Chlorinated water shone from your gentle curves, wanting so badly to cling to you as it gently rolled down your subtle features. We had been wading in the shallow end for a while now, with all the usual rabble around, chatting and being generally lame. We knew exactly what was on each others' mind. It would have been evident had I gotten out of the water, everyone would have seen; swimming trunks do absolutely nothing to hide my throbbing cock. I waded slowly behind you, gently putting my arms around you, firmly pressing my cock against your ass to let you know how hard I was. You moaned slightly, feeling as my dick slid between your legs, now pressing up against the full length of your slit, though still in my swimming trunks. You sank a little lower in the water, still casually talking to your friends, while I now, as your breasts slipped beneath the water, slid my hand underneath the top of your swimsuit, rolling your nipple between my fingers as my cock pushed up against your pussy.
After a while you turned to face me, that mischievous grin on your face. Without saying a word, you reached down and squeezed me cock. Hard. It felt absolutely amazing, giving me a good idea how much you wanted my dick inside you. Your nipples were hard, pushing against the fabric of your swimming suit, easily showing through. I waded backwards and you followed, eventually making it to the edge of the pool. It was deep here, so I laid my arms back across the side, floating there with you in front of me. Your hungry eyes locked onto mine as your disobedient hands freed my cock from the swimming trunks. Not sparing any time, or possibly just because you were a little apprehensive with all the people around, you floated closer, pushing aside the fabric of your suit, exposing your throbbing slit. And then you sat down on me, aiming my cock at your tight hole, wrapping your legs around me and impaling yourself onto me.
There for a while we just floated there, relishing in the fact that we were fucking in a public pool. Anyone could have been watching, or maybe no one saw. We never took our eyes off each other. And then I slowly pushed in and out, the combination of your smooth, tight pussy on my rock hard cock and the water all around us insatiable. Fucking your pussy as slow as I could manage, sliding all the way in and out with eyes. The look in your eyes turned me on as much as your flawless body. It was too much for me to take. I pulled out of you, replacing my swimming trunks over my cock, finding it was harder than it was earlier, pushing out my trunks so much that the waistband was pulled away from my stomach a few inches. I decided not to worry about it, and just climbed up the ladder, looking back to you. "C'mon. I'm all dirty."
You led me into the girls lockerroom, locking the door behind you. Before you could turn around, I had pinned you against the wall, your face cradled in my hands, my tongue pressing into your mouth. We kissed passionately, our bodies grinding together as our tongues tasted each other. After a few minutes, you forcefully pulled your lips away, grabbing me by the arms and smiling devilishly. Guiding me into the shower, you turned one on. I reached to touch you, to taste you, anything, but you held my hands back. Shaking your head, you removed the top of your suit and slid behind me. Taking the suit top, you wrapped it as many times as you could manage around my wrists behind my back, then tying it securely. With that, you slipped in front of me again, watching my hungry, frustrated eyes. You stood, a little too far for me to touch you in any way, slowly slipping one hand up your torso and cupping your left breast. You massaged it carefully, your eyes never leaving mine, working all the way across the gentle curve, flicking your nipple with your thumb. Still massaging your breast, your worked your other hand down into the the skimpy bottom of your suit. Pulling two fingers against your clit and massaging your chest as the steamy water poured down your body, your eyes on fire, watching me. I could feel my cock dripping in my shorts, and I wasn't in the spray of the shower.