Floating.
Sun shining down on my body, penetrating my skin, warming my topside, the water keeping my backside cool. Water slipping up and down my neck, tickling my ears, as I dip and slightly sway on the surface. I roll over, face down, eyes open, gazing down below. The sun’s rays reverberating through the water, shimmering on the sky blue bottom of the pool. I briefly wonder what sound it would make if I could hear the dancing reflections, perhaps as a soft wind chime. Tilting my head up and to the side I inhale deeply, then face down again as I raise one arm up and over, slicing into the water in front of me, pulling down and back. Then the other arm repeating the motion. My arms moving in sequence, pulling me through the water. My legs cutting like scissors, propelling me forward. The soft splashes of my limbs working through the water are muffled as I tilt my head up and sideways to pull in more air. My body is a machine overcoming the environment in which it floats.
My heart pumps faster, harder. I can hear the beat like a cadence setting my pace. The blood flows smooth and quick, rushing the oxygen to the fibers strung between my bones. The energy my body commands leaves me feeling empowered, all controlling. I can skim through this water, I can fly, I can be free and weightless, I can swirl and spin so gracefully.
As I turn for one, last lap, my thoughts focus on you. I want to sink into you. I want to swim in you. I want to be self-confident and graceful with you. I want your heartbeat to be the cadence that sets our pace. I climb out of the pool and stroll towards the patio, dark, curved imprints of my wet soles trailing behind me. I lay on a chaise lounge, letting the sun warm me, feeling little drops of water spill over my curves to fall to the ground. I can feel the water evaporate from my skin as a breeze carries the moisture away. I hear music coming from the house, a plaintive violin solo of Vivaldi, sweet and calming. I wonder what you are doing in the house, hoping you are looking out and see me, lying here, as the sun warms my naked flesh.
A shadow falls across my closed eyelids. I can feel you standing there; I can feel you looking at me, your eyes taking in every inch revealed. You are just enjoying the scene, letting it soak into your memory for later contemplation. You wonder if I have fallen asleep and wish you could touch me without waking me. You wonder what it would be like to experience love with me in a dream state. Your gaze wanders up and down, resting on my full breasts, my pink, erect nipples, then up to my face, my soft lips in a quiet smile.
You pull a chair close to me and sit, just watching me. You can’t help but grin in amusement, wondering how long I’m going to lie there without acknowledging you. You wonder how long you can sit there and not touch me. You’re curious if my secret place is wet. I seem to ignore your presence, off in my own world. You are aroused, thinking of your desires with me, wondering what is drifting through my mind. I open my eyes very slightly as the sun is so bright, and watch you through my lashes. You lean back and smile, I’m not fooling you.
I relent and reach out, resting my hand on your knee. You trace the back of my hand with your fingers, then turn it over, following the lines of my palm. You raise my hand to your lips and kiss my palm, then softly suck each finger, your tongue swirling down then back up. Your fingertips trace up my arm and skim over one of my breasts to circle and tease my nipple. My eyes remain closed, but my lips are slightly parted. Your hand cups my breast, just holding and feeling the shape for a moment. You lean down and flick my nipple with the tip of your tongue. I remain still, but it is a struggle. As you kiss my breast your hand moves to the other, caressing, teasing. Then you suddenly stop and I hear the scraping of your chair on the cement as you push it back. Silence follows and I want to open my eyes, but I’m anticipating what will happen next.
I lie there for several moments but there is nothing. I no longer feel your presence and finally open my eyes to find I am alone. I briefly wonder if I was dreaming, the chair is even back in its original place. But my breasts are tingling, my heart is racing, my breath is quickened. A dream that stirred my desire. I can still hear music. My curiosity aroused, I get up and stroll into the house. It seems empty, slightly eerie, as I wander from the kitchen to the living room. As I walk down the hall it seems as if the house is deserted. I anticipate you will jump out at me, or I’ll find you lying on the bed, but you are nowhere. I begin to think perhaps it really was a dream after all.
I raise my hands to my breasts, my nipples are still hard. I’m feeling hot and eager to fulfill my desire. I cautiously enter the bedroom, believing you will be there, but it is empty. I lie on the bed and play with my breasts for a while, thinking of your hot mouth, your tongue teasing my nipples, sucking and licking. Reaching down between my legs I slowly stroke the lips of my tender, wet sex. Sliding my fingers into my pussy I move them in and out a few times then slip up to my clit, teasing, then sliding up and down my vulva, spreading my silky wetness. All the while pinching and pulling my nipples with my other hand.
Oh, how I wish you were there, doing this to me. I imagine you sitting above me, holding my hands over my head in one of your hands, sucking my tits, playing with my pussy with your other hand. I can almost feel your hardness pressing against my leg. I’m so hungry for you! Then I hear movement but I don’t look around. I realize you have been watching me from the master bathroom and don’t want you to know I’m aware of you. I’m excited at the thought of you watching me masturbate.
“Look at you, you can’t even wait for me. Now just listen and do as I say, or move the way I guide you, but keep your eyes closed. Don’t speak unless you are asked a question.” Your voice is soft but commanding. You move to the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs wider while you play with yourself, I want to see.” I’m happy to oblige, slightly tilting my pelvis up for you. You watch for several moments. “Stop. Put your arms straight out to the sides of the bed and don’t move.”
I hear you moving around me and look up but you put your hand over my eyes. “Did I not just tell you to keep your eyes closed? Do I have to blindfold you?”
“I promise, Sir, I’ll be good and do as you say,” I whisper.
“Now I’ll have to think on how to punish you for that little indiscretion.” I listen as you undress. I hear the drawer of the bedside table opening and items being placed on top of the table. I’m trembling from apprehension, struggling not to say a word and plea with you not to punish me. “Get up and bend over the bed. I’m going to be lenient this time because you are inexperienced. But I don’t want you to make me waste time having to stop and punish you. Because each time you misbehave I’ll have to be more firm with you, do you understand?”
