I am no longer cold, enjoying the cool mysterious water, and feel at ease being outside in my little paradise. Spending most of my days indoors makes me stir crazy at times, craving the outdoors.

  As I swim towards the end of the pool, closest to the hedges, I notice bubbles. I go to them, and let the water jet massage my back, oh it feels so good, like having my own personal massage therapist rubbing my tender spots. The pulse is strong, having a pounding feel.

  It gives me a naughty idea. I smile, turning around, I know I am bad to even try this, but why not? More power to me and my sex.

  First I lie back and bring my butt to the wall, lifting my legs out of the pool, thinking the jet will be parallel to my VJJ, making a bullseye to my clit, but it isn’t.

  Still I leave my legs up, looking up to the sky, fantasizing about Candy Cop. I move my hand over to my jungle and just pet it, thinking how good it is about to feel, stroking it, taming it down for the ride of its life.

  I start breathing hard, taking my legs down, feeling the anticipation moving my hips, back and forth. Ah, yeah, you are about to feel pleasure, really earth rocking pleasure. Man, do it to me now.

  I bring myself closer to the water jet, forwarding my pelvic area real close to it. Ah, the tease of feeling it against my clit sends shockwaves around my waist, shoot. It felt so good.

  This time I position my sex right in front of the jet, and bingo the fun starts.

  I slowly thrust my vagina to the jet ever so gently, just getting a feel to build up from, moving my womanhood faster into the pulsing water. Imagining I am being licked by Candy Cop's tongue. This time I am moving my VJJ in circles, teasing myself. Man, the frontal thrusting up and down feels the best.

  Now my womanhood has a mind of its own, I am not making it move. It is doing it all by its self and I am loving it, feeling the build up. Rocking steady into that pulsating water, thinking of Candy Cop, shoot I am ready to come, but I don't want to.

  I want more, I want more pleasure, I slow down, though my hips are still moving back and forth but not so fast. I start up again, my womanhood is super sensitive working its way back faster against the pulsating water, moaning, thrusting myself against the strong flow, until I come.

  Even then, I stay put, enjoying the lasting effect of the orgasim, my hips still moving forward, they are taking their time to move back.

  I take a deep breath looking around the pool. I feel lightheaded. I think I hear something in the hedge, but my legs are spent. So I swim back to the pool's steps and go back in the house.

  I am so tired, but I am still horny for Candy Cop. If he were to show up here. I'd be ready for him.

  Chapter 16

  Bo

  I drive to Julie's house. Its quiet impressive as I thought, its a two story Spanish style house with a barrel title roof. She must be racking in the bucks.

  I park down the street, close to the intracoastal. I wonder if I should even be doing this. How about if someone sees me, thinking I am a stranger and calls the police.

  Calm down, this is a public street, attached to a public sidewalk.

  Still I am nervous but I want to see her. Once at her house, I see a side gate. I go over and it opens, my heart races. I follow the paved walkway, to the sound of water splashing.

  I slowly walk to the edge of the house and see Julie swimming, her back to me as she swims. It doesn't look like she is wearing a swimsuit, but I can't be certain. Still this gets me excited.

  I hide behind the hedges that frame the east side of the backyard. Staring at her, through the thick branches. My heart pounds in anticipation of her turning around to hopefully swim back to the side closest to me.

  I watch her, seeing the sexiness in the way she moves. She is so hot, though she has this conservative persona she is anything but when she is tuned on. Man, do I want a piece of her now.

  My penis is beating for her, I move closer to get a better view of her. This brutal, watching her when I know she wants it.

  Go after her.

  Go get her!

  But I am not listening to my inner desires, this is unlike me. This is crazy, my emotions are now involved with my constant sexual desires.

  She arrives at the side of the pool just a few feet away from me. Luckily the wind is blowing, the palm trees moving, masking my deep breaths. Julie looks my way but only for a second. I want to call for her, but she turns her back and takes another lap across the pool.

  Julie turns around again and swims to the same place she was when she looked my way. This time she moves closer to the wall, lays back and that is when I see she is naked. Her breasts floating in the water, her nipples erect, getting my cock hard. I step back taking in the beauty of her body.

  She brings her legs above, hanging from the patio floor, her ass resting against the pool's wall. I see her
sex when she lifts up her butt to see her jungle. It is driving me mad. She just lies there, staring up to the moonlight like a goddess. Her hair slicked back, gives her a bad ass look.

  My heart races, wondering when she will get out of the pool so I can make my move. I can't take this anymore. I want her.

  Go in the water.

  Make your move.

  Don't be a fool.

  Not acting on my desires is hard, but I feel the timing is not quite right. I watch her pull her legs back in the pool, she gets very close to the pool wall, then she starts going up and down. She drops her head back to the right side, going up and down, it looks like she’s getting off on the wall. Moaning, while she rocks into the wall, damn she looks hot, thinking she is playing with herself, but both of her hands are on the pool ledge.

  How is she getting off?

  She is ripping that wall, then I realize she is rubbing herself in the water jet, rubbing hard on her pleasure button. My wood is ready to tap into that oasis, watching her is making me stir crazy.

  Watching her come is the most beautiful sight, man she is just gorgeous. I realize then she is not like any other woman. She is all about self-reliance.

  Julie looks right at the hedges again, looking so beautiful that I freeze. What is going on with me? I can't move, watching her swim across the pool back to the steps, where she quickly gets out. How beautiful she looks naked in the moonlight and all I can do is watch.

  Chapter 17

  Julie

  I had to laugh thinking how I managed to get off on a water jet. I had no idea how pleasurable one could be.

  The force of the water was just enough, to get me going to have an orgasm in less than a minute. I also know it happened so fast because I was thinking of Candy Cop pounding his hard, long, thick, pleasure flesh stick into my sex.

  Thank goodness, I have an imagination or life would simply be one big bore.

  As I took a bath, I thought about Paul Brady to get my mind off of Candy Cop. From what I have read about him and know to be fact, he has never gotten in trouble with the law. If anything was different about him and the typical young man these days, he liked to help his community and played basketball. I couldn't wait to actually meet him. I just hoped no fishy business would happen to him in jail.

  However what puzzled me about him were his eyes, they looked so familiar, yet I know I have never meet him before.

  Lying in bed, I think of Candy Cop again, reaching between my legs, my mind drifts to sleep thinking it's him nestled nicely between my warm legs.

  Chapter 18

  Bo

  On my way out, I take a quick detour to the sliding glass door, I try to slide it open, but its locked. The lights are off, still I look in as the moon light shines the room a bit. Its beautifully decorated, not like my apartment. The furnishings are modern and she even has a flat screen TV above the fireplace and it is neat. I wonder if she does the cleaning or if she has someone else do it for her.

  I walk back to the pavers, to walk out of the side gate. I look up to the second floor to see a light in the far right of the house where she most probably is.

  After taking a few more steps the neighbor's motion light goes off. I look up but the light about blinds me. I'll have to remember that if I decide to come back later tonight.

  Go back!

  What is it with you?

  Why are you so shy now?

  Don't you know she wants you?

  I walk fast to my car, taking out my smartphone from my back pocket, struggling with my dick's rage wanting Julie so badly, shit, I can't forget how good she feels. How she just rides her hips back and forth.

  Call her!

  Call her now!

  I pull out my cellphone from my back pocket and speed dial her number. I just want her. I want to pound myself in her beautiful oasis. Just as I am about to speak, the call goes straight to voicemail. A dead end, but instead of driving off. I do the opposite.

  I imagine her next to me, teasing me with her librarian front, looking me straight in the eye, loosing her bun enough where she can now shake her hair, letting it fall down. This transforms her into a sex toy. She lets her hands do the talking, first rubbing the front of my jean fly, driving me mad.

  I thrust my dick hoping she moves faster but no, she keeps teasing me. Then she bends down and unzips my pants with her teeth and this has me arching my back. Man does she know how to turn on a man, I’m ready for her to rock my dick, I am panting wanting her to get on top of me like she did yesterday. Fuck, I can't forget how moist and wet her private was, how it blew me away, even wearing a condom. It’s no joke, it knows how to shrink itself around me. Yeah baby, bring it on.

  But still she just unzipped my fly, and now she pulls my jeans down along with my underwear. And I am like a missile ready to blast off.

  Chapter 19

  Julie

  The alarm wakes me early, there’s no time to waste, wanting to get in the office by 7:30. This is the time the courthouse opens, so I can hopefully schedule Paul Brady's deposition for today, provided that Mr. Burns is available. I'll say it is an emergency.

  Still I think of Candy Cop, wishing today was yesterday morning, and I would be seeing him. I can't help thinking about him, he literally rocked my world.

  My hair is long for a reason, its sexy when I want it to be giving the exotic look with its waves when I just let it down. Yet when I am all about being serious, I wear it up, either in a bun or ponytail. It gives me the serious don't screw with me look. The one I go for when I am at work and in the courthouse.

  I'm sure more than half of the office thinks I don't give sex a thought, never saying, "Girl, did you see that hottie that just walked by,” those words would never come off my lips.

  I keep it low key in the office, never acting inappropriate, keeping the good girl image intact, mortification would fill the office if they knew I often got off at my desk, to get through a day.

  Walking down the stairs I see the pool from the stairwell window, I see, Joan, my retired neighbor on the left tending to her backyard garden.

  I blush, thinking if she only knew what I was doing in the pool last night, she'd have a heart attack. Then I think maybe she does, because she likes to snoop and be in others business like a hound dog. But I do appreciate this, because she is better than an alarm, nothing gets past her.

  Joan spends most of her days outside in her gardens, the one in the front and the one in the back, looking out windows looking for anything that looks out of place. Her husband died ten years ago of a stroke.

  Joan also likes the fact that I am a lawyer, stopping me whenever she sees me outside for legal advice. I pass on making coffee this morning and decide I'll get some at the office, it's time I try my coffee maker. I grab my briefcase, looking inside to make sure I placed back the Paul Brady file, when I see it. I am ready to go, just as I set the house alarm, I see Joan working in the front yard. How ironic I think.

  I slowly open the door and close it, hoping Joan doesn't hear any noise coming from the house. So far I am in the clear, I slowly walk to my car and just when I think she doesn't hear me, she calls for me.

  "Julie, please wait.”

  I turn to her, "Oh hi, Joan, I am kind of in a rush. I have to be at work early this morning. Is everything ok?" I ask.

  She gets up from the dirt near the flower bed, "I am kind of worried about you."

  It felt like my heart stopped for a second, panicking that she may have heard me last night. Maybe the hedges were still not high enough to muffle sounds coming from my yard.

  "Oh, did you hear me in the pool last night?" I ask, hoping this would stop her from having to say an embarrassing story.

  Joan was now inches away, "Oh, no dear, those hedges of yours are quite high, I can't see anything in your yard. But if I were you, I would trim them to not give a peeping Tom another show," Joan suggests.

  I half-smile, thinking she is being a bit paranoid.

  "Aren't you going t
o ask, what I meant by a peeping Tom?"

  "I do know what a peeping Tom is, are you saying there was one around last night?" I ask, feeling a bit nervous.

  "Well, yes, there was one here last night. I about called the police but I couldn't find my phone. But tonight I will be prepared, see my phone is right by my side."

  My stomach became queasy, feeling gassy letting my nerves get the better of me.

  "So this peeping Tom was in your backyard?"

  "No dear, I was up in my room, looking out at the stars, when I happened to look down and saw this man walk out of your side gate."

  Heart is now beating a mile a minute, feeling like I was about to be pushed off a cliff. Looking at Joan, seriously just like when I drill a witness about an incident.

  "What time did you see this man?"

  “I'd say between 8:30-8:45."

  Are you sure? I ask, my heart going stir crazy, remembering the field day I was having with myself. I wonder if he saw me, riding the water from the jet. I could feel myself get wet with excitement, and if it was him, why didn't he come out and join me?

  "Yes, I remember because I just finished watching Law and Order which ends at 8:30. You see my leg was acting up, so I got up from bed, walked around my room to get the circulation going. I then thought it would be nice to just sit by the window and enjoy the moon lit night, and that's when I saw him walk out of your side gate. I saw him for a minute. When the spotlight went off."

  I knew this to be true, because Joan's security spotlight turns on, when any movement is detected within a 30 ft range. Many times just walking up my walkway I would trigger it off.

  "How did he look?"