Alone by the pool?
The air is already warm at this early hour. I breathe in the scent of the flowers as I walk to the pool in my bathrobe, surrounded by oleanders and bougainvilleas. The park of the small hotel where we met is really something to fall in love with. But I like the pool even more, which is waiting for me hidden from view behind the bushes. The other guests are still asleep, no wonder after last night's party. I'm sure I'll have the pool to myself. But then I hear a soft splash. Should there be another early riser? I was looking forward to being able to swim alone. I quietly step out from between the bushes. The sight that presents itself to me is extremely interesting. His name is Thor, a Dane with whom I had a long chat that evening. His eyes are closed as he floats on his back in the water. Obviously, like me, he wasn't expecting any other visitors because he isn't wearing any swimming trunks. As he hasn't noticed me yet, I keep quiet so that I can take a good look at him.
Thor got me thinking hot thoughts
I already liked him before with his Viking beard and his flashing blue eyes, which have looked at me cheekily on more than one occasion. Now I like him even more. He opens his eyes and spots me. "Hey, good morning," he says with a laugh. "Hey," I say back. "Sorry," he then says with his delightful accent, "I should probably put on my swimming trunks." I smile. "No need," I say and drop the bathrobe. I enjoy his admiring amazement for a moment, then I jump headfirst into the water. I resurface just before he does. And before he can react, I push him under the water. He comes up again with a snort, but I'm already gone. He crawls after me with strong strokes, grabs my leg and pulls me towards him. I squirm in his grip, but not so much to free myself as to rub myself against him, to feel his body. His broad chest, his strong thighs and his hands with which he tries to subdue me. I don't make it easy for him, but eventually he pushes me to the edge of the pool, his hands to the right and left of my head. I could dive down, but there's something in the way.
Underwater Love
"And now?" I ask quietly. "I'd like to know that too," he replies. Nothing happens for a moment. The water beads up from his beard and our bodies drift towards each other underwater. It tickles a little when he kisses me. My stomach quivers. I feel him slide between my thighs, warm and firm. He is still only resting lightly on my lap. Our kiss becomes more ravenous. I hold on to him tightly, clutching his hips with my legs. His hand reaches between us. As he slowly comes inside me, I dig my fingers into his hair and suck on his lips. He grips my bottom as he takes me more and more forcefully. We create waves that ripple to the edge. The pleasure rises in ever faster waves inside me until it sweeps me away and I gasp my release into the morning air. My Viking holds back. He probably has a longer journey planned for me. No one sees us as we return to the hotel to continue our morning game in the dry.
Source: LEA