The Deck (story idea given by someone else, is written about her)

The Deck
I feel your eyes on my ass as I bend over the cooler to grab the guy's beer. It was your favorite event, a 60+ crowd of Canadian tourists. Not only was it boring, you weren't going to make any money either. At least I was there to keep your entertained, I offered since something came up with the regular girl last minute.
There were a lot of people on the roof, taking full advantage of the beautiful Florida winter. Its cool out but IM fine in a bikini top and a loose pair of jeans. You're the exact opposite of me as far as clothes, wearing a tight pair of shorts and a cut off shirt to match. I was by far the youngest in the crowd but even at nearly twice my age you are right after.
Reaching one arm over your shoulder I put a hand on your back and lean on you as I reach over the counter to hand off the beer. Any excuse to touch you. I turn and walk back to the other side bar letting my hand brush your ass as I go by. I thought I saw a shadow of a smile on your lips.
We get a little busier but I still find time to watch you. Watch you touch things and talk to people. The way you hands move when you talk. You put your hands on the middle of my back, sliding them down to my ass as your purposely bend next to me to grab a cup. Using my jeans you tug yourself up, giving me a preview of what it might be like for you to tug them off.
“You wear these so low” you remark putting your thumbs underneath my waistband in the front and pulling them out and up. They fall right back down but you knew that was going to happen before you did it. I wasn't wearing underwear and they sat just below the small of my back, in the front just below my hipbones. I shave purposefully to just below that point since that's typically where I wear my pants.
We seemed to have a lull and I walk over by you to grab my lighter from its latest borrower. The borrower requests one of her drinks and since I already had one hand on the bar I lean over a little further to check the cooler. I rummage around a bit and honestly can't find what she's asking for so get on one knee to look better. Looking down you smile saying “While you're down there...” and giggle at my expression. I still cant find the beer and ask again what she's drinking. “Check the other cooler” you are saying to me.
The other cooler is just to the right and happens to be the one you are standing directly in front of. “Spread em” I say and you cant resist turning your heels out a little and leaning on the counter as you do it.
I reach between your legs and open the cooler, digging around exaggeratively causing you to spread them a bit more. I find the beer she asking about and raise slowly, very close to you. Ice cold droplets fall from my hand and the bottle onto your thigh and run down to your calf's, you barely moved when they hit your skin and ran down your leg, it wasn't water i was imagining run down your leg.
I pop the top on the beer and hand it to her. Leaning across to once again make an attempt at my lighter, you beat me to it and snatch it off the counter. “You want it, come get it” you say backing away from me.
“Keep in mind, IM bigger, and stronger than you are” I say “that may be, but im faster”, you half-hop half-dash past, reaching the bar before me. You are holding my lighter over your head which really isn't helping you considering how much taller I am.
Leaning over too far I loose my balance and almost topple us both. Bracing my arm on the bar I catch you between me and it. My lips were dangerously close to yours. “Whoa”, pushing us back up I grab the lighter out of your now loose grip. “Aha, I got it”.
The night went on like this. I kept my lighter in my pocket so that you kept having to fish it out. Your hands would slide into my pocket feeling my thighs down as far as the fabric let you then bringing them back up and turning slightly inward before sliding them out, Then the back pockets, though you knew it was in the front right. I was getting excited with all this proximity going on.
It was getting later and there were a few people left still but likely not for long. It was almost 11 and well, they were still 60 and over need I say more.
Wiping everything down I save the ice chest for last and walking over to it now, grab out a rather large piece of ice. Your back is to me, the ice has already started to melt and drip down the palm of my hand, holding it above your neck I let a few drops fall onto you. You shiver as it runs down eventually disappearing into your shirt. “mmm, I prefer hot and wet” . Checking around quickly I say “that can be arranged” and put my mouth over the drop breathing hot air unto it. I lifted my hand, leaving other drops on your shoulders and neck, my hand was nearly on your hip.
Seeing movement headed in our general direction I move away and turn to grab a beer of my own. After grabbing his request you move and pour yourself a glass of wine. Turning you lean against the bar and watch me over the top of the glass at your lips, sizing me up. “Mmm, what I'd love to do to you up here.”
“Now how can you expect me to behave when you're saying things like that.” “Who asked you to behave?” you countered. I moved over next to you and grabbed my cigarettes off the top of the cooler. “In that case, the things I would like to do to YOU up here.” heh. I smirked “oh yea, like what?” you ask
Getting close to your ear I lean saying “why dont you stick around and find out.” “You're a lot of talk there lady” you answer before I even finish the sentence. “Oh really.” Now my hands were on you, I had you pinned against the bar. “ And if we were laying on that lounge chair over there..?”.
I was running my hands up over your body as I continued “How far would you let me go? Would you let me kiss your lips? Your neck? Your chest?” My hands spread out on your back as I said this. “How far would you spread your legs for me? Can you see me between them? I can see you lying there, one leg over my shoulder, one hand gripping the arm rest and the other pushing my face down on you, but that's just what I see...” I said this as I pulled away from you. “And what makes you think I would be the one on my back gripping the arm rest?” you said turning “Ha” I laughed “You'll come for me at least twice before I even consider letting you touch me.” You laugh at me as I walk around the corner of the bar to start picking up. “We'll see about that.” I hear you mutter as I walk away.
Except for condom wrappers there really wasn't much left to pick up. Judging by the number of wrappers though the fuck police looks to have been otherwise occupied. I smile to myself thinking about the drops of water that had fallen on your leg earlier. The bar is high enough, no one would have been able to see. I should have caught them with my finger and traced them back to their origin. I would have been to tempted to kiss you there without even thinking.
Movement to the left caught my eye, your back was to me straightening cushions on the chairs. Walking up quietly I slipped my hands around your waist. Stiffening at first you then relax when you see my familiar tattoos. “What's this you were saying about all talk?” I asked, kissing your shoulder. “You know how much I want you.” By this point how could you not. I couldn't resist pulling you into me a bit as I said it. “I know you've thought about it, thought about me. Wondered what my hands would feel like on you. Tell me you haven't fantasized about me, what would you have me do too you? Do you imagine my fingers wandering your body, rubbing you, caressing you?
My hands made their way to your nipples, already stiff in anticipation. I barely touch them and you moan reaching your hands up to cover mine, squeezing tighter. “Do you lay patiently, letting my fingers go where they may?” I was pinched your nipples, pulling them out away from your body and twisting lightly. Your back arches in response. “ Do you get wet thinking about my fingers finally dropping to please you?” I could see you squirming at my words, breathing faster as I continued. “Do you picture my finger running over slippery, swollen clit? Are they my fingers you imagine as you stroke yourself late at night?”
I was so excited, talking to you was driving me crazy. Your shorts are the lounge type with the elastic belt and my hand slides underneath easily. Your hips rise to meet me. Slowing I stroke the growing patch of dampness on your thong. I slip underneath, making lazy circles as you try to move back and forth desperate for contact. I manage to stay away, running my middle finger all the way down into you then back up where you want me. I keep the same lazy pace but this time across your clit. You're starting to moan, “oh god...” Putting one foot up on the lounge chair in front of you and spreading your legs further.
“Maybe you wonder what your fingers would feel like between my legs. Mmm, Imagine your fingers caressing and fingering my clit slowly, gently, watching the rise and fall of my chest increase.”
You''re breathing intensely now, wrapping your arm behind your head and around my neck. Your hands catch a fistful of hair and hold it “Dont fucking stop, oh my god.” Your moans were pushing me over the edge “ You're so fucking hot deb, come for me, come hard.” My finger was moving rapidly over the same spot, afraid to move a millimeter and risk losing any of the intensity that was building for you. Your breath hitched and I feel your muscles tighten. You stomach contracts and you pull me down to you, nearly stepping up off the chair as you climax..
We were both breathing hard, sides heaving. “Im so unbelievably horny right now.” I managed between tortured breaths. My hand was still in your shorts, resting just against your inner thigh, your back still to me. Bending lightly I whisper “I think about you, think about fucking you, with my tongue, my fingers, maybe something else. My hand was moving lower, fingers teasing you. “I think about what it would be like to bend you over, rub my cock on you clit, slid into you.
Three of my fingers fill you and you gasp “yea” in response. “If I were packing right now you would be hugging the fence and screaming my name. I know you think about it. Have you seen me grabbing your hips, slipping into you as you hold the fence tightly and move up and down slowly?”
My fingers were making sweeping circles inside you. Stopping I got up, pulling you with me. The shorts and thong slid easily and you step out of them and towards me. Laying down on the lawn chair I pull you over me so that you are facing the fence and the ocean beyond. Your knees come down on either side of my head, god I cant wait to taste you. I grab your ass, pulling you down to my mouth. You taste so sweet. My teeth rake over your spot and you yelp with a shock of pleasure. I push my tongue as far into you as I can and hold it stiff as I move you around on it.
You're leaning back onto the bed, hands splayed out behind you. I move my tongue back up to your clit moving sweetly over and around it. The cleft just under your breast heaves up and down prompting a trickle of sweat to run down the center. The sight was beautiful, reminding me in an instant why I loved women.
I sucked your clit into my mouth, holding it lightly in my teeth as my tongue assaulted it. You were sitting up over me again, hands first in my hair then locked on the fence in front of you. I hit a spot and felt you freeze above me, wild horses couldn't have pulled me away at that second. I was determined to keep my face steady, You hold your breath and for a split second I wonder ifI should stop.
Suddenly your hand grips my shoulder, fingernails embedding themselves in my flesh. You take a deep breath and start shaking as waves of orgasm begin rolling over you.
I continue licking you softly, lightly caressing you in the slickness of your cumm.
Finally you release your grip on my shoulder and lower yourself from my face. IM throbbing in my jeans, nearly desperate as you lay down beside me. I cant take it anymore and reach down, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans in one quick motion. I couldn't help moaning as my fingers finally connected with my clit, “IM gonna come in seconds.” I whispered
You're watching me, looking up to my eyes with a look of surprise and something else, lust maybe. I close my eyes, ready to give myself over to the relief I was so desperately seeking. IM breathing faster, IM almost there.
You're hand is on my arm, pulling my hand from my pants. You slip your fingers where mine had just been, copying my motions. You almost shudder as you push two fingers into me. I beg for another and you oblige, leaning on one elbow as leverage to fuck me with. “Fuck, I said turning to bite my arm. IM barely moving now, your thumb brushes my clit and time stops. I cry out your name as my stomach contracts harder with each stroke and I come clenching your fingers inside me.
After shocks shake me from the inside. You kiss me slowly, your tongue gently seeking mine out, pushing it lightly then biting my lip,. That little tug on my lip was enough to get me started again. We must continue this somewhere else....