I have had many fantasies about being taken in the warm water of an outdoor pool. Smooth gives his own account.
I want to be taking a swim, thrusting up and down the pool; you walk in wearing a skimpy bikini and slip gracefully into the water.
As you approach me your nipples are pushing against the thin material, hardened by the cold water against them and the aroused anticipation. You slide into my arms, weightless, and wrap yourself around me, our tongues meeting and parting each others’ lips. I push my shorts down, the sensation of the cool water making me even harder, and slide your bikini pants over your firm bottom and down your legs until they float away.
You pull yourself effortlessly toward me with your feet and guide your hips down onto mine, the wetness acting as a lubricant allowing your lips to slide down around my shaft, changing the sensation from cool and wet to warm and sticky.
You drift your arms around my neck as I tug the strings of your bikini bra, it droops and drifts away, and you push your bare chest against mine, feeling your nipples pressing against me. Kissing and fucking, we float weightlessly, the water caressing our bodies and our skin caressing each other.
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