I had arrived at the pool a lot later than I'd wanted to, thanks to my hard-ass boss, but there was still about a half hour before closing time, so I quickly jumped in and started splashing out some laps. The water felt great, and with the pool all but empty, I could really go at it. Work-related tension drained out of my throbbing head and aching neck as I churned back and forth in the pool.
I had been going at it for a while when the bell rang signaling fifteen minutes to closing - ten o'clock. I did a few more fast laps, then swam to the end of the pool and grabbed on to the side, gasping for air. I glanced around and saw that the swimming pool was now completely empty - but not the whirlpool.
A woman was just emerging from it about fifty feet from where I was
bobbing up and down in the deep end. She walked slowly and carefully up
the steps, her hands gripping the railings, then stepped out into the
open. She arched her back and brushed back her long, damp hair with her
hands.
My eyes almost bugged out of my skull and I instantly grew
hard. She was absolutely gorgeous! Black hair, narrow waist, long,
smooth, toned legs; wearing a bright orange bikini that did everything
to flaunt her awesome dimensions - breasts of the double D variety. I
could clearly see her ripe nipples pushing against the thin fabric of
her top. Her entire body was shaded a golden brown from what must have
been countless hours under a hot, grateful sun.
I gulped down my excitement and casually but quickly swam over to her
end of the pool. I propped my elbows up on the pool's edge, looked
upward, and stared into her crystal-clear blue eyes. I smiled at her
and she smiled back, emboldening me to say, "Hi."
I choked on some chlorinated water when she bent down to pick up a
towel. Her breasts just about spilled out of her bikini and into my
hungry mouth. She rubbed the towel across her body, and while I wished
that I were made of terry-cloth, she said, "Hi," back at me. Then her
smile turned mischievous, and she added, "Why don't you quit hiding in
that big pool and show me the rest of you?"
Yes! Whatever tension and work-related stress remained in my body and
mind quickly flooded out and down the drain. I was about to answer her
suggestive question by climbing out of the pool like Kong climbed the
Empire State Building, when I brushed against the tiled surface hard-on
first and remembered that I was showing a little too much personality.
"Uh, sure," I stalled. "I'll be right out." I didn't want to scare the
aquatic goddess away by seeming overanxious.
She brushed aside my shyness, however, by walking to the edge of the
pool, bending down, and grabbing my hands and pulling me out of the
water. She obviously didn't like to waste time getting what she wanted.
"Let's take a look at you," she said, her lips smiling red and full.
I scrambled to my feet and stood in front of her - three feet away from
her massive breasts. Her baby-blues traveled all over me, then up and
down my swollen member. My excited penis was rigidly outlined against
the tight, wet material of my swimming trunks, its intentions
unmistakably less than honorable. "Uh, nice to meet you," I mumbled, as
her warm eyes hardened me even further. "I'm-"
"No names," she said quickly. "And no words."
She seemed satisfied by what she saw, for she took my hand and led me
away from the pool in the direction of the women's locker room. I shot
a quick glance over my shoulder and noted that the pool area was empty
except for the elderly custodian at the far end who was busy wrestling
with a vending machine.
As we made for the locker room, I watched my quiet, new friend's firm,
golden butt cheeks as they bounced in front of me, beckoning to me to
fondle and caress and kiss and bite them. She obviously didn't need
words when her body spoke loud and clear. We padded onto the soft,
green carpet of the locker room and she towed me around a bank of
lockers until we were hidden from the open entrance. The place was
empty and silent - the only sound my subconscious screaming: Hot damn!
She let go of my hand and threw aside her towel. Then she slowly and
sexily walked up to me until her giant breasts were pressed against my
heaving chest. For some reason, shock maybe, I took a step backwards.
She took another step forward and pinned me up against the lockers. She
stared hungrily at me, barely-controlled longing dancing in back of her
eyes, and then her right hand wandered across my chest, down to my
stomach, and between my legs. She began lightly stroking me where it
mattered most. She said nothing, let her actions do the talking, and I
was only too happy to interpret.
My body quivered with each gentle caress of her sure, warm hand. She
wrapped her left hand around my neck and brought my mouth down to hers,
pressed her lips against mine. I squeezed her hot, hard body and began
devouring her mouth. I kissed her roughly, passionately, greedily, then
felt her tongue burst into my mouth in search of a mate. It found one.
Our tongues swirled together, fought an erotic duel that had
only winners, no losers, as that gorgeous hunk of sultry womanhood
gripped my member in her hand and stroked and squeezed it like it
belonged to her. I groaned, and she quickly and expertly caught my
tongue between her moist lips and began sucking up and down its length.
I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go so that she could suck it
all. And she did - over and over again, her head bobbing up and down
like she was going down on me. I hoped.
I tore off her flimsy bikini top and her massive breasts spilled out
into the open air. They were enormous - round and heavy and a
sun-kissed brown, peaked with thick, mocha nipples that stood out half
an inch, craving attention. I broke away from her hungry mouth, spun
her around, and shoved her back up against the lockers. She closed her
eyes and let out a whimper as I grabbed her breasts and began squeezing
and kneading the huge globes.
I caressed her breasts with my bold hands, marveling at their size and
their weight and their texture, then bent down and began sucking on her
incredible nipples. She desperately grabbed my head and pulled it into
her chest, her breathing turning to panting. I tickled and teased her
swollen nipples with my tongue, painted her areolas with saliva - first
one, and then the other. She moaned, squirmed in my grasp, as I bathed
her engorged nipples with my tongue. They swelled even larger, to the
point where they stood, glistening, an inch in length in the humid air.
I studied my tongue-work for a second, only a second, then I squeezed
her glorious breasts together and flicked my tongue across both of her
erect nipples at the same time. She slumped in my grasp, completely and
hopelessly lost in the erotic sensation of my tongue and my hands on
her sensitive melons, but I held her up by her breasts. I swallowed as
much of her right breast as I could, not even half of it, cramming its
lusciousness into my sucking mouth. She tugged on my hair frantically,
twisted her body against the bank of lockers furiously, as I sucked and
sucked on her breast, my tongue pressed flat and burning against her
rock-hard nipple.
She suddenly clawed at my bathing suit until it was down around my
ankles. She gripped my hard penis and stroked it desperately, as my
assault on her mammoth breasts continued. My body tingled and then
burst into flames as her talented hand pulled me close to the edge. I
broke away from her breasts, kicked my trunks aside, and then we
pressed against each other, became glued together by our wetness and
our wild desire, our chests heaving, our eyes glazed over with lust.
She tore off her bikini bottom and spread her legs. She may have wanted
me to enter her right then and there, to put her out of her sweet
misery, but I had more to offer than just that. I dropped to my knees,
my face inches away from the slick folds of her womanhood. She was
completely shaved, save for a small triangle of soft, jet-black fur
that guarded the entrance to her sexual core. I delicately spread her
apart with my fingers and dipped my tongue into her wetness. Her knees
buckled and she moaned. Her hands clawed at my hair as I delved deeper
into her. I tasted her, licked her, probed her with my tongue and
fingers, sucked her, till she pushed my face away lest she explode all
over me.
When I stood up, she went down. She locked her warm mouth onto my
swollen member and sucked most of it into her mouth with ease. I ran my
fingers through her inky tresses and closed my eyes, reeling from the
wet suction of her mouth on my straining manhood. She licked me long
and hard, nibbled at the head of my penis. I groaned, and felt a
tightening sensation inside of me that signaled total satisfaction. My
satisfaction. But I wanted both of us to have our desire quenched as
one. To satisfy our burning need together.
I pulled her upright and kissed her, our naked bodies rubbing together
in white-hot passion. I took a shaky step back, grabbed my penis with
my right hand. It was seven steely inches of aching desire. Her eyes
begged me to find a warm, wet home for my raging manhood
- now! I pressed cautiously into her pink, moist folds, and then she
thrust out her hips and I was buried to the hilt inside of her. The
heat and the tightness were unbelievable.
I began rhythmically thrusting my hips, and slid in and out of her -
slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster. She grabbed my
buttocks and pulled me forward, urging me to pick up the pace. I
obliged. The row of lockers rattled like an earthquake was rumbling
through the building, as I drilled ever deeper and faster into her
womanhood, my head flung back in ecstasy, the world disintegrating
before me, leaving only the two us standing.
She clung to me desperately, covered my gaping mouth with hers, as our
animal rhythm became more and more frenetic - as we smashed through the
point of no return. She moaned into my mouth as I slammed her against
the lockers in time to my passionate thrusting, over and over again. We
were locked in a super-heated embrace from which escape was futile, the
results: known.
My head swum and my legs turned to jelly as I felt my lust hit the
boiling point and beyond. Everything went gray and hazy and warm, as I
banged into her all the harder in a last desperate attempt to enjoy as
much of her as I possibly could, for as long as I could. Her
sweat-slick body suddenly convulsed against mine, and she opened her
mouth in a silent scream as an orgasm ripped through her and into me.
My body rippled with ecstasy, torn asunder by mind-shattering, total
fulfillment, devastated by the glorious sensation of orgasm. We clung
together as one, orgasms laying waste to our senses and our souls, time
and again, until, finally, the last wave of searing pleasure crashed
over us and our bodies were still.
I hugged her close, licked up and down her neck, tasted her salty-sweet
sweat, and then fought a last desperate, exhausted battle with her
tongue - all the while still buried deep within her sopping goodness.
She tried to focus her sky-blue eyes, couldn't, and let out a sigh and
closed them again.
From then one, I always arrived at the pool just before closing.
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