I'm in the pool, swimming lazy laps when I hear your car pull into in the driveway. Naked, long blonde hair up in a ponytail, slathered in sun block. Your timing is exact; you have only 30 minutes to spend with me before real life calls you back.
The weather has been ideal, high 80's and low 90's and the water in the pool is like bath water, body temperature water, and very comfortable on bare skin. Today the sun is shining brightly directly overhead with only a few cumulous clouds drifting in the sky.
When you come through the gate, closing it carefully behind you, I'm floating on my back, light green eyes watching the birds, who, startled at your entrance, scatter into the light blue sky.
I roll onto my side and stroke towards the shallow end; your entry into the pool usually takes the form of a cannonball into the deep end and I've no desire to be swamped by the waves you create.
Sure enough, clothes dropped hastily onto the concrete, you take a running start and leap into the pool, your deeply tanned body only a flash of skin before you drop into the clear water.
You sputter to the surface only inches from my body, having swum under water until you reached me.
"Hey lover." You smile, white teeth flashing, brown eyes bright, dark hair dripping water.
"Hey yourself." I answer, a fire of lust igniting inside of me. I've waited two weeks to see you, plans changing almost daily for some reason or another. Two VERY long weeks.
"Miss me?" You tease, reaching out to gather me against you, both of us floating together, my legs around your back, your feet barely touching the floor of the pool.
"Of course." I answer, twining my hands in your hair, enjoying the feel of your naked body against mine.
"How much did you miss me?" Your arms are around my back, and they slide down to grip my ass, pulling me closer to you, erection hard against my stomach, bobbing in the warm water. "Show me how much you missed me."
Your demand is like lighter fluid on the fire, flames erupting, bursting inside of me from my brain on down to my toes. Sliding my hands from your hair to the back of your neck, I kiss you, lightly at first then deeper, legs tightening around your waist, a moan of arousal escaping my lips.
Pulling away, you kiss my cheeks, heated and red from the sun, then my neck and back to my mouth. We are like starving children, presented with a feast of goodies. I can't get enough of your skin, touching, kissing, stroking.
I feel the rough edge of the pool against my back and realize that you've waded us through the water to the side. The shallower water allows you to bend your knees, my legs drifting apart and down so that I can rest my thighs on yours.
Your mouth captures mine again, lips pressing, tongue demanding entrance, teasing me, enticing me, arousing me. I am balanced on you and your hands are free, fingers stroking my back, then around to cup my breasts, weighing them in your palms, thumbs brushing against each nipple, already erect.
Abruptly, you stand up, scraping my unsuspecting back on the concrete lip of the pool, uncaring, as you kiss down the center of my chest and over to my right breast.
