Maybe you can check out this pool, but you forgot your suit!

You expect him to strip you down to skinny dip, but instead he says he has a suit you could borrow. A little surprised, you accept. He brings it outside a moment later and hangs it on a little privacy screen next to an outdoor shower. You think it's a little funny that after what just happened you're going to put clothes back on, but there is something classy about not just jumping in the pool naked. You look at the bathing suit he brought and your eyebrows raise slightly. It's pure white and a very skimpy cut. It's something you would never wear at the beach, as it reveals almost as much as your lingerie. You remove your heels, stockings, and bra and pull up the bottoms. They aren't quite a thong, but there's definitely a fair amount of cheek visible. The top is stringy and has some nice embellishment in gold. When you put it on you notice it gives you a little squeeze and lift. As a whole it feels like it's very good quality and quite elegant and sexy, like it wouldn't look out of place on a yacht in Monaco.

You step out from behind the screen and see Pierre already reclined in the pool, his muscular chest glistening and reflecting the golden firelight. His mocha skin looks especially sexy in contrast with the pale stone tiling around the pool. You lock your eyes on him and walk straight toward him, allowing a little strut to enter your step. You step down into the pool and let out a little gasp. It's much colder than you thought. It looked like it might be a large hot tub, but on this warm night it feels a bit chilly. Taking a breath you continue it and refocus on Pierre, giving him a smoldering look as you sit down across from him. Pierre let's his lower body float up and you notice he's got pure white swim trunks on as well, and beneath them, even in this cold water, is a very sizeable lump.

You stand up in the shallows and toward him. You glance down and notice your bottoms are slightly transparent and clinging to your body, your engorged labia from Pierre's earlier ministrations are visible through the thin material. You push forward into deeper water, and reach out to him, noticing your nipples are standing straight out in the swimsuit, from arousal or the cold is anyone's guess. You get next to Pierre and notice his white swim trunks are also slightly see-through when we. You can make out the dark shadow of his shaft and bulbous head. You appreciate the contrast of the light color on his darker body, and as his eyes rove over your body, you wonder if he's thinking something similar. Reaching out you place your hand on the outside of his shorts and just lightly rub up and down his length. It feels big. Some might even say massive, but you're going to need to see it first.

You hook your fingers under his waistband and slide the trunks down past his knees, revealing a truly spectacular cock, reminiscent of some dormant sea monster just below the surface of the water. You try to wrap you hand around it, but your fingers don't quite meet. You start to stroke with one hand, then lean over him in the shallow water and take him into your mouth. It only takes a few moments before his towering manhood stands straight up from his body like the mast of a sinking ship. It's veiny and bulging, intricate folds visible in the thick foreskin. It's longer than your husband by a noticeable amount, and thicker than anything you've experienced. You suck on him for a little while longer, stroking with one hand and trying to see how far you can get your mouth down. You're a little surprised and a little proud when you take more than half of him.