“Let’s go down to the pool” he said.
“I don’t have my swimsuit with me” I said. We were staying in the same hotel, but I didn’t want to risk waking Wendy’s parents trying to get it.
Tony looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry. You won’t need it”
At his recommendation, I threw on one of his t-shirts, grabbed some towels and followed him into the hallway. I had nothing on underneath. In fact, it was the one time in my existence that I wore an Ohio State t-shirt, which was blasphemous for a Georgia girl.
We made our way to the pool. It was empty except for a middle-aged couple in the hot tub. They’d been drinking and were talking a bit loud. They left a few minutes after we arrived. As soon as they were out of sight, Tony turned to me and said, “Let’s get in the pool”
He took his shorts off and stood there naked, impatiently waiting for me to take off the t-shirt, and join him in the water. I was a bit nervous. After all, I was on vacation, with my best friend and her parents, who were staying in the same hotel. But hell, I’d already had sex on the beach, in the open, at least the pool was a bit more secluded and dimly lit.
I took off the t-shirt and followed Tony into the pool. It was as warm as bath water. We swam around and splashed each other. It was just another form of foreplay for us. He pulled me over to one of the ladders. I thought he wanted to get out, so I began to climb up the ladder, when he came up behind me and grabbed my breasts. I felt his hard cock on my leg. I could see he was ready to finish what we’d started upstairs.
I opened my legs wider as I held onto the ladder for support. He steadied himself with one hand on the ladder and the other on my hip, as I felt him enter me. It was so erotic. Being in the water, naked, in public, with no concern for who may see us. I loved how the water made us weightless as we moved in sync on the ladder.
He pulled me closer into his body, whispering in my ear. “You know what I really want, Tess?” he asked. “I want you to suck me under water. Do you think you can do that?”
I pondered it for about 3.5 seconds as I turned to face him.
“Turn around and sit on the ladder.” I said.
He sat on the ladder and stroked his cock beneath the water. I could see how turned on he was. I took a deep breath and dove underwater to face him. I got very close to his body and managed to take his cock into my mouth without having to come up again for air. He put his hands on my head and guided the pace. I was not able to do it for long before coming to the surface to breathe.
I felt like a naughty mermaid, enchanting her lover. I was quite impressed with myself. All of those swim lessons at the YMCA, sure paid off. Soon I descended beneath the surface and took him in my mouth again. This time, I was able to suck a little longer. I would emerge for air and excitedly return to my task below. Each time it seemed I was able to stay down for bit more time. He loved it.
His pace quickened and I could tell he was ready to explode. He pulled me back to the surface as he wanted to fuck me again. We swam together over to the shallow end. He had me sit on one of the steps leading into the water. I faced him as he pulled my legs up by the ankles, opening me wide. I held onto the rail and he fucked me right there. On the concrete steps. My back hurt from the pressure, but I didn’t care.
Afterward we got out the pool, dried off and put on our clothes (remember, for me it was just his t-shirt). We were both exhausted and decided to lay on some lounge chairs by the pool before heading back upstairs. In a matter of minutes, we fell asleep.
I woke up to Wendy standing over me fussing. “Get up! It’s 4:00. My mom is going to be pissed!” Apparently, she and John had fallen asleep upstairs. I jumped up and grabbed my sandals, scurrying off with Wendy. Tony was still passed out by the pool. John was coming down the stairs to get him, as we were going up.
We managed to slip into our room undetected, artfully sliding into bed without a sound. In typical fashion, Wendy’s mother woke us up around 7:00. Bleary-eyed and sore, I stumbled to the bathroom for a shower and realized that I was still wearing Tony’s Ohio State t-shirt. Lucky for me, no one noticed.
Later that afternoon, we packed up to return home. We’d originally planned on staying one more night, but Wendy’s sister was feeling ill, so we cut the trip short. Which was fine with me. After all, I’d played on the beach with Aaron, learning more than I ever wanted to know about sand. I’d played in the water with Tony, learning an important life skill that gives new meaning to the term “snorkeling.”
By my tawdry standards, it was a very successful trip.
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