0 comments/ 17163 views/ 1 favorites Midnight Swim By: Dude6729 This is my first story ***** It was nearing midnight. One last swim in the pool wouldn't hurt anyone. She really needed it. It was hot and humid. Stifling inside the hotel room, even with the air conditioner running full blast. She wished he would come soon, she wanted him. With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. Pinning her hair up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn't get it wet this time. The chlorine in the pool was really strong. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. She donned the bottoms of her bikini. She stood back in the mirror for a few minutes, looking at herself. The high cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts up showing just a shadow of cleavage. The air conditioner was blowing cold air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against the clammy inside of her top. Biting her lip softly to fight the chatter of her teeth, she grabbed a to small towel from the shelf over the toilet in the bathroom, then her red vinyl bag off of the table top containing her key and other items stowed in there for every occasion that may arise. Slipping out the door, she heard the automatic lock click when she shut it. A blast of humidity hit her in the face She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand and walked the short pathway to the elevator. It whirred slowly as she rode it to the roof. A soft ding announced her arrival, breaking the silence in the car. She left the car and walked toward the fenced area where the large pool was. Her hand pulled on the white gate, the padlocked clanked against it. She frowned, slightly perturbed that anyone would lock the pool. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. With a small laugh of triumph she went inside. Dropping her things upon the deck, she slid into the pool. The water was cold despite the heat outside. She sighed, beginning to feel relaxed. The only sound was the smooth strokes of her arms cutting through the water. He saw her glide across the water her head kept carefully above. She stopped in the middle of the pool. In the deepest part, treading the water to stay afloat. Her senses were alert to another presence. Her lover? Hope swelled in her breast, her heart beat a little faster. "Are you going to join me?" she broke the silence between them. "I don't have a suit," he called back his voice was muffled by the darkness. The moon was shining high overhead. High and full. If only he would step closer then she could see his face. "Why do you need a suit? There's no one here but you and I," she sent him a challenge. He chuckled from deep in his chest. "Do you have your suit on?" he asked. "I think that you already know the answer to that," she started to swim again, staying still in the water was making her shiver. "Stop swimming," he said. "Oh but its to cold for me not to move, I'll surely freeze since you aren't coming in," she was pouting. He could hear it in her voice and in his mind he could see her mouth contorting into the pout he loved so much. She was swimming again, this time away from him. "All right, I'll join you." He gave in. Easily, she thought. Most definitely to easily. "You will?" she asked. "On one condition," he nodded even though she couldn't see it. "Well," she took a breath, a loud splash as her hand slapped the water. She was treading water again, he listened to her breathing. "What condition?" she demanded, itching with curiosity now. He was teasing her. "I'll swim with you if you'll throw your suit on deck," he finally said. She mulled over this for a few seconds. Of course she would do it and he knew it. "But what if someone comes?" she feigned timidness. He laughed at her mock modesty. His zipper rasped as it slid down. "You first," she said, slowly tugging at the strings of her halter top. In her minds eyes she could see his pants, jeans...no not jeans, khakis maybe hitting the deck with a small clack as the button bounced on to the cement. He would pick them up and fold them nicely over the back of a chair. Then his shirt. Buttoned to nearly the top, letting some of the crisp blonde hairs on his chest poke free. He'd start with cuffs, pulling them open. Then with the buttons on the front of his shirt. She liked undressing him. She liked to run her fingers down his chest, to dart her tongue over his nipples. To move her mouth down his neck and over his lips, never quite letting him catch her. She liked kissing down his stomach further and further until she kneeled in front of him, her hands stopped on the fasten of his pants. He would look down and watch her. Watch her fingers move slowly over his erection, pressing hard against the zipper. Straining to be free and in her. In her mouth, with her tongue sliding back and forth up and down the shaft. In her hot moist pussy, that fit him a like a velvet glove. "Your turn," he broke into her thoughts bringing her back to her swim. The top of her bikini hit the deck with a wet slap and the bottoms were slingshot to his feet. "All ready," she started swimming again. She heard his feet across the deck to the deep end of the pool. She saw him pose for a dive, his hands over his head, pointed slightly down. His erection standing straight out. He dove. Gliding under the surface deeper into the shadowy depths until she couldn't see him any more. All was quiet. She held her breath, waiting for him to come up for air. A sharp tug on her ankle made her scream in surprise. Her pulse fluttering beneath her skin like a trapped butterfly. He came up in front of her. His hands floating behind her. One move and she would be pressed against him, her legs tangled with his as they struggled to keep them both afloat. His tongue moved over her neck swiftly. She tasted of chlorine and something else. Something that was uniquely her. She propelled her arms to take her back, out of his grasp. She laughed in surprise and secret delight when he grabbed her ankle pulling her to him. Pressed against him, she tread her arms as he tread his legs. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, his arms around hers. He moved a little. His cock grazing against her slit. Her laugh turned to a moan. She rested her lips against his shoulder. He moved again. Her mouth opened, and her moan was warm against his skin. He felt her tongue slide over the droplets of water within its reach. Gently he pushed her away, then pulled her arm. A silent signal to follow him. She followed him until she saw he was standing easily. Her feet touched the slightly rough bottom. The water just barely covering her breasts. He reached out, touching one of her nipples. It beaded even tighter under his caressing thumb. He sought out the other with his mouth. She gasped at the contrast of his mouth and the water. Hot and cold. Her hands held tightly to his elbows as he pushed her further onto her back. He stopped. Pulling her so she was nearer to him. He directed her arms around his neck. His mouth met hers with demands. His tongue demanded, as it pushed through the seal of her lips. He stroked her tongue with his. Her fingers twined themselves in his hair. Pushing him closer to her. He turned, pressing her against the wall. Pushing her legs apart and himself into her. She moaned, squeezing the walls of her tight entrance around him. He moved against her. Tiny pockets of air popping between them, breaking against her lit. She squeezed his cock again, inside of her. He groaned from deep within his throat. She felt it against her mouth. She wiggled a little, situating herself more comfortably against him. He groaned again and she couldn't stifle a small moan. "Yes," she whispered as he thrust harder into her, making her bump against the wall. He was beginning to spiral, she knew it. She was controlling it. He thrust into her again. "Yes, more yes ... yes," her sighs and moans were coming out fast. Her breathing was turning more shallow. "Oh yes." Faster. She always did this to him. Never allowing him to take his time to make it last for her. He was under her control. He knew it. She was beginning to come. Strong spasms rocked her body against his. She felt as though she were flying. Her eyes opened, finding him staring at her. Absorbing her climax. He felt a burst of cum through him into her. Her muscles squeezing him tightly in climax. Still coming. His was like molten lava inside of her. Making her shiver as she indulged in it. Liking it inside of her. She sighed softly as the last of her spasms ended. One more thrust, one more burst and it would be over for him. She was beginning to relax around him. She tensed feeling one last burst from him. He was breathing slowly. Catching his breath. She felt his breath on her neck as she closed her eyes and laid her cheek against his shoulder. He slid his arms under her, walking her to the steps in the shallow end. She snuggled tightly against him as the night air brushed her bare skin. He walked the deck to her towel. Rubbing it lightly over her skin as she sleepily held onto him for balance. He slipped her arms into his shirt, it hung open to her thighs. He buttoned it enough for her to be covered. Not bothering with the towel he pulled on his khakis. Zipping them, forgoing the button. Her arms slid around his neck as his arms caught her up against his chest. She yawned and lay against him. Her bag hanging from the crook of his elbow. She could hear the soft whirring of the elevator as they rode down to their floor. Her eyes stayed closed. He liked her when she was sleeping. Especially in his arms. She could never be close enough. He unlocked the door and carried her to the bed. It had been turned down. She slid willing under the covers, turning for a minute from her back to her side then to her other side. Curled into a tight ball. He folded his pants over the back of the chair, near her bag. Staring at her in his bed. She felt the bed dip slightly as he slipped in beside her. She uncurled and pressed herself against him, sighing softly as his arms slid automatically around her and his head onto the pillow she lay upon. "I love you," he whispered in her hair. She shifted closer, murmuring back. "I love you too." ***** If u liked this story send me some feedback please Midnight Swim It's a quiet street. Ever since I moved here, the people around here have been more then nice and helpful. Next to my house is a family, a bit loud at times, but they keep to themselves pretty much. On the other side of my house, a nice lady who lives with her daughter. She's a bit quiet, and sometimes visits when I'm cooking on the BBQ. Across the street is a couple in what would be the nicest house on this part of the street. They are friendly and inviting in a generous way. This is a great when it gets hot during the summer, as they have a nice pool out back for us to use. In fact, they have a lot of nice things. New cars, big house, perfect lawn. Jen, who lives with Dave, is the kindest person I've met in years. Yes, I can say that easily with the luck I've had meeting people. Heck people just have to meet my wife once to find ways to not visit. That story is a whole other ball of wax, but in a nut-shell she can carry a conversation for two people all by herself. Over the years I've worked at a few jobs in the big city, my wife teaches out of town. We don't get to see each other too much, as I get home late at times, and she leaves early in the morning. Things changed in the past two years. She now works late on extra school activities, and finds herself going out in the evening with other teacher friends. It doesn't take a whole lot of math to figure out her kind of fun filled evenings. But after 10 years under her control, I actually enjoy time to myself when she's out playing. I keep the house in shape. Mow the lawn, trim the hedges, paint and fix anything that I find. I find myself doing as much as I can outside when the weather gets warm. This week I'm focused on cleaning my car, and taking care of a few mechanical things. The car is getting old, but I like to keep it in top shape as much as driveway work will allow. Recently, I was building a shelf for the garage when Jen walked over for a visit. She had a calm look on her face as I hammered away on my work, not noticing her behind me at first. I finished driving a nail into a 2x4 and rested my hammer on the counter. "Nice day it turned out to be eh?" I said as I pulled my arm across my forehead. "Oh, it's nice to finally get some warm weather" she said as she blocked the sun from her eyes while looking down the street. "John, Dave is in Germany this week..." "Again?" I cut in. "...Ya, he's still working on the project there." I looked at her with a passive look, and glanced over her shoulder to the open gate beside her house. "When is he getting back?" I questioned. She closed one eye as she lowered her hand to scratch a spot on her well tanned arm. "in about two weeks, he's going from there to france to fix something at the other site." I looked down and casually scraped some dirt off a corner of my table-saw with a nail. "He's a busy guy." I said while looking up. "Always..., anyways, I was wondering if you can put some chlorine in the water pump of the pool. I can't get the cap off and I want to shock the pool so we can use it this weekend." I put my hammer down and dumped my handful of nails on the table. "Sure". I followed Jen as she walked over to her gate. Jen has an amazing body, well toned, trim and evenly tanned. The kind of woman that makes any swimsuit look good. I often see her cycling or jogging. But mostly, she keeps her figure with laps in the pool. Dave works at a hi-tech company that sends him all over the world. He's barely at home and spends lots of money on the family every time he returns. I feel bad for Jen though, as money doesn't help when your alone for sometimes 6 weeks. Dave is a nice guy, but really work minded. Sometimes can give you the feeling that he had a wife to get free maid service for his house. "It's turned off right now, ...and here is the cap." Resting her hand on the cap she looked down at the machinery, and then looked back at me. "I don't have the hands to open it." I moved in beside her and grabbed the cap. I was on good for sure, but a good hard crank is all it needed. The cap turned as dried powdery residue fell from the threads. "There you go." I said with satisfaction. "here, drop one of these in" I saw that she was opening a plastic wrapper with a white block of chlorine in it. I looked back into the reservoir brushing off the dried powder, as I looked I held my hand back to grab the block and ran my fingers into her. I quickly turned to see she was leaning in with me to look, and that my fingers touched her breast. "Sorry, didn't see you there" I said with a jitter in my voice. I reached for the block in her hand and dropped it into the reservoir. Tightening the cap, brushed my hands together and looked down at the floor. "You better wash that off your hands, you can use the sink in the kitchen." "Thanks" I said. After washing my hands we talked a bit at the front door, then I went back to my work. A week later, the phone rang. It was Jen. "I was wondering if you can do me a small favor, I want to set some mouse traps but I haven't set one before." Talk about a sheltered life. "Can I come over to have you set it?" I thought for a second... "Well actually, I better set it near where it's going to be used, traps are sensitive, and a small bump will set them off." "Oh, thanks, the front door is open." I opened the door and called out "Hello.." while looking around. "Back here" a voice came from the kitchen. I closed the door and made my way back to the kitchen. She had a cupboard door open below the counter and was pushing a few things around to make room. "I'm so scared of mice" she said with a slight giggle. "I just can't stand to see any of them." I was really amazed at how nervous she was, holding her hands together against her chest, she really hates mice I guess. I bated the trap and loaded it, then placed it in the corner. "That should do it, just don't let the cat touch it". She closed the door slowly and held out another trap. "Two?" I said. "Well, I herd things in the back washroom" I went to the back room and opened the door. Here was the laundry and a shower stall for anyone coming out of the pool. I set the second trap by the sink on the floor beside the shower stall. "Thank you so much, I really want to get rid of these mice". I smiled and walked out to the front door talking with her a bit more. "Call if you need anything". I offered. She smiled and thanked me again. Later that evening I was working on the car in the driveway. The weather was real warm by now and carried into the evening. Air-conditioners could be herd in windows that night. Laying on the driveway, I was checking a few thing under the car. Taking note of a leaky water pump and a loose control arm. "Steve!" A voice cried from across the street. It was Jen, she was waving franticly at me while clutching a towel around her. She was wet and not happy. I ran over to see what the matter is, I could see that she was in a hurry to put that towel on, as it wasn't covering her too well. "There is a mouse in the trap" My eyes narrowed "which one?" She led me in and walked quickly to the back of the house. I followed her, but she stopped short of the washroom. "it's in there" I glanced in and saw the poor dead mouse on the floor. Jen was hovering over my shoulder and squirming at the sight of the mouse. She held the towel so tight in one hand that it opened at the bottom a bit, only glancing back did I happen upon a quick peak into the towel. "I got out of the shower and there it was..." She was still hiding behind me as if the mouse would somehow attack her. I picked up the trap with the mouse hanging from it and said "garbage bag please" she quickly turned and went under the sink to fish out a bag. I almost dropped the trap when I watched her from behind. That towel slid up enough for me to see she didn't shave. I looked back into the washroom to occupy my attention and not give her the idea that there was something to look at. While I did, I noticed that her swim suit was nowhere to be seen. The laundry machines were closed and nothing on them, nothing on the towel hangers, and nothing on the door. Did she swim in the nude? Well, it was dark out, and her pool was well isolated with tall fences and plenty of trees and bushed. If I had a nice private pool like that, heck I would swim in the nude too! "Here we go" She held out a plastic bag and I dropped the mouse in. She was so skittish about it all, that she barely held the bag with any effort. The trap hit the bottom of the bag and yanked the bag out of her fingers. She let out an "EEakk!" and her arms retracted with a frantic reaction. Her two little fists bunched up under her chin, as if to hid behind her hands. Her grip on the towel was now compromised and one half of it came loose. Like a wrapper on a candy bar the towel opened up down one side, peeling its way around her. She was a tangle of fingers and hands, and she couldn't control it. So she just let it fall in order to find the corners and pull it back up. She raised her head and looked at me with a nervous smile. eyebrows raised, her eyes darted around. I looked down and grabbed the bag up. "I will just throw this out in the trash can in the garage" I focused my eyes on the bag, held it out in front of me and walked out the back door to the garage. I could feel her embarrassment, and so I kept my gentleman attitude with me and tried to act as though nothing happened. I stepped out of the garage and closed the door. I turned to see Jen standing at the back door with a Robe on. "Thanks Steve" she said in a soft voice. I got the feeling she was saying thanks for more then just taking the mouse out. I smiled and turned to the side gate. "Call if you need anything" and then saw myself out. I walked in through the front door as my wife called. She said she was going to stay at her friends place for the night, as she was in no shape to drive. I could hear giggling in the background and other women talking and laughing. I could tell she was lit. "Fine, when are you coming home?" I really didn't care. I just wanted to see if she had though out how she was going to get home in time to leave for work the next day. "I will come home after school tomorrow". After I got off the phone, I put out of my mind any ideas of what might be happening over there. I was more occupied in thinking about Jen's body anyways. Not large, but substantial breasts, tanned body... hey, wait a second, I don't remember seeing any tan lines. Does she tan in the nude too? A month went by and the weather got warmer as summer kicked in. My wife went shopping with her friends, then afterwards to dinner. So I figured I had plenty of time to work on a dirty job. Out came the wrenches, and out came the water pump in my car. About 6:15 the phone rang. I picked it up "hello?" the deep voice on the other side didn't even say hello. "Oh I must have the wrong number" the man's voice said. I hung up the phone, and as I did, I looked at the number on the phone. I had a funny feeling in my gut. I scrolled through the call list to check the number. Sure enough it was the same number my wife called from before. I put it out of my mind and went back to cleaning up my mess in the driveway. The evening had turned to night. It was going to be a hot sticky one. I sat there at the end of my car piling my tools into the toolbox. My dirty work jeans were cut-offs, and with the night air I somehow started to get that automatic hard-on reaction when I wear tight jeans. My jeans turn to cut-offs only when they get too many holes and stains on them. So working on the car with cut-offs was a nice break from the usual. I normally do not wear boxers underneath, as jean material is warm and bulky enough to handle the summer weather, but at the same time, cause more erections then normal. "Hi Steve" I turned and saw Jen walking out from her front door with a towel wrapped around her. She was going going for a swim. But at night? It didn't strike me as odd until I thought about it for a moment. She has a back door near the pool. Why would she use the front door? "Going to cool off in the pool?" I asked. She has central air in her house, but turns it off at night to let fresh air in through the windows. "Ya, it's a nice night for it" The night air was calm and dense, we could talk at living-room level and hear each other perfectly across the street. "Boy I wish I had a pool to cool off in" I had central air in my house too, but I wasn't in my house now was I? "Well your welcome to join me for a swim" I just about dropped my wrench. I almost didn't know what to say... and I waited abnormally long before I responded. The longer I waited the harder it was for me to close the tool box. Frustrated with my failed attempt to close the box, much less notice the screwdriver sticking out the side preventing it to close, I just let it go and stood up. "That would be nice" I said half standing, half fumbling with things that were now falling on the driveway. Trying to think of something else to say I asked "is the water warm?" and so was my stupid utterance. "It's real nice, about 82c" Now she knew I was nervous. I shoved the toolbox aside and started to walk across the street. "I don't know, I will have to check how warm that is" It's a well known fact that I have a high tolerance to heat, I mean, I'm the guy who wears a sweater up until the end of May. I followed her around to the back of her house. It was dark, but there was a small light on at the back. I walked out onto the deck and crouched down to test the water. I herd the gate close. "It is nice and warm" I exclaimed. "I keep the cover on it during the day when I know I'll be using it at night." I stood up and looked around, the pool was clean and calm like a glass window. I shivered a bit when I noticed Jen had no straps going over her shoulders. What kind of swimming suit was she wearing? "Well I better go get my swimming shorts" I said as I looked around me as though I lost something. "just use what you have" I looked down at my cut-offs, they were dirty with this evenings work on the car. "These are not exactly clean" The light suddenly went out. "figure out what you want to do, I want to swim". I couldn't see anything, but I herd Jen enter the water at the other end of the pool. "I'll just put my feet in the water for now" I kicked my sandals off and hung my feet over the edge and into the water. "Scared?" Jen said with a rise in her voice. "No, just not sure about swimming in the dark, I don't know where I'm going" Suddenly I felt her hands grab my legs. "That's OK, I will guide you." I didn't have a response cooked up yet, I thought for a second... "I still have to get my swimming shorts". Jen didn't reply. Her hands were massaging my calfs and had worked themselves down to my feet. I was a little nervous, we never made any sort of contact before, this was really foreign to me. Her hands were soft, and the pressure on my heals was nice. She kept working her hands back up my ankles. "No one will see, use your boxers, I don't mind." my mind was racing, I didn't have any boxers on. Then I thought, how would she know anyways? Jen pushed away and swam to the middle of the pool. "I'm waiting" I stood up and pulled my shorts of, and just as quickly, I slipped into the water. I was very refreshing. I could feel the water currents moving around me, every hair on my skin was being combed by the shifting water. I could see better now, Jen was wearing a black tube bikini. I could just make out the shape in the water. I became very self conscious as my vision grew stronger. Was I taking a big risk? "Come over here, the jets are warm" The pool was heated by the boiler now, and the water jets were a nice spot to loiter in front of. Jen was wading in front of a jet, so I kept my distance, I didn't want her to see I had no boxers. "If you look up, you can see the stars" Jen said as she swam on her back. Her arms were out, gently waving in the water. My vision was now strong, I could see around the pool quite well. Wide decks on all sides, some furniture by the fence. I looked up at the stars to see what she was admiring. I paid no attention to her floating position. She had stepped over to the ladder and started to climb out. Turning around, she ran her fingers through her hair pulling it out of her eyes. I could now see her shapely form. Standing on the deck, the lights from a neighbor's backyard light came through the bushes and fell across her body. The shadows painted a pattern around her breast as she moved. She turned around again to look up at the sky, still playing with her hair "sometimes you can see a shooting star." I was watching her, not the sky. The Tube style top was casually tied at the back. Not evenly tied, I could see that one loop seemed fairly short, and close to the knot. She took in a deep breath into a relaxed yawn, her chest expanding... then contracting. When she exhaled, the strap at the back sagged a fair bit. It looked as though it was working loose. Jen reached down to the pool edge and made a shallow dive towards me. She surfaced and cleared her hair back again. I pretended to take interest in the sky, looking up with no real fixation. I was starting to feel very hard now that she was so close. "Did you want something to drink?" I looked down and saw her gaze burning at me waiting for an answer. "Sure" I said she stood up and said "Beer or wine?" At that point I couldn't answer, not that the choice was too hard, or the offer for wine posed other questions for me, but that I was now staring at her exposed breasts. Her top didn't survive her dive. I only stuttered... "Um... uuh.." She looked at me with a puzzled look and her head tilted to the side. She reached over to scratch a spot on her arm and felt her nipples against her arm. Jen quickly looked down and gasped slightly. She backed away while submerging to her neck. "Oh my" she she said with a slight giggle. I couldn't say anything, all I did was smile slightly and raise my eyebrows. The tension was hanging there for a second... "Wine would be nice" is forced out. She turned and moved toward the ladder. "You look over there for a second" I knew her top would be almost impossible to find in the dark water, and her robe was on a chair over to the left side of the back door. Being a gentleman, I turned to face the other way. I herd her get up and walk over to the pump room. She opened the door and went into the bar fridge. I could here bottles rubbing together, and then the door shut. Jen put the bottles down at he pool edge and slide into the water. "Ok, you can turn around now" I turned and saw Jen bringing me a bottle of wine cooler. I took a sip and looked at the label for a second. "Now we have to find it" Jen said after pulling the bottle out of my hands. I started to look around and thought this was going to be useless. But, I was going to try anyways. Jen put the bottles on the pool edge again, and disappeared under water. I started to wade around hoping to feel it with my feet. Jen surfaced and looked back "couldn't have been this far" as she cleared water out of her eyes. "Try over there" I said pointing out. Jen waded over a bit, and then across... She couldn't stand up without exposing herself, so she floated at the surface stroking her arms out slowly beside her, hoping to see something dark against the dark blue floor. I too was looking, and so not paying any attention to where she would surface. Then I felt a rush of turbulent water in front of me, and before I could push away, Jen's arm came out for a second pass, this time it ran into me. I felt her fingers brush across my hip snagging my dick for an instant. Midnight Swim Jen surfaced right then, I knew I was in real trouble now. "Did you loose something?" Jen asked in a teacher's voice. I managed to collect myself enough to say something quickly "my cut-offs were all I had... I tried to tell you..." Her face produced a smile, she said nothing. I was totally erect and now the secret was out. I wasn't sure what Jen was going to do at that point, she's a very proper women, and could maintain a professional face at all times. Jen slowly stood up "I guess we're both are missing something now". I just nodded and remained still, my eyes drifted to her breast. Even in the dark, I could now see her darkened nipples, hanging out in front of me. Jen reached for my hand and pulled me to the edge of the pool. I followed like a kid dragged through a shopping centre. She turned and firmly grabbed my shoulders. "Stand still, and don't move" I did as I was ordered and stood there like a stone statue. Jen put one hand on my shoulder, the other on the pool edge, then planted her foot down on the base of my dick. In one smooth move she lifted herself up onto the ledge. She sat at the edge facing me. Smiling, she leaned back on her elbows. Jen picked up one of the strings at the side of her bikini bottom a gently pulled. She then leaned to the other side and pulled the other string loose. Jen sat there with the water soaked bikini bottom stuck to her. Her breasts were proud on her chest. Sitting there with the bikini bottom wet against her, waiting for a reaction from my face. I just looked at the bikini, the tension was amazing as she didn't remove it, she just sat there watching my face. I wash shaking with frazzled nerves. I didn't know what to do... I just stood there. Jen smiled a bit more. "You're really a gentleman aren't you". Slowly, she slid forward as she held the strings down against the deck. The bikini slowly slid down and under her puss. I stared with my mouth hanging open, still motionless. Her puss was smooth and completely bare. "Kiss me" was all she said in faint, soft words. Her legs opened a little, and then out... way out. I knew Jen was athletic, but I didn't know she could level her legs out to a flat splits! Jen positioned her feet on either side of the pool edge. Her hands slid up to her breasts and pushed them into the air. Her hands caressed her skin and ran down over her tight stomach. Her breasts were standing up between her arms. Her head went back as she closed her eyes "Kiss me softly". Her hips rocked back and forth slowly as she stroked her inner thy with her fingers. I leaned down and brought my face close to her lips. I gently kissed the center with a quiver in my body. Jen took a short breath in, and started to breath out more rapidly. "Again" was the oder. I settled down in the water and brought my tongue up to to the bottom of her slit. I slowly licked up to the top. Jen cooed and moaned lightly. I slowly increased my pattern, feeling the strain in Jen's thighs. At this point my dick had been so swollen for so long, that it was in pain. I worked my tongue into her puss and explored in every direction. Jen was gasping "Don't stop..." I continued until her legs fell off the edge. I held them back and continued with more drive. Jen held her breath as she arched in a tense contortion. I stood up and saw her eyes in a tight squint, her mouth slowly closing. "Oooh that was real nice!" came a deep voice. Jen sat up slowly and grabbed my hand. She pulled me over to the ladder and motioned me to get out. I climbed up onto the deck with my dick throbbing. She led me over to the elevated section of the deck. "Lay down right here" was her command, and I did as ordered. Jen reached over and picked up a 2 foot wooden bench. Without a word, she placed it right over my chest and leaned over the top of the bench. "Comfortable?" she said with a smile. I was caged in under the bench and couldn't move too much. I didn't say anything, just played along. First I felt her thighs slide down on mine, then, she grabbed my dick and pulled it down hard. I was in real pain now, I grit my teeth and held on. She forced my dick down under her puss, and slowly slid forward. I could feel the pain backing off, and the warmness cover me. I held the bench down against me, as Jen was using it for support. She placed both her feet down against the legs of the bench and grabbed the top for support. She would slide forward, sending me into pleasure heaven, then back, bending my dick down hard. Jen gasped and moaned as she wrenched on my dick. I could feel the pressure building now. In a slow and torturous move, Jen stopped, pulled her legs in, and started to turn while I was still in her. Her ass was so tight and firm, that her puss was the lowest part of her anatomy in her current position. I pulled the bench off me as soon as I knew she wasn't using it. I placed it behind me and watched Jen's body. She stepped her legs to one side slowly. What a marvelous body I thought, so toned and tanned. What a profile I was awarded to see. Jen continued her slow turn, her eyes closed with her mouth slightly open. She was feeling very sensitive now, I could see it in her slow movements. Now, with her careful moves, she was turned away from me. Jen leaned back and placed her arms behind her. I ran my hands over her arms and up to her shoulders. She started to lift, then adjusted, and slid down. My eyes closed and I shuttered. Jen's subtle wines were bringing me closer. Then she pushed hard down forcing my dick down again. She let out a grunt and a short cry. My dick now taking another heavy load reduced my pressure to blow. She slid back and started to lift. Slowly, she quickened her pattern, bringing it to a rhythm, then to a pounding. She was wining out at each pound. I was getting close, I couldn't take much more. Just then, Jen stopped for a second and reached over her shoulder. She moved my hand off her shoulders. "Back here" I placed my hands on her shoulder blades, and supported her. She ran her hands down her thighs and back. I could tell she was now rubbing her clit. Her head went back with a gasp, and she started to push up again. I sure was glad the deck was well sanded, supporting her like this would have been more painful with slivers. Jen began to osculate again, only now her hips were pivoting each time she rose. My extra work was keeping my pressure down just a bit. Jen was becoming more vocal, and I could tell she was close. Her hands fell to the side and reached back for my arms, we locked arms together as she continued to her climax. Jen arched and stiffened, and then let go slowly. I lowered her down against me, still thrusting slightly. My hands now ran over her breasts, grabbing the firmness in my hands. I started to thrust more, and Jen cried out at each move. Hearing her cries brought me over the edge. I blew hard and long, fluids pouring out of her onto the deck. We were spent. I helped Jen up, and we staggered to our feet. We found our way to the back door with our drinks. I looked over at the chair by the door and saw Jen's bikini top. She must have pulled it out of the pool when my back was turned. I looked at her, she smiled and leaned in to kiss me. "You look tired, come in" I smiled, I knew I wasn't going to get any rest. That summer was the most memorable I've ever had. Unfortunately Dave lost his contract and moved the family down south to a new Job. I sometimes get an email from Jen. She would describe the her life as happy, yet still lonely at times. At least we made a memory that we could keep the rest of our lives. Midnight Swim Melissa was hot. And she was sweaty. How was she supposed to sleep in these conditions? "Air conditioning" she thought, "is great, if it's working." Irritated, too uncomfortable to sleep, too restless to read a book or watch TV, she stewed, grumbling to herself. Two in the morning was a rotten time to be awake, she decided. She had to do something before she just blew a fuse or melted away. Getting off the bed and moving to the window she looked out into the night, and smiled. Of course. The pool. Heading downstairs with a smile on her face, Melissa wondered why she hadn't thought of this earlier. Walking out to the pool she dropped her nightie by the side and dived in. Heaven. Just what she needed. Relaxing in the moonlight and the cool water Melissa swam a few lengths, finally relaxing and floating, just enjoying the peace. Then the peace was disrupted by a large splash and someone was powering through the water, having a midnight swim in her pool. Moving to the side of the pool, Melissa waited until the noisy stranger paused between lengths before speaking up. "Who's that, and why are you in my pool?" There was a moments silence and then a startled voice spoke. "Oh, hullo. I didn't notice anyone else here. I was hot and decided a swim would be just the thing. I'm Chester. I'm currently staying in the Adams's guest house." "That doesn't explain why you're here in my pool," pointed out Melissa, irritation in her voice. "I'd have thought that was obvious. If I wanted a swim, where else would I go? The Adams don't have a pool. At this time of night I didn't think anyone would notice, let alone object." "Well, I do object," said Melissa, irritated. "Go away, please." Melissa saw Chester pull himself up to sit on the side of the pool, giving a small gasp as she realised that he hadn't bothered about bathers for his illicit swim. "Why so hostile?" asked Chester with a laugh. "I promise I won't hurt the water. It's hot and mucky tonight and the neighbourly thing to do is to share the pool." "Maybe I'm just not feeling hospitable right now," grumbled Melissa. "Please, just go away." "Meaning that other times you might be more hospitable?" queried Chester. "Why not now, I wonder?" Looking around, he spotted the small tangle of clothes on the bench and drew some correct conclusions. "Naughty girl," he murmured, with humour in his voice. "You've gone skinny dipping, haven't you?" Receiving no answer he dropped back into the pool and glided over to where Melissa was holding the side of the pool. Standing near her he deliberately glanced downward and then shook his head. "What a pity," he said. "The moonlight and the water hide all your charms. But consider the advantage; they also hide my charms from you, because I have to admit I'm skinny dipping as well. If I promise not to try to take advantage, may I please stay?" he asked humbly. "It is a hot night, you know." Melissa glared at him, but capitulated. He wasn't getting out until he was good and ready, and they both knew it. She was also stuck in the pool until he left, because there was no way she was getting out naked and showing off everything to a stranger. By mutual agreement they moved apart, Melissa taking it easy, if you could call a state of nervous relaxation taking it easy, while Chester did some more laps. He seemed to have a lot of energy for someone who just wanted to cool down. After a while Chester drifted over to Melissa and started chatting. Once her self-consciousness about their respective nudity had had a chance to settle down, Melissa's own bubbling personality came to the fore, and soon they were talking about things in general. Among other things, Chester learnt that Melissa was in her early twenties and had been engaged for two years. He raised his eyebrows at this snippet. "Rather a long time," he suggested. "Brian wants to wait until his career is a bit more settled before we actually marry," Melissa said. "He doesn't want to be distracted just now." Chester laughed. "He may find you're a hell of a distraction if you get pregnant while still unmarried," he observed. "Babies have a way of mucking up the best plans." Melissa blushed. "I won't," she protested, "I mean, I don't, that is, it can't happen." Chester just laughed at her again, shaking his head. "Accidents happen," he told her teasingly, "rubbers break and the pill doesn't always work." Melissa glared at him. "I said we don't," she snapped, "so accidents can't happen." Chester blinked. "You're in your twenties and you don't?" he asked, surprise in his voice. "You mean that you're a virgin?" Melissa was scarlet now. "Some people believe in waiting," she pointed out in an icy voice. "Brian is one of them." "The man's an idiot," muttered Chester. "Why on earth do you want to marry someone like that." "He's not an idiot," snapped Melissa. "He's just sensitive, and I can respect that." "And he's probably getting some on the side," she heard a low voice, which comment she pointedly ignored. "You do realise that this makes things harder for me, don't you?" queried Chester. "Ah, how so?" came the puzzled reply. "Well I intend to talk you into my bed tonight, and the fact that you're a virgin is going to make it tougher," came the answer. Melissa quietly swore to herself. She'd just known he was going to make a pass. "Don't even bother asking," Melissa told him. "Oh, I'm not going to ask now," came the affable reply. "I've just changed my plans. Don't you think that you should be getting out of the pool now? You're going to get all wrinkled if you stay in much longer." "So much for my irresistible charms," thought Melissa, piqued. "I'm not getting out of the pool while you're here," she announced. "You get out first while I look away. I'll get out when you're gone." Chester ignored this little sally. Calmly reaching over he put his hands on Melissa's waist and, with one quick heave, lifted her out of the pool to the side, leaving her sitting shocked and naked in front of him. Before Melissa could react, he had placed his hand on the side and with a quick spring he was also out of the pool, standing next to her. Drawing Melissa to her feet, he took her hand and tugged gently. "Come on," he said. Melissa glanced at her nightie lying on the bench, and snatched at it as he led her past. Removing it from her hand, Chester tossed it back to the bench. "You won't need that just yet," he told her, shepherding her along the path. "Where are we going," Melissa demanded, confused. "I'm taking you to bed," came the appalling answer. "Haven't you worked that out yet?" "But you said you weren't going to," protested Melissa, angrily. "And I haven't agreed to, anyway." "I said that I wasn't going to ask you," explained Chester. "Not that I wasn't going to take you. I suspect this fiancé has given you all sorts of hang-ups about sex, so it will be a lot easier to just show you than try to persuade you." All the time he was talking, he was walking, heading down the path towards the Adams's guest house. Melissa glanced over at him, not sure what to make of this chauvinistic and arrogant statement. She also became aware that the heat she was now feeling was not the heat of the climate, but her own internal heating system turning itself up a notch. She gulped and tugged at her hand, trying to pull free. Chester blandly ignored the little tugs, sensing the hesitancy behind them. If she didn't really want to be let go then he was quite happy to hold firm. Melissa scurried along next to Chester, her mind a whirl. He was going to want to have sex with her, and she didn't know what she wanted. Or what to do. She glared over at Chester, swallowed, and looked elsewhere. She had just observed how much he wanted her, and she was not going to look at that evidence again. Chester slid open the patio door and bowed Melissa in. Following her, he indicated a door and followed as she walked slowly towards it. Reaching past her, he pushed it open and ushered her into the bedroom. Melissa stood there, excited and frightened. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. "You know damn well what you're doing," she answered herself. "And it's about time." Chester watched her, seeing her fright and her excitement. He strongly suspected that any attempt at a slow gentle breaking in would meet with sudden resistance and a woman running for the doors. Storm the barricades and carry the day, he decided. Melissa was startled when Chester just pulled her towards him and started kissing her, but she was quite willing to go this far. She was even more startled when his hands came up to firmly grasp her breasts, roughly massaging them while moving her back against the bed. Then she was lying back on the bed with Chester still kissing her and roughly playing with her breasts, while his knee was pressing between hers, forcing her legs wide. "My god," she thought. "He's not making any allowances for me. He's just going to take me." Then Chester was pressing his erection firmly between her lips, making his way in and brushing casually past any resistance she might have offered. Melissa answered him with defiance, thrusting herself at him, daring him to overmatch her. She barely felt the twinge as her virginity was lost, accepting him into her, flooding her passage to make his way easier, letting him fill her while she closed around him. Then they were mated, one person straining towards a single goal. For every thrust Chester made, Melissa was there, matching him and determined to carry the day. They were hot and wild, dancing the old rhythm and finally taking wings together. Chester lay back, looking at Melissa and laughing. She tried to glare at him indignantly, but couldn't hold back her mirth. "I'm sorry to muck up your wedding plans," Chester told her, "but if lover-boy can't match you in bed you're better off without him. You really will have to give him a try before the wedding." Melissa ignored this gratuitous advice. "I'm going to have to be getting back home," she commented. "I still haven't had any sleep tonight." "Me either," commented Chester, "but I'm sure I will now. We'll have a quick shower and I'll walk you home." They moved into the shower, rinsing under the cool water. Chester picked up a sponge, rubbing it smoothly over Melissa, wiping her down. Turning her round he rubbed her back before pushing her forward slightly to lean against the wall. Melissa gasped as she felt his hand snake around to again roughly grip her breasts, and then she felt his erection demanding entry. Legs moving further apart, bottom pushing out, she reached down and guided him home, feeling him surging into her, and then the dance resumed. Gasping, Melissa strained to meet this new assault on her senses. Hands braced against the shower wall, her bottom pushing hard back and her hips gyrating as she attempted to defeat this invader, enjoying the battle taking place in her body. Mastering Melissa as she writhed under him, Chester knew that she was also mastering him. Taking her, he was her prisoner, and he would have to pay for his release. Happily they fought their battle, in agreement that this was how it should be.