A midnight swim

As Tara had suggested... or maybe instructed... you showed up at the hotel pool just before midnight. You saw her standing at the edge of the pool looking resplendent in a long, white robe she must have taken from the hotel. Her body looked wet as if she had already been in the pool and then got out and put the robe on.

"Tara, that robe looks hot on you - but I'm not quite sure it's rip off you hot."

She gave you a sexy smirk and took a step closer to the edge of the pool. "Get in.", was all she said.

"I didn't bring a suit.", you replied.

"Your mistake - but I don't have a suit either. Get in.", she repeated. It was clear from her tone that she did not expect you to disobey again.

You stripped down to your underwear and slid yourself into the pool. It was warm and as you slid in, that warmth served to heighten your arousal. The pool was lit up by underwater lights, and you could see Tara's silhouette as she began to lower herself into the pool.

She moved slowly, seductively, until she was submerged up to her neck. Her hair floated around her head like a halo, and her eyes shone brightly in the darkness. She was wearing a skimpy white negligee that clung to her wet body, seeming to amplify her already incredible curves. Her breasts looked like they were begging to be touched, and her nipples were hard and begging for attention. She looked like a goddess, and you felt like a mere mortal in her presence. You wanted to worship her, to touch her, to feel her skin against yours. You wanted to make her feel pleasure beyond anything she had ever experienced before. You wanted to make her feel like the only woman in the world.

She strode to where you were in the pool, and reached below the water into your pants. "I see you like it - it's the same negligee that Sarah chose for your honeymoon. Well, obviously I had to get it in a larger size, but definitely the same style. I know you haven't seen her in it yet, but I think you can agree that clearly I wear it better."

Her voice was throaty and low, and her eyes smoldered with a mix of lust and challenge.

Seeing Tara's incredible body in that lacy white outfit got your heart racing. Her breasts strained against the fabric, and her hard nipples were visible through the thin material.

"Clearly this outfit needs someone with a large, firm, pair of breasts to wear it, wouldn't you agree?"

You nodded as she continued to rub your erection below the water.

"And who would you say has the better breasts, me or her?"

"You," you reply quickly without hesitation.

"That wasn't really a fair question, obviously my breasts are far beyond poor Sarah's pair. Perhaps something a little more competitive. What do you like to look at more - my cleavage, or your bride's entire naked body."

You hesitate for a moment, torn between the two options. The the view you were receiving right quickly resolved your doubt. "Your cleavage - even clothed your cleavage is hotter than Sarah's entire body."

"In fact, is there any part of Sarah's body that comes close to competing with the same part of mine? What about the ass?". She pulled her hand from your underwear to take your hands and place them on her ass. You could feel the firm, round shape of her buttocks, and the way her skin was warm and soft.

"No, and not just her ass, just feeling your ass is better than feeling Sarah's whole body."

"And legs?", she asks, wrapping her long, shapely legs around your waist. You could feel the muscles in her legs, and the way her body was pressing against you.

"God no, hers are short and shapeless compared to you. Your legs make me so hard."

"And tell me, when you sleep with her on your wedding night - will you be there with her, or will you be imagining it was me?" Tara's voice was soft and seductive, her eyes boring into yours as she waited for your answer.

"I don't think I could stop imagining you if I tried - but with Sarah's tiny body it may be hard to imagine fucking you in her place. I can't grope Sarah's breasts and imagine they're yours. And squeezing her ass just can't substitute for yours." You tried to keep your voice even, but you could hear the desire and need in your own voice. You loved Sarah, you were sure of that, but with Tara's body so close to you, you found you couldn't help yourself but tell her exactly what she wanted to hear to answer all her questions. Especially since it was all true, when you made the comparisons Sarah would always come up far short of her incredibly sexy Maid of Honor.

"So, perhaps you'd like to rip this outfit off of me and try out the real thing so you know what you'll be imagining tomorrow, hmmm?" Tara's hands ran slowly down her body, her fingers tracing the outline of her curves. Her eyes never left your face, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body.