Who Cares What The Number Of The Universe Is So Long As It Ends In Sixty-Nine? 2 (Patreon)

Darcy rode facing the handsome newcomer. She lifted her arm to point out the local features they were passing and when she did, it pulled her blouse so tight against her breasts that Kon could see the embroidery on her bra.

She caught him looking once. Kon quickly turned his gaze out the window. Darcy was a little surprised at how shy he was after all his flirty talk. But she had to admit that she liked the idea of making a move on him. That he was as much innocence as he was machismo.

She rested her arm across the top of the seat. When Jane made a turn, Darcy’s hand dropped onto Kon’s left shoulder. She kept it there for a long time, feeling how warm his skin got under her fingertips.

Finally, Kon twisted to look Darcy in the eye, but he found her talking to Jane. He didn’t get it. Sometimes, it seemed like he had her so seduced that she was in the palm of his hand—other times he wasn’t sure at all.

Darcy took her hand off Kon’s shoulder when Jane drove them through the front gates of the apartment complex. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if she weren’t too into Jane to see his charms. It wasn’t as if she’d chosen to have tits that big; they were clearly natural. And maybe she had decided to sear his chest with those stiff nipples, but maybe she hadn’t.

At least the digs were nice. They were luxury condos, built on a hill overlooking a lake. Just far enough away to give a person some privacy as they swam the waters or lounged about on the beach.

Kon was shown to his room, but he didn’t spend much time there. As soon as he’d freshened up and checked the fridge for any good snacks, he was out on the lake, wiggling his toes in sand that was almost like a real beach. Only the waves were too short and the babes were too not there.

Apparently Jane and Darcy had picked such an isolated town to conduct their experiments in that everyone who wasn’t a lamer had left; there wasn’t so much as a fisherman at the pier.

Taking off his jeans and T-shirt, and thanking Europe for the black briefs that could pass as Speedos, he stretched out on sand warmed by the morning sun. It felt good on his bare back and legs. He slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses—he always kept a case in his pocket, because you could never be sure that there were Ray-bans to be had in the area—and drank in the light.

“Kon? Hey, Kon, you out here?”

Kon opened his eyes and dropped his sunglasses down. Darcy was coming to join him, a sun robe on over what looked very much like bare flesh.

“There you are,” she said, picking out his tanned flesh among the pure white sand. “I thought you would be.”

She carried a folding sand chair and a beach bag over to where he laid. When she dropped the bag, a magazine spilled from it. She uncollapsed the chair and set it beside him.

“Want a towel?”

“I’m not wet yet,” Kon told her.

“Yeah.” Darcy pulled a radio and a bottle of tequila out of her bag before finding her phone. “Jane’s wondering where you are. She’s worried you might pick a fight with the 101st Airborne or something.”

Kon snorted. “I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, but if you couldn’t, she’d think it was her fault, so try not to freak her out any more than usual, ‘kay?”

Kon usually resented being told what to do. But anyone who looked like Darcy was free to give him orders all day. “Why don’t you tell her that you’ll be keeping an eye on me? She’ll like that.”

“I don’t know,” Darcy said, looking over how well-built Kon was. “She might’ve wanted to keep an eye on you herself. It’s been a while since Thor’s been around.”

She bit her lip, imagining those muscular legs trapping her between them while she pumped her head up and down on his hot cock. Darcy couldn’t tell, in her indistinct fantasy, if he was making her bob her head or she was doing it herself. Just so long as she got a taste of that prick.

She stripped off her sun robe before she sat down and Kon’s eyes went wild. She was wearing a bikini that gave her the support a woman of her curves needed, but much of it was translucent. Only the nipples on her ample breasts were covered by tiny circles of opaque fabric. There was hardly more than a credit card at her groin that couldn’t be seen through. Kon saw the darkened curls of her pubic hair swirling against her creamy skin.

“Which do you like more?” Darcy asked him. “The sun or the sea?”

The skin, Kon thought, hardly caring about this little swimming hole when he had Darcy in front of him, almost naked, showing off that her voluptuous body was just as delirious as it looked when she was dressed.

“Hard to choose, huh?” Darcy continued, and it was true. Kon couldn’t decide what he wanted first: her tits, her legs, her hips, or maybe that smart little mouth… with those spectacled eyes looking up at him, daring him to come down her throat. A smug look on her face as she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist feeding her his seed once he was inside her mouth… “How about a drink?”

She leaned over into her bag to get two metal cups. Darcy rolled onto her right hip to uncork the bottle and Kon was treated to a spectacular view of her ass, covered by nothing but the thong that went on its utterly useless way between her well-cushioned buttocks. There was no way she couldn’t feel the heat of Kon’s stare.

“I could use a drink,” Kon said finally, the words barely getting through his dry throat.

Darcy flopped onto her back to hold out the drink to Kon. As she did, her eyes flicked down to his legs. She was pleased to find that his cock was big enough to make those well-fitted speedos of his now much too small—and that she was having enough of an effect on him to make it rock-hard.

At least, she hoped it was rock-hard. The thought of it stiffening anymore was scary. Like a roller coaster was scary.

Darcy’s mouth watered.

They didn’t speak much as they relaxed in the sun, relying on their drinks to keep them cool. But Darcy couldn’t keep her eyes off Kon’s body and Kon couldn’t look away either. The hot sun made the tequila even more potent. As soon as the last drop was gone, Darcy was refilling their cups.

And it was clear to both of them that they were sharing an excuse for what they were about to do. As if more were needed than how they both looked. They might be strangers, but they could both tell how good the sex would be.

“Maybe we should chug these,” Kon opined, swirling his tequila. “Move this along before the sun burns that goth complexion of yours.”

Darcy lifted her sunglasses so their eyes could meet. “You wouldn’t happen to have any lotion I could put on, do you Kon?”

“Not yet. But I do have a way for you to avoid tanlines.” And he reached over to tear away her bikini top.

Her double Ds popped out with the exuberance of a cheer routine. Darcy gasped, sucking in air to deal with how affronted and aroused she was by Kon’s audacity. Her shocked expression settled into approval at how bold he’d been.

She didn’t want to be flirted with. She wanted to be fucked.

“And what about my bottoms?” Darcy asked with her usual wry tone.

“We can just keep them in the shade.” And Kon rolled on top of her.

Darcy felt like grousing that he hadn’t taken them off, as she’d clearly permitted him to. But then Kon was snuggling against her, crushing her bare breasts against his own hard pecs. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck while his mouth laid an onslaught upon hers. Forcing his tongue between her teeth and enjoying the pressuring heat inside her mouth as she sucked it.

Kon pushed his hips even closer than his bulging chest muscles, jamming his nearly bare cock into the churning heat of Darcy’s womanhood. Even without penetrating her, it was enough to make Darcy swoon.

His hands rolled over her curving body, following the ripe lusciousness of her hips and thighs, even enjoying how smooth and cool her bare back was. The front of her body sizzled with the heat it’d absorbed from the sun and Kon happily sampled it, Darcy moaning as he petted her face and caressing her quivering thighs.

“Take my panties off, Kon,” Darcy panted, barely recognizing her own husky voice—it’d been a long time since someone had turned her on so much. “Please get my panties out of the way and—”

Kon interrupted her by easing his weight off her lower body. Darcy moaned again, this time in dismay. She instantly missed having his bristling cock rubbing against her.

“Take them off for me,” he said. “Then take my cock out and put it in that sweet cunt. I know it’s big, but if you want it bad enough—”

Darcy trembled all over. She couldn’t recall ever doing that before. “You’re bad,” she said, yanking her bottoms down, but not bothering to take them all the way off. So long as they were out of the way… “I shouldn’t be letting you do anything when you’re so fucking bad.”

“You’re not letting me do anything. You’re enjoying it.”

“I’d better,” were Darcy’s last words on the subject, before she put one hand on Kon’s ass and one on the back of his neck, pulling him to her. She felt his dick throbbing between her thighs and his tongue licking across her own.

Kon’s body quaked now. Darcy knew it was a tension that could only be released in her own receptive flesh.