Skinny Dipping
By Clare Frost • Mar 19th, 2008 • Category: EroticaThe screen door slid closed behind Victoria with a hiss as she made her way down the overgrown pathway to the hotel swimming pool. The air was cool, and the thought of the warm water flowing over her naked skin made her hurry along the path. It was 3am, the hotel grounds were deserted: perfect conditions for skinny-dipping in the heated rock pool. She felt devilishly naughty, knowing that someone could walk in on her any moment.
Her pulse quickened with excitement as she heard the inviting bubble of water over rock. She opened the gate in the fence and stepped into the pool area. The water was dark, and steam rose off the surface. She left her towel on a nearby deck chair and padded barefoot to the waters edge. She dipped a toe in, and the water felt warm enough to melt her completely. Smiling to herself, she reached back and loosened the strings on her bikini top, letting it fall easily to the ground. The cool night air brushing over her nipples caused them to harden, and she cupped her breasts gently in her hands. Just then, she noticed movement at the back of the pool and her heart skipped a beat as she realized she wasn’t alone.
Someone was watching her.
Victoria continued as if she hadn’t noticed, gently caressing her breasts and rubbing her fingers over her nipples, which were now taut more from arousal than cold. She lowered her hands to her hips and lowly eased her bikini bottoms down over them, loving how quickly they had dampened at the thought of her audience.
She stepped down gingerly into the dark water, the wet warmth causing more and more heat to pool between her legs. The water was shallow, reaching only to her hips, and she could barely stop herself from crying out as the silky liquid flowed between her sweet wet folds. She moved purposely forward into the darkness, ever curious about who had interrupted her evening alone.
As her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, he appeared before her. He sat on a narrow shelf on the far edge of the pool, the water reaching almost waist high. Tiny droplets glistened in the starlight over his muscled body. She lowered her gaze, and saw he was naked and beautifully hard, the water lapping gently over the tip of his massive erection.
Victoria sank down into the water, completely submerging and swimming low until she reached him. She rose up slowly before him, her body mere inches away from his.
“Hi,” he whispered huskily. He was by far one of the best looking men Victoria had ever seen: from his dark hair to his deep green eyes and hungry lips.
She smiled. “Hi, yourself.”
He reached out, his strong hands closing over her hips as he pulled her forcefully toward him. He leaned in to her breasts, slowly licking water droplets off one hardened nipple, then the next with the flat of his tongue. Victoria groaned with the pleasure of his warm wet mouth on her naked skin, and he chuckled, leaving her breasts and claiming her mouth with his. Desperate to get closer, Victoria straddled him, the base of his shaft brushing against her slick folds as they kissed long and deep. Her breasts pressed up against the muscles of his chest with exquisite pressure as his hands caressed her back and squeezed her buttocks.
God, how she wanted him. She reached down and closed her hand over his swollen shaft, stroking him soft and slow until a growl of lust rumbled in his throat. She gasped as he stood suddenly, carrying her with him until he laid her on her back on a warm flat rock beside the gentle waterfall. He stood in the water, spreading her legs wide before him. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, wishing she could take him into her mouth and pleasure that glorious cock with her lips and tongue. But the pleasure was all hers as he lowered his mouth to her centre, teasing her hot flesh with gentle kisses until she begged him for more. She thrust her hips forward, urging him to take more and more of her. He was happy to oblige. He licked her in long slow strokes, dipping his tongue inside her moist entrance and sucking on her clit until the waves of ecstasy built up inside her. The climax exploded within her, and he kissed her gently while it eased, moving slowly up her body again until his mouth found hers.
Victoria groaned, feeling more and more heat pool between her legs as he aroused her again, his hands, his tongue and his cock feeling as though they were touching all parts of her body simultaneously. She wanted him. She needed him.
“Please,” she moaned, barely a whisper.
He smiled, positioning himself so that the hot, firm head of his shaft rubbed against her wet heat. He moved up and down over her clit, over her dewy entrance.
“Is this what you want?”
Victoria nodded. “Please,” she begged.
In one swift movement he rolled her over so that she lay with her breasts pressed against the smooth rock and she could stand hip deep in the water. He came up behind her, his strong hands gripping her hips as he entered her in one smooth motion. She cried out, the thrill of finally feeling him fill her almost too much for her to bear. He moved slowly in and out, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to the edge. The exquisite contrast of soft skin and hard muscle sent her nerve endings on fire, and made her so wet she felt as though she was melting from the core.
He pulled out of her slowly and, turning her around, led her to the shallows.
“I want to look at you when I come,” he murmured.
He settled down on the top step, and she slid down over him, so wet she could barely feel him inside her. He cupped her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples with agonizing tenderness. She rode him, loving the pleasure that washed over his features. He kept his eyes on hers, grinding his hips to her rhythm, until her exploded into her, pulsing his heat into the very core of her body. She came with him, beautiful waves of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. He held onto her while their breathing slowed, and eventually slid out of her, then helped her out of the water and into a fluffy towel.
Victoria grinned and slipped away back up to her room without another word. I should go skinny dipping more often, she thought.
Clare Frost >> a hopless romantic who has been writing since her teens. She recently started experimenting with writing erotic fiction and has found she thoroughly enjoys it. She lives in South Africa with her fiance and is frantically trying to plan a wedding in between working (which she hates) and writing (which she loves).
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I got all worked up off of this made me want to go for a swim!
Good writing. Caught the feelings of a midnight swim and desire beautifully. Made me want to dive in, too!
Very erotic….touched my buttons.