Ch. 02 - Epic Fireworks

I made myself busy trying to arrange two pool loungers into the optimal configuration for canoodling and watching fireworks. I pushed them together and set the recline to about 30 degrees.

I plopped myself into one chair and laid back, interlocking my fingers behind my head as I heard the backdoor close and Aimee's soft footsteps making their way to me.

"Miss me?" she teased as she came into my view. She set down two water bottles and a bowl of grapes, then eased herself into the chair to my left.

"I could hardly stand the wait," I said. I leaned over and used my right hand to brush her hair behind her ear as we locked eyes. I tenderly held her head in my hand then leaned in for a long kiss. Our tongues danced for several seconds as a few fireworks went POP in the distance.

Aimee pulled back slightly. "That lean looks uncomfortable," she said, "why don't I come over there with you?"

I sat back and Aimee spun over to straddle my lap. Placing her hands on the backrest of my chair she leaned in and we kissed again. This time, my hands were free to explore her backside, and I took full advantage. I gripped her butt then tickled up and down the backside of her thighs, eliciting a mid-kiss, breathy giggle from Aimee.

I ran my hands up her back, feeling her taut body, then caressed all over her back and neck.

Sliding my right hand around her rib cage, I reached up and cupped her breast over her bikini top, squeezing gently. I brought my left hand down and did the same, kneading her pert B-cups with both hands as we continued making out.

She broke our kiss and sat up, then lifted her arms to reach back and undo the knot behind her neck. I stroked the tops her thighs resting on either side of my hips and watched as the purple fabric fell to unveil her sexy little tits. I reached up to touch her bare nipples as she reached behind her back to untie the lower knot. She tossed the bikini on the chair beside us.

"Mmm, gorgeous," I purred, taking in her naked chest and rolling her nipples between my fingertips.

"That feels good," Aimee sighed. She arched her back, placed her hands on my thighs behind her, and leaned back. She turned her head to the side as my eyes and hands took their sweet time roaming the silky smooth front of her body.

I ran my right hand slowly from her breast down her stomach and felt a quiver as it approached her bikini line. I let my fingertips dip ever-so-slightly beneath the waistband before reversing direction to run my hand unimpeded up the centerline of her torso, through her cleavage and all the way to her neck, wrapping my hand softly around her throat.

"Oh, god," she whimpered.

I leaned forward slightly and moved my hand to the back of her neck, then gently pulled her back toward me as I reclined and we resumed our makeout.

Her hands caressed my pecs, shoulders, and upper arms, stroking and squeezing to test the firmness of my muscles.

I gradually become aware that the city's fireworks show had begun in earnest behind Aimee. I caught a few glimpses of explosions between kisses, then I pulled away from her lips.

"Pretty good show behind you. Wanna watch?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied and began to dismount me toward her own chair.

She paused abruptly mid-move. "Wait, I have a better idea." She spun around 180 degrees, straddling me again but now facing away from me and toward the pool, city, and fireworks beyond. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her left hand next to my shin, and with her right hand, she reached back and pulled her bikini bottom into a slight wedgie as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

"How's the view back there?" she asked, smiling broadly.

"Fucking fantastic," I replied, reaching up to give her cheeks a little squeeze and a gentle spank.

She rose up on her knees and began to redo her ponytail. While she did so, I reached inside my trunks to reposition my boner so it lay directly upwards on my stomach toward my navel. Two or three inches was exposed above my drawstring. Aimee was unaware.

She finished doing her hair and lowered herself, her crotch aligned directly atop my cock. She felt the contact and reacted with a small, involuntary bounce.

"Hello!" she blurted, then lowering her crotch fully against me and giving a little shimmy.

The fireworks display was in full force now, and we sat and watched. I was still reclined on the lounger with Aimee straddling me, both of us faced outward to the pool and city lights beyond. My hands idly rubbed her back and hips, and in time I became aware of her motion on top of me, at first in the tiniest circular swivels, but before long, she was unmistakably grinding her bikini-clad pussy front to back along my cock.

I tugged my trunks down a couple of inches, exposing five or so rock-hard inches for her to grind against. Her breath quickened along with her pace. Before long she was humping as fast as her hips would let her.

I slapped her ass and she emitted a sharp yelp, then kept moaning audibly as she chased her orgasm.

The fireworks show in front of us began to crescendo toward its finale. Dozens of simultaneous explosions of red, purple, white, gold, and green. Sparkly rockets raced in every direction.

Based on her movements and sounds, I can only imagine a similar cacophony could be found in the pleasure centers of Aimee's brain as she approached her own finale.

Her hips bucked a million miles an hour; her moans reaching a fevered pitch. I'll never forget the silhouette she struck against the pyrotechnics beyond as she lifted one arm over her head and rode me to orgasm, nearly in synchrony with the climactic conclusion of the fireworks display.

She took a couple of few breaths and steadied herself, then laughed devilishly as she sank back against my chest, reaching her right hand back to embrace my head against hers.

"Holy fuck, Tom," she sighed, "that was insane!"

I nuzzled my mouth into her ear and responded, "epic enough for you?"