Time for a swim

By the time we’re done eating, the sky’s gone to a deep purple, and there’s a couple of stars trying to poke through. It’s not much, but more than I typically see from my neighborhood in the city, where there’s too much light and it washes them all out. At some point, the pool lights came on automatically, turning the water a pale blue that gets my attention.

She leans back against the cushions, full and lazy, and looks at me.

“I probably look disgusting right now,” she says shyly, and puts a hand on her stomach. “I feel so bloated after all that.”

I laugh at the absurdity of her comment. “Are you kidding? You look exactly like you did 20 minutes ago.”

“So you’re saying I always look fat?” she teases.

“I’m saying you always look hot. No matter what.”

She smirks and side-eyes me, then looks back out at the darkening sky.

“I don’t believe it, but I’ll take it,” she says. I can’t see her smile, but I can hear it in her voice. “Really though, I ate way too much. I feel like I’m already starting to regret dinner. I need to move or I’m just going to blow up.”

I glance at the pool. The water’s glowing an inviting blue from the lights spaced throughout it.

“We could always go for a swim,” I say, half-joking. “That should burn some of it off.”

I see the back of her head turn as she glances in the direction of the pool, and then back at me with a spark in her eyes.

“That’s actually not a terrible idea.” She pauses, looking me over. “It seems like I hardly ever go for a swim. You want to join me?”

I laugh. “I was just kidding. I didn’t exactly pack swim trunks.”

She stands up, holding out her hand. “Who cares, come on. There’s some spares around here. Carlos probably has six pairs in the cabana. I’m sure there has to be one that’d probably fit you.”

I make a face. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to go with a ‘no’ on wearing your husband’s swim trunks. That’s a hard pass.”

She looks at the pool once more before turning back to me again with one eyebrow raised.

“I guess I could see how that’d be awkward. And screw Carlos. I should just burn his swimsuits anyway,” she replies, chuckling to herself for a second, leaving me not quite sure if she’s serious or not. “But… I guess if you’re not going to wear them, then that only leaves one other option.” Her voice drops a little as she says it. “Skinny dipping.”

My brain stalls for a full second. I don’t know why, but I guess I just didn’t associate her with the type.

She doesn’t wait for me to answer. She reaches down, grabs the hem of her tank top, and pulls it up and over her head in one smooth motion. The bra underneath covers everything, but the design and pattern are sexy on her all the same. At least, that’s what I’m thinking before she reaches behind her. With no reservations, she unhooks the bra and their weight instantly pushes against it as she shrugs her shoulders forward.

The expensive looking garment lands on the stone tiles with a soft rustle, letting her tits spill free. They’re exactly as I remember. Full, heavy, round orbs with slightly darker nipples that look like they may already be slightly crinkled. I’ve always been a boob man first, and hers are just as good as I remembered from our first night. The sexy bra was nice, but seeing it crumpled on the ground is a thousand times better.

However, Sofia doesn’t give me time to stare. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties at the same time, and shoves them down with one quick push. Stepping out, she gathers them up, along with her bra, and tosses it all on the sofa to join her tank top.

Then she turns and runs toward the pool. Her tits are nice enough, but it’s her ass that gets me. I can see it flex with every step and watch the cheeks bounce. It reminds me why that was the first thing I became obsessed with about her. When she hits the edge of the pool, she doesn’t slow in the slightest bit. Her arms go up, her body arches, and she dives headfirst into the water.

I’m still standing there like an idiot for half a second, in surprise of what I just witnessed. With her out of view when she goes under the water, I finally snap out of whatever trance she put me in. I yank off my shoes, which are quickly followed by my socks, then my shirt is ripped over my head, and I finally shove my jeans and boxers down together just like she did.

My cock’s soft at the moment, but I can feel it starting to thicken from the sight of her. If I don’t want it completely hard before I’m even in the water, giving away just how horny I am, I need to get moving. It flops heavily against my thigh as I jog after her. No graceful dive for me. I just jump in cannonball style, because who cares about looking cool when you’ve got full, heavy balls you need to protect from smacking the water.

The water’s warm enough that there’s no chill when I hit it, and I open my eyes the second I’m under. I’ve never let the chlorine faze me, and the pool is lit bright enough that I can see her legs treading water ahead of me. I push off the floor and swim straight toward her.

She’s holding her place near the middle and I surface right in front of her. I make sure to stay close enough to let my body slide against hers, so her tits drag across my chest when I come up. They’re soft and warm as they slide over my skin. She gasps and laughs, and her hands immediately go to my shoulders the second they break the surface.

“Hi,” she breathes. I’m close enough that even in the dim light, I can see tiny beads of water clinging to her lashes.

“Hey,” I answer. My hands find her waist under the surface, just below her ribs. “The water feels amazing.”

She wraps her legs around my hips and loops her arms around my neck. Her tits are pressed flat against my chest again, allowing me to feel every inch of her soft curves and hard nipples. Even the heat between her thighs is like it’s drawing my swelling cock toward it as if it were some sort of tractor beam.

“Just the water?” she asks, inching her face closer.

“What water?”

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