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She was here again. Those long, smooth legs, the delicate bend of her wrist as she held her third drink of the morning, the swell of her hips framed by her slutty one piece.

Suguru had been raised to respect his elders - not once had he ever talked back, and he always did as he was told. But this woman– the one who’d woken up early every morning to stare at Suguru as he cleaned the pool– well, there was nothing respectful in the way he thought about her. 

He felt her gaze on his back like a laser, attentive to Suguru’s every move. Every time he turned to face her, she’d look away, a coy grin on her lips as she pretended to be doing anything else. She was a fucking tease, spreading her legs ever so slightly whenever Suguru walked by, arching her back just so to show off her generous cleavage.

Suguru wanted her bad , and he didn’t even know her name. 

What he did know, though, was that she was filthy fucking rich, with a child and, presumably, a husband. Which meant that Suguru’s fantasies about taking her on that very lounge chair were just that: fantasies. 

Besides, he had a job to do. He was lucky to have been selected to work at such a high-class resort. His mother had worried, had told him to focus on his masters degree, but he promised her it was just a little extra cash to help with the bills. The pay was good, the facilities even better, and they offered bed and board for all employees over the summer. 

If he managed to network a little over the next three months, too, then that was just an added bonus.

All that to say– Suguru steeled his brow, focusing on fishing all the leaves and gross little bugs out of the pool. The day was hot, almost 90 degrees, and his black wife beater didn’t help cool him down at all. 

Half an hour. Half an hour, and then he could go for his break, and spend all of three cigarettes trying to forget about her.

“Shit!”

A silky voice, deep and mature like the richest wine, sounded out from behind him, accompanied by a splash in the pool. A phone, pink with cute charms, floated to the bottom sadly. 

“My phone,” she pouted, and instantly he knew exactly who that voice had to belong to. Without thinking about it, he leaned over and fished her phone out of the water, turning to pass it to her.

He was speechless. From afar she was gorgeous, obviously, but up close she was something else entirely. He hyper-focused on the way the cool, clear water lapped at her thighs, the light sunburn that stretched across her cleavage. Her skin was pale for the most part, somehow resisting a tan despite the glaring sun, and he fought off the urge to grip her waist hard enough to leave bruises. 

“Here, ma’am. It was only in there for a second - it should be just fine.” It would be just fine; she had the newest model of phone on the market, likely completely waterproof. If he’d left it a second more the thing probably would’ve grown wings and flown back into her hand itself. She grinned anyway, wide and bright, and like magic, the sun had been outshone.

“Thank you!” Like she didn’t know the effect it would have on Suguru, she slipped the phone between her tits, likely on account of there being no pockets on her incredibly skin-tight bathing suit. “God, I’m so clumsy. I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached to my neck.”

Her laugh, predictably, was as pretty as the rest of her. It was loud and sweet, probably a little annoying to anyone else, but Suguru was too far gone to care. He let a smile slip onto his face and dragged his eyes up from her figure to meet her eyes.

Blue. Bluer than anything he’d ever seen. The sky, the sea, the brightest sapphires; none of them compared to her eyes. He could have stared at them for hours, but she cocked a single, perfectly shaped brow, smirking at his enamoured daze.

“Uh- it was no problem at all. Really.”

“I see you here a lot.” Understatement. Suguru was stationed at the pool for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. “What’s your name?”

“Geto. Suguru Geto.” He waded further towards her, the water doing a wonderful job at combating the heat she had building in his stomach. “I see you here a lot, too.”

A hum, the sharpening of her smile. “Oh, you do?” Even closer now. She pressed a manicured finger against Suguru’s muscle tank, right between his tits. “And here I thought I was the only one looking.” 

She was flirty, far too flirty for her first time meeting Suguru, but then he supposed it wasn’t really her first time meeting him. For a week and a half she’d leered at him, her interested gaze burning into his back, so really, he should’ve been grateful that she’d finally made a move.

“You’re hard to ignore.” Suguru made a point of looking over her body slowly, the drops of sweat sliding down her pretty neck.

She smiled again, pleased, a cute flush spreading over her face. “So bold,” the woman said, “but you still don’t know my name, do you?” She said it like a joke Suguru wasn’t in on, like he should have known who she was, but he was coming up blank. He ran his fingers through his chlorinated hair and smiled at her, the same smile he’d used on too many women before. 

“Mn, no, I’m sure I do,” he snapped his fingers in front of him, faux-concentration on his face, “Sayaka? No, Sumiko. Wait– I got it– Sakura.” 

Laughter looked good on her, especially like this; her entire face glowed, a childish giggle escaping her, and he revelled in the fact that he’d made it happen. 

“Close,” she twirled a strand of long, wavy white hair in front of her, “but it’s Satoru. Got that? Sa-to-ru.”

—-

Since then, Satoru had become a frequent fixture in his work day. She’d claimed that specific lounger, the one closest to the pool, and they’d chat for the duration of his shift. More than once, she’d begged him to take a break, claiming that the constant sun couldn’t be good for him, and she’d hold up a glass of cool, sweet lemonade for him to sip on.

Frankly, that caring, motherly side to her turned him on more than anything else. He knew Freud must have been rolling in his grave.

She had her back turned to him now, her legs in the water, having supplied him with the excuse that she’d needed help reapplying her sunscreen. It was semi-believable– she’d been red as a lobster for the past week– but he wasn’t sure whether or not the exaggerated moans were necessary. 

“Mm,” she rolled her shoulders back into his hands, lathered with sunscreen, “right there, just like that. God, you should’ve been a masseuse.” 

Everything she said had this air about it, like you couldn’t quite tell if she was flirting with you or simply saw you as a new toy. As with most things she did, this had a devastating effect on Suguru’s self-restraint. 

“I don’t know about that,” he laughed, kneading harder into her knots just to hear those delicious noises again. If he shut his eyes, he could almost imagine they were alone, here, that this was some kind of elaborate foreplay.

Between her moaning, she’d begun another one of her spontaneous 20 questions sessions, so he focused on her sweet voice as he lathered her back.

“Okay…” she thought for a second, sipping absently on her drink. “What was your first impression of me?” She kicked her feet in the water, splashing like a little kid.

Loaded question. It wouldn’t be appropriate at all to tell her that the first time he saw her, he’d wanted to bend her over and fuck her until she was a shaking, sobbing mess. But at the same time, he wanted to see her reaction; he wanted to see how she looked when she was flustered, wanted to see that pink blush spread down to her tits. So far she’d been completely unshakeable; she was flirting with Suguru, yes, but whenever he’d flirt back she’d laugh condescendingly, and speak to him like he was a child.

He was ashamed to say that turned him on a little, too.

“Well, I thought you were hot.” He rubbed the sunscreen further down her back. “But that feels a little surface level.” 

“Don’t let that stop you.”

He rolled his eyes. “There’s something about you that’s so-”

“Radiant?”

“Irritating. Are you sure you’re older than me?”

She laughed again. It was quickly becoming his favourite sound. “Trust me, I’m old enough to be your mother.” Satoru kicked out again, the water arcing over her head and straight onto his. 

She didn’t look it. Not at all. Sure, she had some wrinkles here and there, and she was fuller around her bust and hips than some of the girls Suguru’s age. But who was he to complain about that? Big tits and big hips had never, in the history of man, been a bad thing, and having her there as eye candy had made his shifts pass far quicker than before. 

Lost in thought, fixated on how pliant she was beneath his hands, he didn’t notice the man approaching until he called out to them.

“Mom?”

She didn’t bother opening her eyes. Suguru looked over Satoru’s shoulder to see a tall young man heading towards them, dressed like he was coming from a business meeting rather than relaxing by the pool. He had a neat side part, his black hair falling elegantly over his forehead, and he looked like he was seconds away from an aneurysm. 

“Your son?” Suguru murmured against her ear, relishing in the way Satoru tensed against him, squeezing her thighs together in response to Suguru’s warm breath on her neck.  

“Mhm,” she nodded, brushing the sides of their faces together. “Hello, darling,” she smiled at the man, beckoning him over. “How was the meeting?”

He folded rigidly beside them like a rusty deckchair. “Fine. Who is this?”

“Yuuta, this is my friend, Suguru. Suguru, this is my son, Yuuta.” She clapped her hands together childishly. “Well, now that we’re all acquainted, is there something you needed, sweetheart?”

Suguru stared coolly at Yuuta, meeting his glare head on. He looked as though he might’ve punched Suguru, had his mother not been right there, so instead he took to grinding his teeth together, gritting out polite responses to his mother’s questions despite the rage in his eyes. It was obvious that he was protective of her, the precaution likely having been culminated after years of fending off suitors, so Suguru couldn’t blame him, exactly, but he also wasn’t going to let this overprotective chihuahua get between him and Satoru’s bed. 

Pervert, Yuuta mouthed at Suguru.

Oedipus, Suguru mouthed back, making sure to massage Satoru’s back just so. He smiled smugly at the way Yuuta flushed, embarrassed at the noise she released. She stretched her arms up then, blinking her eyes open and pushing her sunglasses up onto her head. 

“If that’s all, darling, you’d better take a look at my notes for the meeting later.” Satoru tugged her purse over, rummaging through it and handing Yuuta a sleek USB stick. “I’ll see you when it starts, okay?”

Yuuta nodded, his eyes still narrowed, but he kissed her cheek before standing. As he turned to go, he flipped Suguru the bird discreetly, shoving his hand behind his back and smiling sweetly at Satoru as she waved him off. 

“Nice kid,” Suguru wiped his hands on his shorts.

She smiled. “He is.” She was quiet for a second, enjoying the sun on her face, before she turned to face him. “You should take the rest of the afternoon off. Hang out with me. I’m so bored, Suguru, I need you to entertain me.”

He scoffed. “I’m not your circus monkey. Besides, I can’t just take the afternoon off, I’m getting paid.”

She hummed and leaned back, her long nails clicking against her phone screen for a moment. “There. Now you’re still getting paid, but to hang out with me instead.” White eyelashes batted up at him innocently.

“What?”

“I paid for the rest of your shift.”

A fish would’ve moved its mouth more eloquently. How she had the money to just do these kinds of things without a second thought was beyond him. Most days, Suguru had to scrounge lunch from the scraps in the resort kitchen. 

“Don’t– you didn’t have to do that. I’m not a slacker. I’m more than happy to work for my pay.”

Satoru shrugged, that infuriating smirk unmoving on her face. “Did I call you a slacker? I’m more than happy to pay for your time.” She stretched, her tits pressed against each other in her blue bikini top. There was a gold ring between the two triangles of fabric, and he wanted nothing more than to hook his finger in it and tug , pulling her over so he could stake his claim on her.

He’d seen the way some of the other resort-goers had looked at her, heat in the way they’d drag their eyes over her frame, and it had him clenching his fists to his sides - these were paying customers. He couldn’t fight them just because they’d looked at her - she wasn’t his to begin with.

But God, did he want to beat those leers off of their faces.

He appeased himself with the knowledge that she’d chosen him . Him to talk to, him to bother, him to wait on her hand and foot. Sure, it was part of his job description to keep the customers happy and satisfied, but he was pretty sure that applied to all the customers, not just the ones with pretty smiles and nice tits. 

She cleared her throat, an amused look on her face, and he startled back into reality. It wasn’t like entertaining her was much different from what he’d been doing already, anyway.

“Sure. But if you get bored of me, no refunds.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” She shifted her thighs against each other before standing, pulling on an oversized white button down in lieu of a cover up. Suguru could still see the bikini through the translucent fabric. He could barely focus as she led him to an area he hadn’t seen before, reserved only for the elite customers, the bouncer smiling at her before letting them both through. 

It was breath-taking. That was the only way he could describe the lounge. It looked like an overgrown jungle, plants and water features everywhere, accented by gold and blue and white; she fit right in. One of the walls was made entirely of glass panels which opened up to a private pool, and Satoru led him outside. She settled onto a stool at the outdoor bar, gesturing for Suguru to sit beside her. 

“How fucking rich are you?”

She laughed. “Are we playing 20 questions again?”

He shrugged. “Sure. As long as you answer.”

A smile. “Very rich. I could easily buy this resort five times over.”

Suguru felt himself pale a little. 

Satoru waved down the bartender, ordering a sex on the beach for herself (accompanied by a wink in Suguru’s direction) and a caipirinha for Suguru (‘you look like you can handle your liquor’). She ran a finger around the rim of her glass, deep in thought.

“Okay– my question. How old are you, Suguru?”

“Twenty-four.” Easy enough. He had enough sense, and manners, not to ask the same question back, despite desperately wanting to know. Quite frankly, she could have said she was going on sixty, and Suguru wouldn’t have been deterred; she didn’t look a day over thirty-five. “How come you keep sitting by the other pool when you have access to this one?”

A small smile graced Satoru’s face, her eyes twinkling. She looked beautiful. “Why do you think?”

He knew what he thought , the way she angled her body angled towards him, the way she laughed at everything he said, but whether or not that was true wasn’t an assumption he was going to make lightly. After all, if he made a move first and he was wrong, he might lose his job, ruin his reputation, and his chances of getting hired moving forward. So as much as he was into her, and he was into her , he would wait patiently for some concrete evidence before initiating anything.

“Is that your question?”

“Is that yours?”

Suguru huffed a laugh. “Irritating.”

“As you’ve said.” Satoru sipped on her drink slowly, elegantly, her legs crossed. Suguru’s hands itched with the urge to touch. “It’s your turn,” she said, petulant, “hurry up.”

“Fine, fine, uh,” he played with his straw, stirring the ice in the lowball glass with a series of satisfying ‘clinks’, “are you married?”

If it was humanly possible to roll your eyes into the back of your head, Suguru believed she would have. Her demeanour instantly shifted from relaxed, flirty, comfortable into tense, irritated. He wondered if he’d crossed a line. 

“I was.” Satoru considered the rest of her drink before throwing it back and ordering another, her face a little flushed. “But the only good thing that came out of that union was Yuuta.”

“What happened?” 

Satoru tutted, wagging a finger in Suguru’s face. “Not your turn, Suguru-chan. Let me think…” she gratefully accepted her next drink, sipping on it with a smile. “Have you ever been with an older woman?”

Internally, Suguru choked. Externally, he clung to the cool, composed façade he’d nurtured for so long. She was bold, far outside of his comfort zone, but he’d been alive long enough to know that the best things usually were. “No, I haven’t.” He took an equally cool, composed sip of his drink, the alcohol making his tongue a little looser, his discipline a little less rigid. “Why?”

“Why do you think, baby?” she repeated, leaning forward, looking up at him through her eyelashes. 

Baby . Shutting his eyes for a second, Suguru felt his stomach flip. He wasn’t sure if that counted as her question, whether or not it was his turn, but he had to ask. “What are you saying, Satoru? Don’t beat around the bush.”

She looked like she was going to make a dirty joke but thought better of it, sliding her foot up Suguru’s leg. “How about I tell you back in my suite?”

It was as close to explicit permission as he was going to get.

As soon as they’d shut the door behind them, Satoru whirled around, pushing him up against the wood, her tits pressed against his chest from under the white shirt. “Tell me now if you don’t want this.”

He was silent.

Taking it as permission, she brought his hands up to the buttons of her shirt, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear. Her voice was breathy, desperate, like she’d been waiting far too long for this. “Take it off for me.”

Suguru nodded, his fingers fumbling as he slipped each button through its hole methodically, more of her flushed chest visible with each one. She was slightly burnt; he pushed her bikini top to the side, the tanlines imprinted onto her chest. He felt something heavy and hot settle in the pit of his stomach, felt his pussy clench around nothing as her tits fell out of the fabric, her nipples pink and pretty.

With either thumb, he rubbed over them, watching them pebble under his cool touch. Satoru tipped her head back slightly as she bit down on her bottom lip, her breaths coming heavy. She watched him like a predator watches its prey, like she knew exactly how she wanted this to play out, and she knew exactly what to do to make sure it did. When he took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud, she gasped, a hand tangling in his loose, dark hair tugging him closer. 

“So good, baby,” she whispered, pulling Suguru away from her tits and up to her face, sharing breaths as she spoke against his lips, “but I have a shareholder meeting in half an hour, so let’s get to it, okay?”

His eyes were wide, his pussy wet. “Okay,” he nodded, “yeah, yes, fuck-” He brought his hands to her thighs, lifting her up, and she giggled at the show of strength, dipping down to drag her lips across his face. Their mouths pressed together as he bent over the bed, dropping her down gently as she rushed to unbutton the rest of the cover up - though what it was effectively covering up at this point was anybody’s guess.

Satoru spread her legs as Suguru crawled over her, a damp spot staining the bikini bottoms a dark blue. She brought his hand down to rub over it, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Look what you do to me,” she breathed, tugging his face into her neck, “I’m so wet, it’s all your fault.” 

She was. He tugged her bikini down by the strings, leaving it dangling off one leg as he kissed his way down the soft planes of her body. Her neck first, the delicate line of it, leading down to her collarbones and the red space of her chest. He was rough, just a little, satisfying that primal urge in him that so badly wanted to make her his . The marks, the purpling bruises that he bit into her neck, the softness of her breasts, they were proof of his claim on her, proof that no one else could touch her the way he could.

Her stomach was next; he bit into the space above her navel, her stretch marks, her hips - none of it was safe, and quickly he’d shuffled down the bed, hooking her thighs over his shoulders. She brought her hands back to tangle in his hair again as he nosed against her mound, the fuzzy white landing strip ticklish against his skin.

Everything about her was so mind-numbingly sexy to him, from the generous swell of her hips to the heaviness of her breasts and the little pouch of fat on her stomach. He could smell her now, the sweet-tang of her arousal, and he spread her lips with a thumb, groaning at the sight of her wet, flushed folds. Her thighs flexed around his head and he bent down, blowing cool air over her slick cunt, relishing in the sharp inhale it earned him. 

“Hurry up,” she kicked his back. “Hurry up, I need you, your fingers, your-” he rubbed his thumb just barely over her clit, “-fuck, your tongue, come on baby.” 

Half of him wanted to wait, to tease her, to break that concrete self-assurance and turn her into a sopping, begging mess. But the other half needed to taste her, needed to bury his tongue inside her and play with her flushed clit until she came all down his chin.

Suguru ate her out like he was starved, curling his tongue just so inside her, and the noises she made only encouraged him. She whined, desperate, hooking her ankles together behind his head, forcing his face further into her cunt. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit until she was gasping breathlessly, yanking on his hair.

“Coming,” she breathed, “fuck, Suguru, don’t stop, don’t stop, fucking-” he pulled away, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh as she whined. She looked betrayed as she sat up, pulling him up to face her, still sandwiched between her thighs. “What the fuck was that for?”

Honestly, he wanted to throw her off, wanted to wipe that all-knowing expression off her face - he had an inkling that she would enjoy being dominated, and he would love nothing more than to dominate her. After all, she was clearly some bigshot in the business world; he could give her some reprieve from the stress, even for one afternoon.

“Let me fuck you properly.”

 Satoru flushed, her chest heaving, and nodded. She bit her lip as she reached into the drawer, pulling out a purple strap, as well as the matching harness. Suguru grinned sharply. 

“Hands and knees, baby, ” Stepping out of his shorts, he watched her follow his instructions wordlessly, sliding the harness on as she pillowed her head atop her crossed arms. She ran a hand down her body, playing with herself as she watched Suguru slot the strap into the harness, clipping it into place. She knew what she was doing, knew the fire she was stoking in Suguru’s core as she spread herself, presenting him with her swollen, flushed cunt. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” 

He got up on the bed, kneeling behind her and rubbing the tip of the strap over her slit. Teasingly, she arched her back, looking over her shoulder. “I know. Now hurry up, you have-” she checked her watch, “-ten minutes left until I have to be in some stuffy room with some stuffy CEO.”

Suguru didn’t have to be told twice. She was stretched, loose and wet enough already for him to slide straight inside. Pulling out again, he slapped his cock against her clit as she whined, before slamming inside, savouring her high keen as he built up a steady pace. Satoru was like putty in his hands, an instrument for him to play, and as he slapped her tits, gripped her waist, and pulled her hair, they orchestrated a symphony of desperate, carnal noises together.

She canted her hips back against his thrusts, begging him to go deeper , deeper , so he tugged her back onto his cock by her slutty waist, grinding deep against the spot that had her seeing stars. He let her fuck herself on his cock for a few seconds before ramming back inside, continuing that brutal pace.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, hah, don’t-” she gasped, catching her breath, “-don’t stop, don’t stop, just like that-” Her voice cut off, a silent moan escaping her as her muscles tensed, her thighs shaking as she came on his thick cock. Suguru tugged her hair, pulling her up by her torso to rest her back against his front, her head balanced on his shoulder as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. The room smelled like sex, sweat and slick and her sweet shampoo, and she shook against him for a few seconds more before collapsing forward onto the stained comforter.

He let her catch her breath before he pulled out, the evidence of her pleasure drying on his chin, dripping off his cock. Satoru rolled over and tipped her head back into the mattress, staring at the ceiling with a blissed out smile on her face. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she said, “you’re a succubus.”

“First time I’ve heard that.”

She sat up, completely naked, the fat of her thighs pressing against each other as she drew her knees up to her chest. From that angle, her wet cunt was completely on display, and he bit his cheek to keep from groaning.

“I can hear what you’re thinking, baby,” she said, finger combing through her long, white hair, “and I promise we’ll have more time after my meeting.” Standing confidently, she made her way to her wardrobe, Suguru staring at her shaking legs as she plucked out an evening gown. She turned, pinning him with those ethereal blue eyes, and moved toward him, kissing him gently and humming at the taste of herself on his lips. 

“For now, make yourself comfortable,” she spoke against his lips, pulling the gown up her legs, “room service, the showers, whatever you want. You’ll need your energy for later.” 

Turning, she presented the zipper to him, and like a zombie he pulled it up, resting a hand on the dip of her hip as she slipped her feet into a pair of black heels. She opened the door, pausing as she remembered something.

“Oh, and don’t tell Yuuta about this. He gets very territorial.”

With that, she was gone, leaving nothing behind but the smell of her floral perfume and the taste of her cunt on his tongue. Suguru collapsed back onto the bed, unclipping the harness and shoving his hand down his boxers, his mind fixated on the fact that she’d gone to the meeting without any underwear.