Ravi lay floating lazily in the middle of the crowded swimming pool, feeling the rays of the sun warming the entire front of his body. His waterproof, noise-canceling earphones drowned out the 'ambient' noise as he preferred to call them. Were he to unplug his ears, he would be on the receiving end of gasps, rude comments, and disbelieving exclamations all at once. Were he to open his eyes, he would be spectator to the shocked facial expressions displayed on all whom Lady Luck had brought to the swimming pool that day. 'Or would it be so lucky for some of them?' He chuckled at his private joke.
The crowd's reactions were not without reason. Ravi, seemingly floating without a care in the world, was completely naked. And true, he was indeed unafraid. His phone was stood up on a table at the edge of the pool, recording his nudity, the part of the crowd behind him, and more importantly the girl he had just stymied more than anyone else. Visualizing himself on the phone's screen, he flexed his cock a few times. 'Best not to make them think I'm dead,' he chuckled.
The predictability of the crowd's reactions bored him, and they now only served as background noise to his main show, the girl. There was a time when he would get unnerved by the attention and the myriad of unexpected responses he received, which often made him change his mind at the last moment, right before executing a dramatic entrance. Ah yes, there was a time when a stunt like this was considered dramatic for him. However his addiction to shocking people out of their skins had come at a cost. On each occasion he had to rack his brains to come up with a slightly more daring scheme. Thankfully he had realized this quite early in his career, and so would up the ante only very slightly each time. No, it would not do for him to no longer be able to get excited in his adventures.
The poor girl guarding his swimming trunks stood shell-shocked at the scene played out before her. She would be the star of his movie of course, and would prove to be an excellent visual aid to his masturbation session later. A pity that he couldn't capture her face, he would just have to play it back by memory. A wicked smile played across his face as he recollected the moment he roped the unwitting girl into his plans.
All good things come only to those who wait patiently. And Ravi had indeed waited with a keen eye, while reclining on his elbows seated at the edge of the pool, dipping his lower legs in the water. He knew the type he was looking for, he was hopelessly in love with such girls, and her entrance triggered an instinctive signal in his mind. No he was not attracted to the confident tan-skinned beauties who commanded every room they walked into. Instead it was to this girl, the epitome of endearing modesty, with a permanent blush on her face and lips that never reach each other, a constant magnet of every mildly dominant male around her.
As she laid her bag on her chosen pool chair and began nervously disrobing her outer clothing, Ravi strode on to her confidently, leaned past her to place his phone on the nearby table, while resting his hand on her lower back to gain her attention. The stunned girl twirled around so suddenly and beautifully that it was only the weight of experience that allowed Ravi to continue with his plan, smiling confidently down at her in the uncomfortable 6 inches of space between them.
"My dear, you are incredibly beautiful" he calmly said with a disarming smile, making her blush bright red and look downward uncomfortably. The trick, he knew, was to keep disarming her either with compliments or uncharacteristic behavior, never allowing her to make sense of what was happening until it's too late. "In fact," he continued while tracing a finger across the small of her back, "you're deliciously perfect for my plans."
"What plans..." she involuntarily murmured, and Ravi seized the opportunity to raise her chin with his index finger and cast a smile deep into her eyes.
"You'll see."
He kissed her, and at first she tried to escape this strange situation, but Ravi remained patient. He would not force her, and never did he grip her tightly, for such angels as her are fragile creatures. He simply stayed his ground and allowed her to blush severely before leaning ever so mildly back into the kiss, perhaps out of politeness, or perhaps out of submission. Now reaching behind her to hold her, he continued the kiss and she did not recoil. Instead she now leaned her entire body into his, and he felt what any man would feel in his situation... A tremendous desire to protect this precious little damsel before him. Shaking off that feeling as he wanted to see his plans through, he reached his hand to her eyes, closing them, and she complied. "Do you trust me?" he asked quite unnecessarily, and she nodded the affirmative, drawn by his charisma. "Keep your eyes closed sweetheart, and place your hands on my shoulders."
