Page 35 of The Woman in 3B
“Polo!” her niece hollered close to my ear. The volume made me involuntarily wince.
Anissa, with her eyes still closed, shot towards the sound of the voice. Her hands seized onto my upper arms. “Gotcha!” she triumphantly exclaimed.
Her niece shrieked in my ear. She escaped, using my back as a spring board, as she launched herself to a different part of the pool.
Anissa’s eyes popped open, and her hands remained wrapped around my thin biceps. My arms were probably my favorite body part. I was pretty scrawny everywhere else, but lifting luggage into overhead compartments had left me with toned biceps and triceps.
Anissa’s cheeks were slightly flushed and her mouth was open from heavy breathing. Her cleavage heaved up and down beneath her bathing suit covering. Hair stuck to the sides of her face and her mascara had started to run beneath her eyes, but I thought she looked as beautiful as ever.
“You got me,” I murmured.
“Hey,” she breathed. She dropped my arms and ran her hand over her face to wipe away the excess pool water. “I didn’t know you were playing.”
“I didn’t have much choice,” I softly laughed. “Your niece kind of recruited me.”
She grinned, showing off her dimples. “Second-guessing coming over yet?”
“Maybe a little,” I sheepishly replied. “I definitely feel out of place. I didn’t mean to barge in on your family time.”
“It’s no big deal. The more the merrier.” Anissa floated perceptively closer. “Are you done being angry with me?”
“Angry?”
“When you first got here,” she reminded me. “You yelled at me about having a husband and kids.”
“I didn’t yell at you,” I demurred.
“You were mad at me though. Why?”
“I, uh, I guess I got mad that maybe you lived a double life. I work with some people who do that.” I absently flicked at the top of the water. “They act single when they’re on the job when they actually have a spouse and a houseful of kids.”
She cocked her head as she inspected me. “Why would that make you angry?”
I self-consciously lowered my voice even though no one would be able to hear us over the radio and her nieces and nephews. “I know we didn’t do anything in Philadelphia last week,” I frowned, “but we could have. And I’m not a home-wrecker.”
“Not a home-wrecker, but a party crasher,” she smirked.
“Yeah,” I laughed. “I guess so.”
I felt a hand brush against my thigh under the water. I took the glancing touch as inadvertent until that same hand cupped my pussy over my bikini bottoms.
I sucked in a sharp breath at the assertive touch.
My eyes darted everywhere but Anissa’s face as a calm, solid finger lazily stroked my clit through the material of the yellow bikini bottoms. Her nieces and nephews splashed and screamed in the shallow end of the chlorinated pool. Her brother, Sam, continued to work at the stainless-steel gas grill, although I couldn’t imagine them needing to make more food. Anissa’s sister-in-law and the other woman reclined nearby on lounge chairs. Her mother and father played a card game beneath the shaded shelter of an oversized umbrella.
Anissa’s face didn’t let on what she was doing to me beneath the water’s surface. I tried to do the same, but it was understandably much harder for me to accomplish.
“Are you feeling okay?” she mused musically. “You’re looking a little flushed.”
“F-Fine,” I choked out as she firmly pressed against my slit. Only the bikini’s stretchy material kept her from fingering me in front of her family. “It’s probably just from the sun.”
“Maybe you should get out of the water,” she suggested. “You don’t want to burn.”
I felt the stretch of a second finger knocking at my entrance. A desperate whimper bubbled up my throat. But as much as I wanted her to, she never slipped those fingers underneath the Lycra material between my thighs.
Her voice dropped to a velvet purr. “Still second-guessing coming over?”
I swallowed thickly. “No.”
