Clark had Chloe pressed against the wall of the pool house. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her body pressing against his straining erection, her hands wrapped around his neck and grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. The ferocity with which she was kissing him really made Clark regret spurning her advances the night before.
The fact that the cheerleaders had nefarious plans was still nagging him in the back of his mind, and he had every intention of resolving this problem, but right now, it was simply not a priority.
Chloe’s tank top was so tight that Clark had trouble getting a grip on it. Chloe obviously did not have this problem, as she was easily able to lift both Clark’s shirt of his back and slip off her tank top in a matter of seconds, while still leg-wrapped around his torso. Underneath she wore a scandalously-low-cut red tankini top showed the vast majority of her midriff and cleavage. Clark did not miss this.
Alas, his viewing time was cut short as Chloe started kissing him again. Almost of their own volition, Clark’s hands began to feel up Chloe, starting with her lean but soft waist. Gentle squeezes of her sides caused involuntary thrusts that pushed her father and farther up until lip contact could no longer be sustained. Instead, Chloe wrapped her arms around Clark’s head, giving him access to her throat. His lips roamed downward, exploring the vast region of exposed skin on Chloe’s neck.
His tongue explored lower and lower, until it finally was forced to slip under the fabric of her top to continue its expedition. It was mere millimeters from some very engaging attractions, but those visits would not be possible without a little less clothing.
She reached down and grazed Clark’s chiseled abs and hooked her fingers around the tie-cord bow of Clark’s suit. She looked up, making eye contact, wordlessly alerting Clark of her next move. His hands obediently found themselves manipulating the shoelace knot behind Chloe’s neck.
Seconds later, both knots were undone. Clark’s suit slipped down to rest low on his hip bone and the strings of Chloe’s top now lay limp across her chest, allowing the fabric to fold over perilously low over her breasts.
“Okay,” Lois voice called out, “that’s quite far enough!”
Part 4 coming soon...
