Storytime #9

I get to the guesthouse early. I want to make sure everything is exactly as I want it before you arrive. Wine chilled, chocolates ready, and pussy wet. I’m well practiced at this now so before long I am in my swimwear and robe sauntering down to the pool to enjoy the sun. I leave you a note on the bed next to a bottle of oil and my favourite butt plug,

“At the pool. Bring these x”

I’m almost asleep when I feel your footsteps coming towards me. I don’t need to look up to know it’s you. I can feel your primal energy from here. Your eyes are probably scanning both me and our surroundings, your cock beginning to throb a little already, and your hands ready to mark your territory. I feel fingers running up my tanned calves, over my knees and up my thighs, stopping short of my gstring covered pussy. You do love to torture me…

“You’re late” I say without looking up.

You ignore my comment, knowing you are not at all late, and bend down to kiss my cheek, your fingers winding into my long hair, giving it a subtle tug that nobody else could notice but me. Your hand moves down to the bottom of my neck, again squeezing oh so gently to let me know you’ve come to take what’s yours. I feel oil dripping onto my thighs and you begin an agonisingly sensual massage that makes my legs involuntarily part a little, urging your hands silently to find their way to your prize. But you are a master in the art of tease and I know you’ll make me wait.

There’s a few other guests at the pool, but no one is paying attention as your fingers work their way across my body, exploring every inch except the part I want you to touch the most. I feel something else running up my thighs now, and realise with a delicious sigh you have the butt plug in your palm, covering the tip with oil as you continue the massage.

Your other hand is massaging my booty and I feel you slip a finger underneath the string at my hips that is barely holding my swimwear on, running it down my booty and gently lifting my swimmers until I feel the air on my pussy. I can feel now how wet you’ve already made me , and I am about to beg you to take me back to the room when I feel the plug pressing on my tight little asshole.

With one swift move you push it inside me and I let out a little moan. Just as quickly your hands are gone from my body, and with a gentle tap on my butt you say “Let’s go for a swim”. I roll over and kiss you for the first time, not sure whether to beg you or thank you.

Looking around I realise we’re now alone, and as we get into the water my mind is racing and my pussy is aching for your cock. I can see it getting hard beneath your shorts and once we’re in the water I can finally feel it against me.

Wrapping my legs around you I push my pussy as hard onto your cock as I can while still clothed, feeling my swimwear soaking with a mix of cool water and hot juices. Your hand finds its way to the butt plug and you begin gently tugging at it. Not quite pulling it out, but enough that I bury my face into your neck, kissing your shoulder and running my nails up your spine with a force I can’t control.

“I need your cock. Please” I whisper, shamelessly begging you for it. I know you love when I do that. You smirk at me and say “Not yet you dirty little girl”. You unwrap my legs and push yourself up onto the side of the pool so your rock hard cock is now at my eye level. I look up at you as my hands find their way onto your beautiful quads.

“Let me taste it. Please” I ask again. You are killing me here and you are loving it. Gently you ease your shorts down just a little, so the tip of your cock is visible to me only. I can see the precum dripping out of the tip and I slowly move forward, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time until I finally get my lips onto what I want. You taste amazing and it’s all I can do not to rip your shorts off and take your entire cock down my throat right here at the pool.

You let me have just a taste, and then with your hands on my neck you pull me back, denying me anything more than a little taste of what’s to come. I roll my eyes at you and say “this is so unfair”.

“Show me your nipples. They look so fucking hard under that bikini top”

I don’t need any encouragement, and I slowly slide the straps down over my shoulders, letting my breasts out just enough so you can see my nipples sitting just above the water. Now it’s your turn to be tortured. I swim backwards out of your reach, making sure my nipples stay above water so you can see everything. I discreetly move my swimwear to the side of the plug and turn around, diving under the water while making sure my butt comes up high enough for you to enjoy the view from the side of the pool, and hoping no one else has come in while I wasn’t looking.

When I come up you are looking at me with that raw lust that drew me to you in the first place. ‘Checkmate’ I think to myself. ‘Time to fuck’. Suddenly my eye is drawn away from you, back to the guesthouse and its beautiful top floor balcony.

The first thing I see is breasts, covered in hands. As I take the rest of the scene I can see it is a couple, standing on the balcony with full view of our little pool scene. She is standing in front of him, in a long flowing dress. He’s in a collared shirt, unbuttoned, standing close enough behind her that she can easily press her ass against his cock. ‘I hope it’s hard for her’ I think. As we lock eyes I can see his cheeky smile, which stays in place as he pulls his girls dress straps down over her shoulders, fully exposing her beautiful big breasts to me.

He moves his hands up to her nipples and I can just make out him beginning to squeeze them, pulling them gently, and rolling them around between his fingers until they become hard and even more beautiful.

My owner still hasn’t realised what’s unfolding behind him, but as I am blatantly staring into the distance with my mouth slightly open he turns to follow my gaze. “Oh fuck yes” I hear him whisper almost inaudibly.

We look at each other and the sexual energy between us is now enough to electrify the whole pool. “We need to go get ready for dinner. Now” he says.

“Yes Sir”.

To be continued…