Barefoot on the chilled marble tiles of the pool house, in my parents’ sprawling estate. Moonlight bathes the August night. The vast glass wall along the infinity pool stands open, cool breeze whispering in. I step out, nude, skin prickling. One foot on the diving board’s edge. My reflection shimmers in the turquoise water below. Flawless skin, firm round breasts, curves tracing to wide hips, down to my freshly shaved mound. Yesterday’s impulse: total smoothness. Fingers glide over Venus’s hill, caressing. I like this silkiness. Might keep it.
Arms stretch high, muscles taut. Perfect dive slices the water. Late-night swims: my ritual. Solitude in opulence. Thirty minutes: crawl, butterfly, backstroke. Then, deep plunge. Weightless silence. Eyes open underwater. A silhouette. Motionless by the pool’s edge. Male. Naked, it seems. Heart quickens. Surface slowly. Face breaks free. Lock eyes.
The Privilege
He’s nude. Cock stirring, pointing at me. Stranger. Never seen him. Yet heat floods me. I crave him inside.
Glide to the ladder. Emerge dripping, hair slicked back. Silence vows: no words. Approach. Lips crash on his. Body presses. His swollen shaft against my belly. Tongue darts past teeth, frantic for his. More. So much more.
Break kiss. Tongue trails his broad, muscled chest. Down firm abs. Follow treasure trail to throbbing cock. Admire it. Lips part. Take him in. Fills my mouth. Right hand strokes shaft. Left kneads balls. Tongue laps them, sucks. Finger teases perineum, inching to his hole.
Dare more? Suck harder, faster. My pussy burns, slick.
Recline on cold tiles. Offer my hot, aching slit. He dives between thighs. Kisses swollen lips. Cry escapes. Hands clamp his head: stay. Rise on elbows. Pull him up. Eyes demand: your cock for my mouth. Sixty-nine. Devour his while he feasts. Fingers reclaim balls, perineum.
The Excess
Push limits. Two fingers plunge my cunt. Third joins. One veers to my virgin ass. Clean, tight. He circles, insistent. Slips in. Inch by inch. I spasm. Love it.
His turn. Lick finger wet. Press his pucker. Resists, then yields. First knuckle in. He groans into my clit. Virgin ass for him too. Hook, suck cock. He retaliates: tongue spears pussy, sucks clit. Finger full in my ass now. Three fingers total: clit trapped, pussy stuffed, ass invaded. Orgasms builds. Shatter. Fiercest ever. Body convulses.
Recovering, he remounts. Kisses deep. Thrusts in. Post-climax slickness welcomes him hilt-deep. Contract walls around him. Legs lock hips. Match his rhythm. Second orgasm crashes quick, intense.
Eyes command: stop. Slip into shallow end. He follows. Bend forward, ass high, pussy dripping. He grips hip, penetrates. Power strokes. Then withdraws. Head nudges my asshole. Eyes widen. He pushes gentle. Virgin ring stretches. Pain fades to bliss. Pounds. Tiles cool nipples. Third climax hits. Legs quake.
Turn. Suck him: my pussy’s taste, ass tang. Finger his hole deeper. Suck balls. He erupts. Cum floods mouth. Swallow every drop. Salty heat.
Kiss, share his seed. Exhaustion hits. He carries me to lounger, wraps in robe. I sleep. He vanishes through open glass. No names. No numbers. Perfect discretion.
