Andy's back was damp with perspiration as Gene pulled her against him. Her hair was curling on her neck, her breathing still uneven and ragged. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close, whispering to her, thanking her for making him so completely happy.
She blushed, suddenly shy and embarrassed. She had never behaved like that before, never said those words, never did those things. She was near tears, remembering how she had exposed herself and what she had asked. Gene looked into her eyes, and wanted to remove all the hurt and worry he saw there.
"Sometimes, we have needs, desires, fantasies. It is good that you feel safe with me and want me to help you fulfill all those things. I love that you are a free woman, that you can tell me what you want. It is so very exciting for me....thank you, Andrea."
Still, she was apprehensive. She felt she had behaved badly and tried to explain to Gene what happened. But she wasn't sure herself. Finally, she just fitted her head under his chin, sighing and wondering what she had done, how she had come to this. She listened contentedly to his steady heartbeat, constant and true. Her arms were wrapped around him, holding his now-familiar body to hers, feeling as safe and secure as she could ever remember. His fingers were in her hair, combing and patting, and his breath was soft on her face. She wanted to stay here forever.
But Gene had other ideas. She could feel the change in his body as his mind moved along. "Let's go swimming, Andrea! The pool looks so inviting, so damn big! Let's go expend some of our obvious 'overwhelming' energy with some laps. Come on!"
Andy thought it sounded great. Perhaps she needed to cool off. Perhaps Gene thought she needed to cool off. Yes, a swim would be good. It was mid-afternoon, that time when hotel pools are empty. Everyone had either checked out or hadn't checked in for the night. One of the reasons she had selected this hotel was the placement of the pool. It was toward the back of the property, not easily sighted by anyone. They were, after all, in her town.
They changed into their suits, allowing themselves the luxury of touching and watching. Then they stepped from the room, models of propriety. They walked to the pool and were pleased to see it totally deserted. Andy felt as if she were on fire. She felt that every fiber of her body burned and smoldered. She had never felt this kind of desire, of need. The water felt good, cool. Andy almost expected to hear the slight SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS of a burning match touching dampness. The brightness of the day, the blueness of the water, everything helped bring Andy back to reality, soothe her raw emotions.
They swam laps, passing each other and smiling. Gene was a much better swimmer, smooth and even. Andy enjoyed the whole feeling of sliding through the water and didn't care if she was a bit slow and clumsy. Both of them looked at the rooms along the walkways, noting the total air of abandonment hotels have at this time of day.
It couldn't last for long, this dedication to swimming. They desired each other too much, needed to touch each other, wanting to feel cool flesh pressed together. Now each passing lap brought them closer. They slowed at the same spot, just to touch hands initially, then to slowly bump into each other, both remembering the morning and the incredible sexual emotions they had shared.
Finally, Andy moved to the deep end of the pool, her back to the wall, treading water and slowly moving her arms, floating upright, effortlessly. Gene continued his laps, he was a dedicated swimmer and believed in his daily workout. But, each time, having to swim away from Andrea caused a small ache in his heart. Then, he also stopped. They stood in the eight-foot water, treading, facing each other, but at least a foot apart.
Facing in opposite directions, they looked around. The stillness was palpable. No one walked by, no cars passed. It was as if they were alone in the watery world. They moved closer, without seeming to move. Little by little, the small space between them narrowed, until they were nearly bumping noses. Andy's eyes drifted close as she felt his sweet breath on her face. Her heart began the dance that Gene always caused, the crazy dance that made her wonder if she would actually live through it. Her mouth opened, a baby bird, craving. Gene inclined his head and closed the space, his lips touching hers, just grazing them really.
She could taste his coolness, his Gene-ness. She moved forward just a fraction, but it was enough. His soft mouth pressed to hers, his tongue slipped between her lips, teasing and inviting. She couldn't resist. Her hands moved to his shoulders, hot from the sun, smooth beyond belief, and she feasted on his seductive mouth. Sucking his tongue, she mimicked the lovemaking they shared. Pulling, demanding, playing, her mouth made love to him. Their bodies moved closer and he could feel her hard nipples against his chest.
With just a little push, she lifted herself up and then settled against him, her legs wrapped around his waist. She loved the feel of being in his arms, weightless, against his body, his hard cock throbbing under her. Andy moved into the gauzy world of desire in seconds. Now it didn't really matter if a hundred people were there, lined up around the pool. All she knew, all she wanted, was to make love to Gene, right now.
She lowered herself, until his cock throbbed right against her pussy. she could feel the heat, a curious mixture of cold water and hard, hot flesh that drove her insane with desire. She continued looking over his shoulder, watching for any intruders, any opened draperies. There was no movement anywhere. She moved herself slowly up and down his body, pushing her needy self against him, feeling him respond. She was beyond reason now, just needing satisfaction, needing to release all the desire that had built so quickly.
