Time had been forgotten in this place, but the sun was high enough in the sky to be content of the hours left to us. I had flung myself across a lounger beside the pool, permitting the heat to prickle at my skin on my back. I was not simply bathing in that light, I was happily drowning in it. Secluded, away from prying eyes – our own little villa with high walls and overgrown shrubbery – I of course had taken advantage of this when I had tired of my book for the moment and had promptly slipped the crimson bikini top off from my frame as I had twisted myself around.

Through my closed eyes the peach-yellow light of the sun invaded my mind, warming me through and dimming all other blinding spotlights of thought.

As ever, his timing was priceless. I hadn’t heard him padding over towards me so when his wolf-whistle called out to me my eyes darted open to be flashed with his silhouetted figure against the light before my sight adjusted and re-focused. The flirt and Minx within me was awakened and I turned over to acknowledge him – allowing him full sight of my breasts. A perfect tableau, the pair of us. Staring at one another’s bodies. He stood over my topless laze, propped up by my elbows; I with raking eyes over his still-pale-skinned torso I adore so very much before resting momentarily, hungrily, at his crotch then flicking my gaze back up to his eyes. The blue light of the pool reflected so brilliantly in them.

The moment was broken as I lay back again and watched him swivel around to step into the pool. I reclined until the heat prickled and I could stand it no longer – the heat, and the wait to be close with him once again. I tiptoed over the hot tiles to join him. Sat on the steps that dipped below the pool’s surface to begin with. Eased myself into the water as he was splashing about with a few lengths of the pool.

With his final return towards me, he stopped mid-stroke and flung his swimming shorts to the little circular cocktail table off-centre in the pool and was doing a somersault in the water. I laughed at his charming playful teasing that had taken me by surprise. Grinning, I waded over to him, stood in the middle of the pool, placed my hands on his hips under the water and found his erection lying below the surface. A distorted view wobbled through the refracted light of the pool. In the sway of the water, I held on to him with my hands slipping around his hips, pulling  myself into his body with my fingers pressing into his flesh. The droplets ran down from his hair onto his chest and the water made his eyelashes bunch together sweetly.

Wet kisses. His lips were soft and slippery with the water. It wasn’t long until I wanted to join in with my first spot of nude bathing. Naturally nervous, yet still grinning as I glanced around quickly and dipped my hands down and quickly brought up my red bikini bottoms and threw them over to join his shorts, leaving my hands in the air in celebration of my first ever skinny dipping.

The pair of us now were smiling with uncontainable glee and he held me close to him. Finding the buoyancy of the water to our benefit, he lifted me with ease up onto his hips, wrapping my legs around him. I wriggled out of his clutches, wanting to tease him and let him watch me swim away to the deep end where my feet could no longer touch the bottom. Like a shark he followed me and soon had pinned his arms either side of me on the lip of the pool to sink into another kiss, firmer this time. Those eyes stared hard into my own as my legs clung on to his limbs for fear of falling under.

I swam away again, only this time he caught me and subjected me to something of an underwater spanking – which failed spectacularly. We laughed at the strange wave sensation as the water resistance slowed his palm. Fun yes, but it was time to try something that would work . He moved me to the side of the pool at half depth and motioned for me to perch myself on the ledge as he kissed his way up my thighs. Licks. Kisses that were leading up to my cunt. He kept me in place in hooking his arms around my thighs and all I could do was squirm and wriggle and yelp in delight as his tongue licked its way over my pussy and clit. My head swam then as my climax rushed together with the heat of the sun and so I slipped back into the water to move him over to the steps where we had begun.

I placed him at the top of the steps with me leaning forward one elbow supporting my body facing him on the lower step. It was my chance to lick, nibble and suck Mister’s cock now, allowing him the sight of my naked, glistening back down to my bottom bobbing up and down in the water as my other hand tickled between my legs at my clit. We lamented the lack of a condom to finish our fantasy of fucking in the pool but that thought was swiftly cast away as I set to focusing on what pleasures I could complete for him with my tongue, touch and mouth. Slick with a mixture of his own arousal and the water’s wetness, it wasn’t long before my man was coming with such a satisfying moan, shuddering momentarily before placing a hand on my shoulder signalling when the sensation being in my mouth was too much for him. I withdrew and wore that sly Siren’s grin on my face.

It seems a world away now, but certainly a memory I shall treasure and hope to conclude one day in the future. For this Lady desires to be fucked in a pool full of chlorine kisses.