God, it's a beautiful day.
I still can't quite believe we live in southern California. My husband and I have lived in many places over the years, but this weather might convince us to stay put for once.
I sigh.
It's already Sunday afternoon. Most of my weekend is already spent, and on what? Smaller piles of dirty laundry? Cleaner bathrooms? All I've done are chores; what a waste. I deserve to have some fun before another work week starts.
Still staring out the window, my eyes are drawn onto the glistening waters of our backyard pool.
Yes. That's perfect.
I go searching for my husband, and find him in the garage. He's hunched over his workbench, closely inspecting his latest project. For once, he's actually down near my petite height.
"Hey," I venture, "do you want to join me in the pool?"
My eyes follow as he straightens to his full 6'7". A dirty hand brushes light brown hair away from his deep blue eyes.
"Sure..." he says, but his eyes dart back to the workbench. "After I've finished here."
I go back into the house to change into my swimsuit. Stepping into the bedroom, I slip my skirt down over the wide hips of my hourglass figure. I take off my top, and let my full breasts tumble out of a pink lacy bra. Looking in the mirror of my vanity, I pull my curly brown locks out of a loose ponytail, and let them fall on my shoulders.
I rummage in my dresser drawer. My swimsuit collection has grown considerably since we moved this close to the coast.
What mood am I in today? Do I want to swim away all my stress in an athletic suit? Lounge in a strapless top?
A tiny peek of royal blue catches my eye from the corner of the drawer.
Maybe.
I shimmy into the blue two piece. I check in the mirror. I'm struck by the contrast with my steely blue eyes; this blue is so much brighter. I like how the color pops against my porcelain skin, too.
Yes. This one will do.
I strut out the back door to the pool. The kick in my step makes my 34DDs sway from side to side; they are hardly covered by two tiny triangles of fabric. My ass is fully hanging out of the tiny thong bottoms. I may be toeing the line of indecent exposure if a neighbor happens to catch a glance.
I descend the steps into the pool, and immediately relish the way my breasts defy gravity in the water. I swim a few lazy laps, soothed by the gentle resistance brushing across my exposed skin.
I hear the door bang shut as my husband emerges in his swim trunks. He briefly assesses his options, and decides a quick entry is best. He dives into the deep end of the pool. I swim to meet him in the middle.
He gives me a suspicious look. "The blue bikini today, huh?"
He surveys my breasts while I give him nothing but a coy look in response.
"Give me a spin," he says, smiling.
I perform a dramatic 360-degree twirl.
"No," he says deviously. "Keep going."
Spinning more slowly this time, his hands stop me when my ass is centered in his view. He palms my cheeks, and squeezes firmly. He hikes my hips up near the surface, then slides his hands to my ankles. He spreads my legs wide, cocking his head to get a better look.
"Swim," he says as he releases me.
I swim away, keeping close to the surface. I want him to see my ass bounce with each kick. Once I've circled back to him, I grasp his broad shoulders like a life preserver. He pulls me close. I slide my hands up the back of his neck, so I can kiss him. At the same time, I wrap my legs around his torso. Now cozy in his embrace, I close my eyes. I carry on sucking his lips and tongue.
Even with my eyes closed, I notice he's moving us across the pool. I open them just as the wall presses against my back and his hard cock presses into my thigh.
He knows I'm down. My sex drive is like a weird little gremlin -- if you put me in water, it multiplies. My mind travels back to our third date -- many cities ago -- when stroking his cock in a community pool led to him fucking me for the first time. That was just the first of many debaucherous, aquatic adventures over the years.
I snap back to reality when he pulls the fabric away from my hard nipples, and starts twisting them between his fingers. I maneuver my hand into his trunks. I grasp onto his shaft, and start stroking it. He keeps twisting my nipple with one hand. He slides his other between my legs, and slips a finger under my thong. As he glides it across my slick lips, I let out a moan.
He doesn't go any further. Instead, he pulls his hand away. He nudges the arm I'm stroking him with, and slips my top back into place. Intrigued about what will happen next, I take my hand out of his trunks. He's still watching my body with a hungry gaze.
"Let's go inside," he says.
*****
He removes his trunks as he steps into the steam of the master shower. He proceeds through the water, and takes a seat at the back of the shower. From there, he watches me duck into the downfall.
"Take off that bikini," he says with a mischievous grin.
I'll give him the show he's looking for.
I pose deliberately in front of him. I arch my back to accentuate the contour of my ass. I hold the thong taut as I slowly slide it over the curve of my cheeks. When it reaches my thighs, I let it fall to my feet. I reach around my back, and start to untie the top. I turn around to face him, I strategically pull on the straps, so my breasts are pushed up and into each other. I let the water fall across my cleavage for a moment before I let the top come away. My breasts bounce as they're released.
His finger beckons me toward him. His mouth suddenly grasps onto my left nipple; while the right is squeezed sharply between his fingers. I feel a shiver shoot down my spine. The movement of his tongue is enchanting. I melt into him, feeling the heat building between my thighs. He has me now. I will do anything he asks.
He must sense the shift in my demeanor, because he abruptly releases my breasts.
"You're clean enough," he tells me.
He pushes open the shower door, and motions for me to step out first. He follows me as he grabs a towel off a nearby wall hook. I stand motionless -- awaiting his instruction -- as water drips off my body.
He swipes the towel over my shoulders and slowly down my back. He reaches his long arms around my torso, and -- with a towel's end in each hand -- fondles my breasts. He looks for a reaction on my face in the mirror. I bite my lip as I look back into his eyes.
He draws the towel down the outsides of my hips, thighs, and calves. He pauses a beat before he slowly glides it up the inside of my legs. I'm left wanting when he stops just above the knee.
He stands upright, and thrusts the towel out toward me. The cocky expression on his face dares me to defy him
I timidly take the towel, and rub it slowly across his back and butt. Moving in front of him, I have to stand on my tippy toes to reach his shoulders. From there, I let the towel drift across his pecs and stomach towards his cock; I deliberately avoid it, drying his legs instead. I end in a kneeling position in front of him.
"May I please you with my mouth?" I ask.
