Erotic hookup in the heated pool.
Having friends who have a heated pool is a major perk, especially when they live in one of the nicest developments in the city. My friends been keeping me busy and distracted since the breakup Michael. They are lovely people—also the kind of friends I can share my erotic and kinky hookups with.
Finding myself by a heated pool in a gold bikini with a very strong drink in hand was something I could get used to. It was meant to be a night of relaxation… but then it happened.
“Hey there, beautiful.”
I looked over the rim of my glass at him. Was this a line? Was I going to have to put my bitch face on?
Oh boy, he was beautiful. Not handsome. Not a hunk. Beautiful. Jet black hair, swept away from his face. His lashes were just as dark and longer than my own. They framed chocolate brown eyes perfectly. His lips were full and kissable.
As my gaze work its way down, I could see his hard abs and long legs. I could see the faint outline of his cock through his shorts. Did it just twitch? The smirk he gave me told me everything.
Am I in an erotic dream?
Wait… oh god, wasn’t he the guy I met at the sex club last week? What a fate!
He knew I was checking him out, and he was definitely enjoying it.
“Uh, hey there.”
“Wanna go for a swim?”
For one thing, all I could think of was stripping him naked right then and there. But a dip in warm water just for the excuse to see his shorts plastered to his body was a good second choice.
The lights were dim, and I’d had a couple of drinks. That’d be my excuse. Moreover, he was not only freaking gorgeous but also hung. Anyway, that’s how I justified the next part to myself.
What next part, you ask?
Well, the part where he pressed my back into the side of the jacuzzi and kissed my neck. His hands were everywhere under the water. Covering my ass, stroking my stomach and sides. When he dipped inside my bikini bottom, I moaned in pleasure. However, his quick thinking and scorching hot kiss saved us from being completely discovered.
He worked my clit and dipped his fingers into my pussy, all while nibbling my lips and sucking on my tongue. I clung to his neck while I came hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt that long, thick cock pressing into me.
“Want to go somewhere a little less obvious for this?”
Oh yeah, please. Take me somewhere so I could ride him like a fucking stallion.
Dripping wet, wrapped in towels, we finally made it up to the rooftop. It was a little more private. The corners were darker, and anyone else up here was probably indulging in erotic activities like ourselves anyway. Unsurprisingly, I heard more than a few breathy moans.
He laid me back against a soft chaise. Pulling the towel away, he blazed a trail of hot kisses down my throat and over my collarbone. He then pushed my top out of the way, exposing my breasts to the cool evening air. My nipples were already tight and sensitive. He bent over to tease them with his hot mouth and I felt like I was going to explode.
He chuckled, like he obviously knew what he’d done to me.
As he worked his way down my body, I spread my legs, eager for him to show me how much he wanted me. Instead, he pushed my bikini bottom to a side and slipped two fingers deep into my pussy. Oh yesss. He most certainly knew how to hit the perfect spot.
His thumb pressed into my clit, making slow circles, as he hooked his fingers and found my g-spot. My back arched. I grabbed his arms. My skin became flushed and warm. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, every muscle spasmed and I came in a long, drawn out gush over his hands.
He grinned, keeping eye contact as he licked my juices off his hand.
“Wait here. I need to get something.”
Since I was a sloppy mess, I was definitely not going anywhere. So of course, waiting wasn’t a problem. Except, a few minutes turned into 20 minutes. Finally, I got worried and went downstairs, wondering if he’d been held up. Get this. The bastard was gone.
He obviously played with me, got me hot and bothered, and vanished. Worst of all? I don’t even know his name.