Sinful Temptation (BWAM) (slow updates)

Chapter 6

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Ameera was used to getting looks, people practically stared her down everywhere she went. And she was gorgeous, she knew that, but her fashion style also contributed to the gaping eyes of both men and women. Mini skirts, crop tops, shorts that had her ass all on display, Ameera liked anything that showed a great deal of skin. She enjoyed dressing like a slut.

At least she was living up to her reputation.

The pool party that the Smiths were hosting gave even more of an excuse to do so. Smearing the pink gloss across her plump lips, giving herself a once-over in the mirror. The flowy material of the sundress stopped right above the middle of her thighs, putting her chunky thighs on display, while the top of the dress was tight-fitted; but not showing much of her chest. This was fine since the simple bathing suit hidden underneath showed enough skin to get a rise out of anybody.

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Just about twenty minutes after, Ines' car parked in the massive driveway the Smiths owned; alongside some of the other cars that her grandmother recognized from church. It seemed like quite a bit of people were invited. Great, more attention for me then.

Despite being here before, the house -- mansion, still left her in awe. Having walked up to the towering door, she was about to ring the bell, and one of the maids came running to greet them. She assumed they had a reputation of hospitality to uphold.

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Situated on a chair in the Smith's backyard, Ameera sipped on a barely alcoholic beverage, much to her disappointment, as she watched the others invited to mingle. Eyes scanning the area filled with both adults and kids alike, she searched for the person she had really come here for.

And there it was in all its glory.

Fluffy hair pulled back into a short ponytail, little beads of sweat racing down the side of his face and into the white wife-beater that he adorned. The way the thin material put his biceps on display had Ameera staring a little too long, not that she cared, but it did not go unnoticed by his wife, Victoria.

Ignoring the searing stare of the bothered and botched wife, she crossed her legs and discreetly pushed up her cleavage as she saw Aarav heading her way.

"Ameera, hey. You uh--, you look lovely today," the older male stated as he tried his best to avert his eyes anywhere but her body.

"Do I? Thank you, love. You're quite the beauty yourself. I don't think your wife wants me looking at you though. "

He chuckles nervously, a hand reaching up behind his hair to rub his reddening neck. He pretended not to see the piercing glare of Victoria on his back. "She'll be fine. Do you plan on taking a dip?"

Ameera glanced at the chlorinated water, kids and adults alike swarmed in it like bees in a honeycomb. She scrunched up her face in distaste. "I think I'll pass, too many people."
His eyes suddenly lit up at her words, and his eyes darted to the gazebo as he implied elsewhere. "There is a private hot tub further around the house, you could go there. That is if you want to though."

She stared as his cheeks turned scarlet, trying to decipher if it was from the scorching sun he was standing in while speaking to her, or from what he suggested. Her cheeky self was obviously not going to pass up the chance to be alone with him, especially since his wife had long turned her back to doing whatever with her companions. Not that she cared personally, but for the sake of the man before her. Picking up her phone and shoving her well-manicured toes in her slippers, she followed behind him.

After a few turns (which she wasn't paying attention to because of the delectable back before her) they entered a dimly lit room with a massive hot tub, as promised. The lights from inside the pool illuminated the water as it bubbled in an almost mystical manner, attracting her towards it. Not even waiting a proper minute, she placed her belongings on a nearby counter and descended into the water. A small moan of relief left her mouth as she sank into its welcoming warmth.

Twirling around, she looked up at Araav as he awkwardly spun around to leave.

"You're leaving? So soon? You should stay a bit."

"That would be inappropriate, Ameera. I'll have to pass, plus I have to get back to the kids."
You know what's inappropriate? You jacking off to her, his brain reminded him.

"Aww, c'mon. A few minutes won't hurt, they'll be fine. And it's rude to leave a guest by themselves," she coaxed, internally cheering when he, fortunately, slid in slowly. Unforuanltey, he was on the next side like he was scared of her.

And he wasn't scared of her, he was scared of what would happen if he went too close. He was already having a hard time with the strain in his shorts. Eyes trained on how gracefully she moved in the water, how its droplets cascaded across her brown skin which seemed even more awing than usual.

Gliding over to the low bar stool he was sitting in the water, she placed herself on the one opposite to his, turning in his direction. "So, what have you been up to?", she questioned, not breaking her searing eye contact. But he broke. How could he not when such a mesmerizing woman was so close to him?

He gulped, his eyes shooting away from hers. Using a slender finger to trace his jawline and turn his face to her, their eyes locked as she spoke. "You seem nervous. Do I make you nervous, Araav?" And just like that, he was like a pirate to a siren's song, captivated by the beauty of everything about her.

Ameera's thumb followed the plump of his bottom lip, to the cupid bow on the top. He had to bite his tongue, physically stopping himself from releasing an embarrassing sound. She glanced up at him through her soaked eyelashes, serenading him with her eyes. "Can I kiss you?" she whispered, almost as if others could hear her.

And as he nodded yes with vigour, any thought of guilt or his wife had long gone through the window. Her hands crept up to his jaw as she pulled him down to lock their lips. All the lust and pure need she had built up from the picture was send poured out in the kiss. Her fingers gripped the back of his neck to pull him closer than he already was.

Sensing that he was maybe still reluctant, she put his hands around her waist, and he squeezed the supple skin there almost instinctively.

Araav on the other hand, couldn't believe this was happening. Her mouth felt warm against his, it felt good. It felt just right. He could taste a faint of the alcohol she was drinking earlier, and what tasted like weed. Though he didn't mind, and neither did the pulsing appendage in his lower area as her hands descended down his body; feeling ripples as she went.

Ameera pulled herself over his lap, resting her middle right on top of his stiffness. Chuckling deviously, she spoke, "You want me so bad, don't you?", followed by a slow grind on him.

There and then was when she heard the most gloriest sound that had ever graced her ears. The small whimper he had let out travelled across her skin, raising goosebumps as it went. She groaned as she his hair that was in a tight grip and pulled his head back far enough so their eyes could meet. "Fuck, you sound so good."

Without waiting on a reply from him, she rolled her hips once again. And again. And again.
Not once did she let them break eye contact, it was something about the look of raw desire in his eyes that kept her going. The heavenly noises that left his mouth each his pulsating member pressed up against her sopping cunt that could be felt through his shorts and the water if they tried hard enough. It getting hotter every time their tongues met.

She could feel the tremble of his thighs as his orgasm hit, his mouth hanging open as the moans she had become attached to so quickly left it. As he came down from his high, reality really began to hit him.

'I'm doing this with another woman in my wife's and I's house while she is outside. Nothing but that thought resonated through his head.

Eyes widened and filled with sudden guilt, he gently but briskly shifted Ameera to her previous position on the other stool. "I'm so sorry, this shouldn't have happened." Not even meeting her eyes, he breezed out of the hot tub and through the exit. She opened her mouth to taunt him but she figured he'd be too sensitive at the moment, feeling some form of guilt.

A giggle escaped her as she watched the aftermath of their interaction slide down his leg, and her wetness down hers. The mental record of his sweet moans is something she'd already plan on getting off on tonight. She smirked at she watched the last of his back disappear, not worried at all.

He'll be back for more, they always are.