The sun looked close enough to touch. Beams of heat pierced the desert haze that enveloped the resort, burning the back of Jane's neck as she hesitantly waded into the pool. It was a pleasurable combination of sensations, the sun's warmth on the upper half of her body and the cool temperature of the turquoise water below. With each step forward, the water rose higher, submerging her torso in a veil of shimmering blue. She winced. Ivory goosebumps sprinkled her sun-kissed cleavage; her nipples tingled and hardened. She made her way across the pool to a ledge. She laid back and let the sun beat down on her, slowly kicking her feet. The small waves she made in the water tickled as they lapped over her thighs and stomach like the delicate touch of hands grazing her skin. The feeling reminded her of the night before. She closed her eyes and replayed the scene in her mind, outside of her body, watching him touch her. His arms were around her, his lips on her back. He grabbed her breasts and hips with purpose, pulling her tightly to him. She could feel his erection between her plump cheeks, pressing into her. He forced his hand between her legs and slid it across her pussy, spreading her wetness all over, applying pressure to her clit with the base of his palm. Jane kicked her feet harder, the water swelling just enough to skim the sensitive area directly above her opening. Broken bits of conversation and music from the bar wafted over the water, dragging her mind back to the present. Embarrassed, she opened her eyes.
Across the pool, she could see the LSU emblem on Biff's ball cap over the top of his iPad. He had been immersed in an adorably nerdy science fiction novel for two days. She was desirous for his attention. She watched him for a while, his legs stretched out in front of him, wiggling his toes every so often. Just then, as if he could feel her staring, he lowered the iPad and she could see his face. He smiled and waved. He got up from his chair and sprayed himself with tanning oil. He maintained eye contact as he rubbed the oil into his arms and chest. As he approached the stairs, Jane tiptoed across the deep center of the pool to meet him. His body made a holographic halo as he entered the water; the oil separated from his skin and covered the water in a rainbow colored film. Jane said nothing. She simply reached out for his slippery shoulders and gently pushed him back into an isolated corner of the pool.
"Hi, Cutie. You better put some sunscreen on," Biff said. Her face was flushed; the light bounced off of her pink shoulders. She knew he was right, but sunburn prevention was the last thing on her mind. Her primary concern was the juicy feeling between her legs and what to do about it. Jane threw her arms around his neck forcing him down on the ledge directly behind him. She smiled and glanced down at his chest, dragging her right pointer finger down the trail of hair to his belly button. She paused for a moment, then continued on. Her finger skipped over the button at the top of his swim trunks and landed on the bulge in his pants. He instinctively grabbed her wrist as if to say, "Not here. There are people around." She broke free and rested her fingers on the ledge between his legs. She briefly considered taking him upstairs, but her immediate need overpowered her sense of propriety. That need had a way of controlling her. She raised an eyebrow. Her lips gave way to a mischievous grin as she walked her fingers toward him, over his balls. Her fingers climbed his shaft like a ladder to the top of his trunks. With one fluid motion, she pulled the tail of the bow around his waist, unbuttoned the swimsuit and ripped open the velcro closure. His hard cock bounced free with a force that rippled the water. She wrapped her hand around him, one finger at a time and tugged. He had a panicked look on his face, but made no attempt to stop her hand. With each stroke, the nervous expression melted away. His head fell back and his eyes fluttered.
Confident he would not resist, Jane straddled him, one knee on either side of his lean thighs, and pulled the gusset of her black one piece off to the side. He slid into her, without guidance, as if each of their parts were magnetized, his, the south pole and hers, the north. The cool rush of water intensified his entry into her clenched pussy. She groaned and upon its release, remembered they were in public. In spite of their surroundings, she tested how far he would let her go; she lowered herself until he was completely inside of her. Lower yet, she pushed herself down, grinding, to feel him deep within. She stopped to read his face. To her surprise, he chuckled and shook his head. "Insatiable," he said. Jane rose up slowly; the water swirled around his dick like a cyclone until she plunged herself down again. Over and over, she undulated. With each movement, her awareness of the sun-bathers around them dimmed; she was solely focused on satisfying her craving. The muscles in her pelvis and inner thighs tightened. The friction of his cock darting in and out of her incited an exquisite burning sensation that flared outwards from the center of her body and she knew she was close. It felt like revving a car's engine at the top of a cliff. She grabbed the pool's edge behind Biff, burying his face in her chest. The prickle of his whiskers between her breasts sent her cascading over the edge. The pressure in her throat welled up and she moaned, inadvertently drawing attention to their lewd behavior.
