By the time Chris hopped out of the pool Marilyn and Billy had disappeared. Marilyn, looked particularly seductive and enticing, Chris thought, in her new silvery silk one piece bathing suit. She had said to Marilyn as they walked downstairs that the suit was like a barbed wire fence – "You know enough to outline the property without obstructing the view."

Chris walked over to the chaise next to Fred and slumped down into it. She figured that the next move was up to Fred. It wasn't long in coming.

Fred walked slipped off his chaise and sat on the pool decking close to Chris' legs. He began to run a hand up and down her satiny, smooth shins. She shivered and whispered, "That feels nice."

Fred drained his glass and standing up her reached down and pulled Chris to her feet. She yielded quickly to his gentle tug and was in his strong, bronzed arms. His lips were warm and soft on hers. His tongue slipped into her eager mouth and their bodies suddenly melted together each holding the other as tightly as possible.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered nuzzling her soft neck. "But this pool deck is a hell of a place for it."

"Let's just see if we can't find a more appropriate site," she chuckled gaily.

Arm in arm they climbed the broad staircase and Chris steered him with to a bedroom suite across the hall from Marilyn's. The door was barely closed before Fred crushed her to his chest and showered kisses over her face, neck and chest. His hands moved quickly to untie the knot that held her skimpy bikini top. As it dropped to the floor Fred's warm, moist lips covered one of Chris' full, erect nipples while his firm fingers rolled and tugged the other.

Chris whimpered and clung to the strong, suntanned body. Her legs would barely hold her. Her need was overwhelming. She felt hot moisture coursing down her thighs and with a wantonness that startled her she tugged furiously at Fred's trunks whispering, "I want you. Please hurry."