Anyone up for a swim?
"It’s so quiet. Where is everyone?" he murmured, settling his sunglasses more securely on the bridge of his nose. "I thought this was a college hangout." The midday sun broiled down on them, and in moments the arm tucked under his dark green beach towel began to prickle with sweat. The pool area was indeed abandoned, and it was very quiet for an apartment complex. No radios blared from open windows, only the music playing over the PA system from the office. The birds fighting over cherries in the decorative trees surrounding the fenced-in pool area seemed loud, perhaps because there was no one nearby to frighten them away; no one but the two of them.
She lifted the latch to the gate and let them in, seeing no one through the lobby windows. Pool tables and air hockey lay silent, their pieces still laid out nicely from this morning. It was as if no one lived here but them. "Football game. Can you hear the crowd? They’re about half a mile east of us in the arena. Every Gators fan in Louisiana is probably there. I’m surprised they make people work during the game. I’m sure somewhere, it’s been denounced as some form of heresy." She snickered quietly, rolling her eyes. Ridiculous, she thought, all of it. "It’s not like we could go out anywhere and do anything anyway. They have most of the streets closed off or blocked as one-ways. The perils of living close to campus." Shrugging, she made her way to the far end of the pool enclosure, toward the sand volleyball court, beneath the fabric awning. Laying down her towel, she slipped her keys underneath it, and bent to remove her sandals.
"So...we’re alone?" he ventured, dropping his towel onto a chair. "Essentially, I mean?" He didn’t have much to remove, and put his free time to good use, watching her breasts swell against the dark print of her bathing suit as she leaned over. His fingers twitched unintentionally, ready to catch them just in case they fell out completely. From his perspective, it seemed quite likely, and wouldn’t that be a shame? He tilted his head for a better view, looking over his sunglasses. Yes, definitely a better view. A pretty picture, in fact, and he wished he’d brought down his camera.
Her hair spilled over her shoulder as she struggled with the knotted lace of her sandal, partially obstructing his view. He pulled back the curtain of reddish-brown silk, sliding it over her neck to the other side, where he could watch the tips of her locks tickle flesh he knew to be soft and warm. She glanced up at him, blue eyes soft behind the wry smile. "Essentially, yes." Her voice was suddenly throaty, full of knowledge and promises, and her eyes flickered downward coyly, no longer in a hurry to untie her sandals. She took her time, pressing her breasts together purposefully, tilting her hips and gracefully lifting the heel of her foot, very nearly a pinup pose.
"Mmm," he mumbled, though it no longer seemed like a response to the conversation. He was very near her shoulder, and trailed his hand lightly from nape to thigh, lingering over the swell of her ass, demurely played down by the plain black bathing suit bottoms. "I was just wondering."
"I see." Laces finally undone, she straightened slowly. Her face brushed against the front of his red trunks, and he felt himself tighten in response, giving her something firmer than fabric to feel on her lips. She didn’t linger nearly long enough in his opinion, but she did rub herself up the front of him as she rose. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, holding on lightly as if she needed help stepping out of her shoes. There she remained, pressed fully against him, and her lips hovered only a breath away from his.
He moved to kiss her, and she stepped away teasingly, slipping off her glasses and dropping them onto her towel. The halter strap of her bathing suit disappeared under her thick hair, and the smooth back she turned to him was bare except for the strap around her waist. She walked toward the pool, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Coming?" she asked softly, a sway to her hips as she sauntered to the pool steps. "Or do I have to get all wet without you?"
"I will be coming," he called after her, abandoning his sandals by the deck chair. "Don’t get too far ahead of me. You know I want to be there when you get wet."
"Oh, I know." She stepped into the pool, turning to wait for him after the last step.
She needn’t have waited; he was close behind her, and had his arms around her before she could move away. "You owe me a kiss," he breathed into her cheek, smelling the candy of her sparkly lip gloss over the chlorine.
"I owe you a kiss?" She sounded shocked, running wet hands up his bare chest and into his dark blonde hair. "How do you figure that?"
His hands tightened on her back, and he rubbed himself against her thigh. "You started a kiss, and didn’t finish it. And that, my dear, is just plain rude. So you owe me a full one. At least." His mouth closed over hers, not as gentle as earlier that morning. Teeth grazed over her soft lower lip, and then he plunged ahead, pressing against her mouth harshly, devouring her. He waded further into the pool, water rising from waist to chest, until she lost her footing and curled her legs around his waist. The pool wasn’t very deep, nor was it very long, and the water never rose higher than his chin. Its deepest point was in the middle, and as he neared the far side with the waterfall, she kept her legs around his waist, water lapping around their shoulders. Her body was warm against him, and though the water cooled him slightly, she warmed him up again, tightening her legs around his waist, slowly rubbing her nether region against his.
He lifted her up slightly, and the waterfall spilled over her back, soaking through her hair in seconds. He pressed her against the rough wall behind it. She tilted her head back and let the water run down her face, splashing in little eddies over her eyelashes, running in crystal rivulets over her sweet lips, sliding smoothly over her shoulders and down her chest, where it splashed onto him and into the pool. The water came down in a curtain, heavy enough to dimple the glistening globes floating just beneath his chin, breaking on her breasts in a joyful, foaming rush. When he pulled her back she was breathless, eyes still closed, lashes dripping onto his face. Her mouth opened, and he let her slide down to his level again, sucking the droplets from her lips. She smiled into his kiss, hands brushing over his cheeks and threading through his thick hair. This time, her mouth was as demanding as his, her tongue sliding over his lips and swirling around his.
One hand disappeared from the back of his head, and a moment later he felt small, wet strings slap against his shoulders. He broke the kiss long enough to glance down; the straps from her halter were loose, and her breasts nearly floated out of her suit. The hard nubs of her nipples pressed through the fabric, and he dipped his head, catching one between his teeth.
Her sharp, urgent moan was loud in his ear, even over the constant rush of the waterfall and the bad 80’s music blaring from the speaker near the gate. He drew away slightly, nipple still firmly in his teeth, and was rewarded by her hips grinding into his. She mumbled something unintelligible in his ear, back arching toward him, head falling back between her shoulders. He let go only to peel back the wet suit from her breast, and sucked the nipple back into his mouth, alternating caresses and sharp little bites of the flesh around it. She shuddered, nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel her body’s quivering through the tight patch of fabric between them, and smiled to himself.
"I want you naked."
She swiveled her head to look at him, surprise struggling to break through the haze of pleasure. "What was that?"
"I want you naked," he said simply, dropping kisses over her exposed breast, hands kneading her ass firmly.
"Oh, this isn’t good enough?" Indignation crept into her tone, and she pulled back further. "May I remind you that this is a public pool, and we are outside?"
He only looked at her, lust and amusement playing in his eyes, offering no other argument. "I. Want. You. Naked."
She disentangled herself from his arms, and for a few moments he thought she was going to swim away. Instead, she disappeared under the water, and a heartbeat later, surfaced quite calmly. In her hand was her bathing suit top. "Fine. But you have to remove the bottoms."
He gave a small nod. "Come here." She dropped the top, letting it drift where it may, and floated to him, running her hands back through her dark hair. The gesture exposed her front to him fully, and he grasped her by her breasts and pulled her in closer to him. She made a soft sound, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her breasts on his chest. His fingers slid over her bare stomach, down to the thick waistband of her black bottoms, delving inside and peeling them down over her legs. His face buried itself in her chest to slip them past her feet, and he bit sharply the side of her breast, leaving teeth marks plainly visible.
"Marking me?" she breathed, her mouth inches from his ear. The dark, curly hair shadowing her slit brushed against his stomach, and he groaned.
"Mine," he grunted, licking over the little red dimples in her pale breast.
"Now what are you going to do with me?" she asked coyly, flicking her tongue over the curl of his ear, one heel digging into the small of his back, the other foot sliding up and down the back of his thigh. "Now that I’m very naked, and very wet?"
"I have some ideas...they mostly involve you screaming, though." His fingers slid between her legs from behind, rubbing slowly against her warmth, finding the little hardened bud and circling it torturously.
Already she convulsed against him, and the words she meant to be cocky came out rather breathlessly. "S-screaming?" It was more a moan than a word. "Screaming what?"
He watched her eyes close as if hypnotized, mouth opening just enough to show the pearls of her teeth. "’Please'." The bud between his fingers swelled, and he delved between the soft, slick petals of her sex, finding the true source of the heat in his hand deeper in her body. She didn’t need the water, her own natural arousal soft and slick around his fingers as her body tightened, sucking them in, keeping them there. He began the slow rhythm, watching her face as she shuddered, clinging to him tightly. The sun glistened off of the droplets on her bare shoulders, and he took a few moments to kiss them softly, trailing up to the gentle curve of her neck.
Her body found the rhythm quickly, rocking against his hand with growing urgency, her breathing increasing its pace. The pulse in her throat thundered against his lips, and she began to moan softly, a long sound, building slowly as did her urgency. She was close, very close, and he stopped abruptly, cupping her sex firmly in his hand. She whimpered in protest, hips thrusting against him impatiently, head dropping to his shoulder as she writhed against him.
"Ah," she cried softly. "I..."
"Yes?" he murmured against her jaw. "What do you want?"
"I want you," she whispered after a moment, straining against his hand. "I want you, I want you in me, now." Her tongue found his earlobe, and it was his turn to shudder, arm tightening around her waist.
"And what do you say?" he prompted, pinching her clit.
"Please!" she nearly shouted, jerking against him. "Please, please, please!"
He jerked down his trunks, hard and very insistent against her, probing her nether lips urgently. Her body welcomed him in, surrounding him in sweet warmth, sucking at him, greedily drawing him deeper and deeper in. She came immediately, curling up around him with a cry, her breath on his neck even hotter than the afternoon sun.
He laughed softly, warmly, holding her still and keeping deep inside her. "You don’t think I’m finished, do you?"
She groaned, still writhing against him greedily, the tight waves of her body clenching around him spasmodically. "Are you ever finished?" she breathed, with some effort.
"Not with you." He watched her closely as he slid out just a bit, then back into her warmth, just to see her head dip back with the weight of her saturated hair, and her lower lip slide between her teeth. The water was almost painfully cold in comparison, and all he wanted was to exist there in her, while she squeezed around him purposefully. Her legs around his waist had locked, and she wriggled slowly, a circular grinding motion, leaning back and letting him support her, while she opened up her arms to the sky. Dark hair floated behind her mermaid-like, and the sun sparkled the droplets on her breasts and stomach into diamonds, while beneath the water she clenched him. "Siren," he breathed. "Sing your Siren-song."
She smiled languidly, water lapping about her face, her arms waving gracefully through the blue. "It would destroy you, you know. Lure you to your destruction."
"Who's to say I haven't already been lured?" He kept one arm firmly under her waist, but the other was free to slide up her bare stomach and between those glistening breasts, their rose circles calling to him as strongly as any mermaid. "I understand now. No death or destruction is conceivable in the arms of such a beautiful creature." He pulled her up slowly, admiring the graceful curve of her back as she curled up toward him, finally resting her arms on his shoulders again. With her breasts heavy against his chest, his hand snaked around the back of her neck and pulled her lips to him too, hungrily drinking in the sweetness of her mouth. He stole her breath and replaced it with his own, fingers tangling in the solid mass of her wet hair. Both were panting when they parted, and she sucked greedily at his lower lip, moving on to press warm kisses over his jawline, moving up to his ear. Her tongue flicked over his earlobe, tracing up the curl of his ear, darting in and back out again before she sucked the lobe into her mouth and nibbled gently on it, clinging to him.
He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and surrendering to the tingling her tongue spread through his body. "I have something else to help with that persistant oral fixation of yours." He walked backward to the steps, towing her along with him.
"Oh, you're always thinking about what's best for me, aren't you?" she chuckled into his ear, her tongue tracing a line down his throat, where she bit his shoulder sharply enough to make him wince at the unexpected pain.
....to be continued...
She lifted the latch to the gate and let them in, seeing no one through the lobby windows. Pool tables and air hockey lay silent, their pieces still laid out nicely from this morning. It was as if no one lived here but them. "Football game. Can you hear the crowd? They’re about half a mile east of us in the arena. Every Gators fan in Louisiana is probably there. I’m surprised they make people work during the game. I’m sure somewhere, it’s been denounced as some form of heresy." She snickered quietly, rolling her eyes. Ridiculous, she thought, all of it. "It’s not like we could go out anywhere and do anything anyway. They have most of the streets closed off or blocked as one-ways. The perils of living close to campus." Shrugging, she made her way to the far end of the pool enclosure, toward the sand volleyball court, beneath the fabric awning. Laying down her towel, she slipped her keys underneath it, and bent to remove her sandals.
"So...we’re alone?" he ventured, dropping his towel onto a chair. "Essentially, I mean?" He didn’t have much to remove, and put his free time to good use, watching her breasts swell against the dark print of her bathing suit as she leaned over. His fingers twitched unintentionally, ready to catch them just in case they fell out completely. From his perspective, it seemed quite likely, and wouldn’t that be a shame? He tilted his head for a better view, looking over his sunglasses. Yes, definitely a better view. A pretty picture, in fact, and he wished he’d brought down his camera.
Her hair spilled over her shoulder as she struggled with the knotted lace of her sandal, partially obstructing his view. He pulled back the curtain of reddish-brown silk, sliding it over her neck to the other side, where he could watch the tips of her locks tickle flesh he knew to be soft and warm. She glanced up at him, blue eyes soft behind the wry smile. "Essentially, yes." Her voice was suddenly throaty, full of knowledge and promises, and her eyes flickered downward coyly, no longer in a hurry to untie her sandals. She took her time, pressing her breasts together purposefully, tilting her hips and gracefully lifting the heel of her foot, very nearly a pinup pose.
"Mmm," he mumbled, though it no longer seemed like a response to the conversation. He was very near her shoulder, and trailed his hand lightly from nape to thigh, lingering over the swell of her ass, demurely played down by the plain black bathing suit bottoms. "I was just wondering."
"I see." Laces finally undone, she straightened slowly. Her face brushed against the front of his red trunks, and he felt himself tighten in response, giving her something firmer than fabric to feel on her lips. She didn’t linger nearly long enough in his opinion, but she did rub herself up the front of him as she rose. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, holding on lightly as if she needed help stepping out of her shoes. There she remained, pressed fully against him, and her lips hovered only a breath away from his.
He moved to kiss her, and she stepped away teasingly, slipping off her glasses and dropping them onto her towel. The halter strap of her bathing suit disappeared under her thick hair, and the smooth back she turned to him was bare except for the strap around her waist. She walked toward the pool, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Coming?" she asked softly, a sway to her hips as she sauntered to the pool steps. "Or do I have to get all wet without you?"
"I will be coming," he called after her, abandoning his sandals by the deck chair. "Don’t get too far ahead of me. You know I want to be there when you get wet."
"Oh, I know." She stepped into the pool, turning to wait for him after the last step.
She needn’t have waited; he was close behind her, and had his arms around her before she could move away. "You owe me a kiss," he breathed into her cheek, smelling the candy of her sparkly lip gloss over the chlorine.
"I owe you a kiss?" She sounded shocked, running wet hands up his bare chest and into his dark blonde hair. "How do you figure that?"
His hands tightened on her back, and he rubbed himself against her thigh. "You started a kiss, and didn’t finish it. And that, my dear, is just plain rude. So you owe me a full one. At least." His mouth closed over hers, not as gentle as earlier that morning. Teeth grazed over her soft lower lip, and then he plunged ahead, pressing against her mouth harshly, devouring her. He waded further into the pool, water rising from waist to chest, until she lost her footing and curled her legs around his waist. The pool wasn’t very deep, nor was it very long, and the water never rose higher than his chin. Its deepest point was in the middle, and as he neared the far side with the waterfall, she kept her legs around his waist, water lapping around their shoulders. Her body was warm against him, and though the water cooled him slightly, she warmed him up again, tightening her legs around his waist, slowly rubbing her nether region against his.
He lifted her up slightly, and the waterfall spilled over her back, soaking through her hair in seconds. He pressed her against the rough wall behind it. She tilted her head back and let the water run down her face, splashing in little eddies over her eyelashes, running in crystal rivulets over her sweet lips, sliding smoothly over her shoulders and down her chest, where it splashed onto him and into the pool. The water came down in a curtain, heavy enough to dimple the glistening globes floating just beneath his chin, breaking on her breasts in a joyful, foaming rush. When he pulled her back she was breathless, eyes still closed, lashes dripping onto his face. Her mouth opened, and he let her slide down to his level again, sucking the droplets from her lips. She smiled into his kiss, hands brushing over his cheeks and threading through his thick hair. This time, her mouth was as demanding as his, her tongue sliding over his lips and swirling around his.
One hand disappeared from the back of his head, and a moment later he felt small, wet strings slap against his shoulders. He broke the kiss long enough to glance down; the straps from her halter were loose, and her breasts nearly floated out of her suit. The hard nubs of her nipples pressed through the fabric, and he dipped his head, catching one between his teeth.
Her sharp, urgent moan was loud in his ear, even over the constant rush of the waterfall and the bad 80’s music blaring from the speaker near the gate. He drew away slightly, nipple still firmly in his teeth, and was rewarded by her hips grinding into his. She mumbled something unintelligible in his ear, back arching toward him, head falling back between her shoulders. He let go only to peel back the wet suit from her breast, and sucked the nipple back into his mouth, alternating caresses and sharp little bites of the flesh around it. She shuddered, nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel her body’s quivering through the tight patch of fabric between them, and smiled to himself.
"I want you naked."
She swiveled her head to look at him, surprise struggling to break through the haze of pleasure. "What was that?"
"I want you naked," he said simply, dropping kisses over her exposed breast, hands kneading her ass firmly.
"Oh, this isn’t good enough?" Indignation crept into her tone, and she pulled back further. "May I remind you that this is a public pool, and we are outside?"
He only looked at her, lust and amusement playing in his eyes, offering no other argument. "I. Want. You. Naked."
She disentangled herself from his arms, and for a few moments he thought she was going to swim away. Instead, she disappeared under the water, and a heartbeat later, surfaced quite calmly. In her hand was her bathing suit top. "Fine. But you have to remove the bottoms."
He gave a small nod. "Come here." She dropped the top, letting it drift where it may, and floated to him, running her hands back through her dark hair. The gesture exposed her front to him fully, and he grasped her by her breasts and pulled her in closer to him. She made a soft sound, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her breasts on his chest. His fingers slid over her bare stomach, down to the thick waistband of her black bottoms, delving inside and peeling them down over her legs. His face buried itself in her chest to slip them past her feet, and he bit sharply the side of her breast, leaving teeth marks plainly visible.
"Marking me?" she breathed, her mouth inches from his ear. The dark, curly hair shadowing her slit brushed against his stomach, and he groaned.
"Mine," he grunted, licking over the little red dimples in her pale breast.
"Now what are you going to do with me?" she asked coyly, flicking her tongue over the curl of his ear, one heel digging into the small of his back, the other foot sliding up and down the back of his thigh. "Now that I’m very naked, and very wet?"
"I have some ideas...they mostly involve you screaming, though." His fingers slid between her legs from behind, rubbing slowly against her warmth, finding the little hardened bud and circling it torturously.
Already she convulsed against him, and the words she meant to be cocky came out rather breathlessly. "S-screaming?" It was more a moan than a word. "Screaming what?"
He watched her eyes close as if hypnotized, mouth opening just enough to show the pearls of her teeth. "’Please'." The bud between his fingers swelled, and he delved between the soft, slick petals of her sex, finding the true source of the heat in his hand deeper in her body. She didn’t need the water, her own natural arousal soft and slick around his fingers as her body tightened, sucking them in, keeping them there. He began the slow rhythm, watching her face as she shuddered, clinging to him tightly. The sun glistened off of the droplets on her bare shoulders, and he took a few moments to kiss them softly, trailing up to the gentle curve of her neck.
Her body found the rhythm quickly, rocking against his hand with growing urgency, her breathing increasing its pace. The pulse in her throat thundered against his lips, and she began to moan softly, a long sound, building slowly as did her urgency. She was close, very close, and he stopped abruptly, cupping her sex firmly in his hand. She whimpered in protest, hips thrusting against him impatiently, head dropping to his shoulder as she writhed against him.
"Ah," she cried softly. "I..."
"Yes?" he murmured against her jaw. "What do you want?"
"I want you," she whispered after a moment, straining against his hand. "I want you, I want you in me, now." Her tongue found his earlobe, and it was his turn to shudder, arm tightening around her waist.
"And what do you say?" he prompted, pinching her clit.
"Please!" she nearly shouted, jerking against him. "Please, please, please!"
He jerked down his trunks, hard and very insistent against her, probing her nether lips urgently. Her body welcomed him in, surrounding him in sweet warmth, sucking at him, greedily drawing him deeper and deeper in. She came immediately, curling up around him with a cry, her breath on his neck even hotter than the afternoon sun.
He laughed softly, warmly, holding her still and keeping deep inside her. "You don’t think I’m finished, do you?"
She groaned, still writhing against him greedily, the tight waves of her body clenching around him spasmodically. "Are you ever finished?" she breathed, with some effort.
"Not with you." He watched her closely as he slid out just a bit, then back into her warmth, just to see her head dip back with the weight of her saturated hair, and her lower lip slide between her teeth. The water was almost painfully cold in comparison, and all he wanted was to exist there in her, while she squeezed around him purposefully. Her legs around his waist had locked, and she wriggled slowly, a circular grinding motion, leaning back and letting him support her, while she opened up her arms to the sky. Dark hair floated behind her mermaid-like, and the sun sparkled the droplets on her breasts and stomach into diamonds, while beneath the water she clenched him. "Siren," he breathed. "Sing your Siren-song."
She smiled languidly, water lapping about her face, her arms waving gracefully through the blue. "It would destroy you, you know. Lure you to your destruction."
"Who's to say I haven't already been lured?" He kept one arm firmly under her waist, but the other was free to slide up her bare stomach and between those glistening breasts, their rose circles calling to him as strongly as any mermaid. "I understand now. No death or destruction is conceivable in the arms of such a beautiful creature." He pulled her up slowly, admiring the graceful curve of her back as she curled up toward him, finally resting her arms on his shoulders again. With her breasts heavy against his chest, his hand snaked around the back of her neck and pulled her lips to him too, hungrily drinking in the sweetness of her mouth. He stole her breath and replaced it with his own, fingers tangling in the solid mass of her wet hair. Both were panting when they parted, and she sucked greedily at his lower lip, moving on to press warm kisses over his jawline, moving up to his ear. Her tongue flicked over his earlobe, tracing up the curl of his ear, darting in and back out again before she sucked the lobe into her mouth and nibbled gently on it, clinging to him.
He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and surrendering to the tingling her tongue spread through his body. "I have something else to help with that persistant oral fixation of yours." He walked backward to the steps, towing her along with him.
"Oh, you're always thinking about what's best for me, aren't you?" she chuckled into his ear, her tongue tracing a line down his throat, where she bit his shoulder sharply enough to make him wince at the unexpected pain.
....to be continued...