Jumping in the Deep End

[Liesmith]

Tris didn’t offer any resistance as Keith very gingerly went about removing her legs from his lap, though she could see him struggling regardless. Struggling perhaps with the urge to turn his touch into a caress, struggling maybe with worrying about how she’d take his presumption. But she didn’t help him either, letting him do all the work of clearing her sculpted calves off his lap.

Though she had to glance down to hide her amusement at the way he shot up off the couch immediately afterwards. Perhaps she’d been having more of an effect than she’d realised?

Well, that was fun to know if so. Something worth pursuing.

Honestly, Tris didn’t know what she’d been expecting when she asked Keith to introduce her to the watermelon. Him drawing a dumb-ass face and calling it Larry? Happy to admit that she’d not seen that one coming.

“Finally a Tiktok trend I understand,” Tris deadpanned as she rose to her feet and made her way over to the covered area with a pointed sway of her hips, “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, Larry but I figure the pleasure’s going to be all mine…”

Ok. So. How was she doing this? Right, simple was best…

Tris settled down on the towel, careful to keep ‘Larry’ between her and the camera as she scooted up until she had it as high between her thighs as possible. The redhead took a moment to correct its position before crossing her ankles in a slow, sinuously practiced motion.

Then she flicked a glance up at Keith, ensuring that her legs were still visibly loose around the fruit – not applying pressure yet beyond what she needed to hold the melon in place, casually brushing her hair back with a hand as she smiled.

“Time me?” Tris inquired playfully.

[BlackAkuma]

And that was how Keith became the first man in history to willingly get Tris off his lap.

It was a bit awkward, but it had to be done. As much as he would’ve loved, dearly, to let her legs lie there for all eternity, there was important work to be done, and they needed to move the show along. There would be no small amount of sexiness and body-on-body content in due time, so he knew his audience would be getting their fill soon, anyway.

There hadn't been much thought to naming the watermelon, just a fun thing he did off the cuff. Goofy, but screw it, he could be goofy every now and then, no harm there. To her credit, Tris went along with the bit well enough.

Keith moved around her, getting the best vantage point for himself that didn’t interfere with the view, as his cameraman zoomed in.

”I got you.” He whipped out his phone and dialed up the clock app. ”On three. One, two…three!”

Keith hit the button, stepped back, and prepared for the magic to occur.

[Liesmith]

She was going on three then.

Tris made a final adjustment, took a breath and…

She squeezed.

Lips pressed together, eyes closed and eyebrows canted high, leaning back on her hands for leverage as she thrust her hips up. Her pale thighs – already thick – flexed thicker still as the powerful muscles of her quads and hamstrings flared to life beneath smooth curves.

But it was her steel-cable adductors that did the damage, biting into the hard rind of the melon so that it cracked apart along the midline, yawning wide like a crimson smile where it faced Tris.

Near-instantly, the rest of the fruit gave way with a soft, mushy pop, disintegrating like wet paper under the awful pressure exerted by the redhead’s thighs. Red pulp cascaded over Tris’ leg, suddenly wet with juice, leaving the scene like something from a horror film as the fragments of the shell fell to the floor.

The Brit beauty herself just looked down at what she’d done, lips curled in a self-satisfied smirk. Relaxed now, one leg fully extended and the other casually bent at the knee, she glanced up at Keith – looking to see his reaction.

“Oops.”

Tris, for the record, didn’t sound even remotely sorry as she picked up a fragment of the melon and smugly tossed it into her mouth.

There. Nothing to worry about – well, nothing for her to worry about at least.

[BlackAkuma]

It was funny. Keith knew she could do this. Didn’t doubt it. If he had any doubts, he wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. He knew enough about Tris and what her legs could do that he was 100% sure that she would crush the watermelon, and it wouldn’t be one of those awkward moments he would need to edit out later.

And yet, it still kind of surprised him, somehow. Damn.

There was something surreal about just watching her legs crush into the watermelon, pulping it like that without even really trying too much. He could see the way her legs swelled, the curves, the tightness, and for an instant, she almost looked bulletproof. It was mesmerizing, hypnotic, and if we were being honest? More than a little scary.

All at once, the resistance ended and the watermelon surrendered to her thighs, utterly overwhelmed. Keith couldn't help a whooping cry as she cracked it, laughing as he tapped his phone. ”Six seconds, flat! Nice.”

Keith took another towel and crouched down beside her. He handed it to her with one hand, then got his own slice. ”Impressive. Damned impressive.” He joined her in the feast and took a few nibbles at the chunk and spat out a side to the side. ”But I think it’s time to see how well you do with someone who can put up a fight.”

Keith brought out that competitive edge in his voice - aggressive, eager, energetic. [color=#8000000]“You ready?”[/color]

[Liesmith]

Six seconds. For her first time?

That didn’t sound bad to Tris, who quite honestly in the flush of victory was working hard not to cackle. Not laugh, outright cackle like a fairytale witch.

It was just so satisfying. Not the same as getting her legs around a proper opponent and feeling the desperation as their hands slapped feebly at her thighs, seeing the panic in their eyes as the walls closed in.

But fun because it let her cut loose in a way she’d never get to do with a person, unless she was willing to risk doing serious damage.

Fun enough that she’d be trying it again sometime. Six seconds – she was already thinking she could cut that down… Could have today, if she’d not hesitated for a second, if she’d gone all in from the start…

Taking the towel from the blond, Tris went about mopping as much of the wreckage off her as she could while putting on a show for the cameras (and the host) she knew were watching. Because of course they were.

But the redhead paused, tilting her head slightly with a sharp little grin playing across her lips as Keith spoke up again.

“Yeah?” Her tongue flicked over her upper lip as she ran a hungry stare over him, appetite merely whetted by her devastation of the melon, “Think you’re going to do any better than the dear, departed Larry, luv?”

[BlackAkuma]

There was only one way for Keith to find out, wasn’t there?

”We’ll see.” He returned her smirk and winked to the camera. ”After these messages.”

A few minutes later and the two of them found themselves outside, on a wide set of mats he had set up next to his pool. While they could’ve done this inside, Keith was banking on the Japanese weather to blow in his favor today, and that gamble paid off. It was sunny, but not too sunny, with a light breeze wafting over the area. They had a great view of the Japanese coastline from her, and you could even taste the sea on your tongue.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing. You couldn't for a better day to get your head crushed.

Keith came strolling out with his hands raised and arched behind his back, getting in some stretches as he made his way over to the mats. His camera crew was almost finished getting set up, and he was ready for them - the shirt was off, revealing the lean, fit body he spent no small amount of time and money cultivating, and he’d opted to go barefoot with some black jogging shorts, one that had a little drawing of a fox running along the side. Available on www.foxshop.com, buy now and use the code ‘Tris’ to get 30% off your first purchase.

Keith was good to go. Now, they just needed the woman of the hour…