Poolside Lover

It was about 4 o'clock poolside on a Sunday afternoon.

The music was loud, the sun was out and it was hot. I located an empty lounge, spread my new beach towel over it and sat down.

From behind my Porsche sunglasses I checked out the pool area to see who else was soaking up some sun. . . and there she was.

Her dark skin glistened in the afternoon sun. Both of her straps were down. Beads of perspiration came together in the "v" between her breasts. It wasn't just the sun. . . she was hot. Her slender legs came apart slightly as she adjusted her straps with her thumbs.

I smiled.

She noticed and smiled. . . a knowing smile. I was attracted to her and she knew it.

She wore a scant, jet-black, g-string bikini with bright silver triangles.

It was obvious that she was with last weeks' water volleyball champion; Harvey the "hunk!"

I kicked my sandals off and laid back on the lounge. I pulled my trunk legs up to help raise my tan line and in doing so, noticed that it caused the front of my trunks to pooch up in front. How embarrassing!

I took several deep breathes, shook the tension from my shoulders and arms, closed my eyes and decided not to care.

The sun was hot. There was passion in the air. I could feel it. You could cut it with a knife.

I sremembered one of my recent erotic encounters. The thoughts about it were vivid. I remembered how my lover's lips danced over my body and how her fingers caressed the back of my knees as she softly touched the inside of my thigh with her tongue. I found myself becoming aroused and could tell that if I didn't change my thoughts I would soon find myself in an embarrassing situation.

Someone dropped an empty beer can and I came back for a while.

I sat up.

I opened my eyes and looked down between my legs. You could tell. Even if you weren't looking for it, you could tell.

I think she was looking for it.

I felt embarrassed. I felt like I just got caught with the bra and panties section of the Victoria Secret catalog in the outhouse.

She pushed her sunglasses to the end of her nose and looked over the top at me.

She smiled. I knew she knew.

Her eyes were focused between my legs. I wanted to move to avoid her eyes but I couldn't. I could feel myself gradually becoming larger. Having her watch me in this state was turning me on even more. My heart was beating faster.

My thoughts drifted briefly to my former lover. I remembered her head between my legs. I smiled. I closed my eyes for just a moment and could feel her soft, moist lips kissing the skin just above my manhood.

I opened my eyes and saw my poolside lover's legs move apart and swing over the edge of the lounge as she stood up. With her back to Mr. Macho, she gave me a wink and moved her mouth to form the words, "Follow me!"

I stared nervously, only for a moment, at the black and white, five foot, depth marker painted on the side of the pool, then looked back at her.

I couldn't resist. My eyes watched her every move as she slowly walked toward me.

She had this look. I've witnessed it several times before. . . and only in the heat of passion.

As she passed me I could smell the fire.

She whispered something to me as she walked by. It wouldn't have made a difference even if I had known what she said.

I casually got up and followed her.

We walked, like two animals in heat, barefoot over cobblestones, past the Pepsi machine and the hot tub, out of sight of the pool crowd.

When she got to the sauna, she stopped, opened the door, turned around and said, "Hurry, he thinks I went back to the apartment for another six-pack!" She took my hand, led me inside and told me to stand still.

She put her hands in the water and splashed the red-hot coals. There was a sudden flash of hot steam as she put one of her wet hands between my legs, slowly moving it up and down, the other behind my head. She kissed me long and hard, her tongue darting in and out as she reached inside my trunks.

She helped push my trunks to the wet wooden floor as she dropped to her knees. Her mouth was ravenous.

I must be dreaming.

After a few brief moments, I was in ecstasy.

We were almost to the good part when I had this strange feeling that we were being watched. That's when I saw his eyes. . . through the 4 x 6 inch window. It was a set-up. He was in on this subtle seduction. He knew what she was going to do all along.

Now I was really hot. I couldn't have imagined that I could really get off with someone watching. . . and like it.

Somewhere, once, I remember reading, "Sex is fun and pleasure is good for you!"

I closed my eyes, leaned back against the wooden bench and waited. Her lips began to dance over my body. I had to see this, so I opened my eyes. With her free hand she guided my foot between her legs as she began to rub her hot body against my ankle.

I could feel the intensity build. She was almost there and so was I.

The eyes through the steamy glass made me hotter.

We both exploded simultaneously. We moved the room. . . together.

Then the eyes were gone.

She stood up and with very wet lips, again kissed me long and hard. I could taste myself.

I was still hot.

She reached down, pulled my trunks up in an attempt to put me back together, glanced out the window, opened the door and blew me a hot, steamy kiss.

I sat there for a few minutes as I listened to her and her friend laughing together as they walked together toward the pool.

My sandals and beach towel were still outside. How would it feel to face my poolside lover and her friend so soon after our close encounter?

Brazen. That's how it would feel.

I slowly walked to my lounge and sat down. I was spent.

Under the pretense of wanting more sun on my back, I turned my lounge chair around facing in her direction.

I was turned on by seeing her again. . . by looking into her eyes and remembering how close we were only moments ago.

She was hugging her knees. . . and looking at me. The passionate dance her body did with my ankle had caused her inner-thighs to blush a pale shade of pink. I, again, began to rise to the occasion. I know she could tell.

She leaned forward on the lounge, stretched her parted legs and began to slowly caressed them. She began with her ankles. Then she moved her hands to the inside of her thighs, looked around to see if anyone was watching, then paused and very briefly, softly caressed herself when she got to center.

She was still turned on and she knew I was watching. She looked at me and smiled.

I now looked like I had been in the sun far too long. In reality, I knew it was a combination of the dry heat of the sauna and the passion of moments past.

I closed my eyes and could again feel her lips touching my body. I could still smell the passion.

It was then I remembered she left part of herself on my ankle. I put my finger to my mouth to moisten it, touched it to my ankle and returned it to my mouth. She smiled again. I laid there for some time resting warmly in the moment.

This had to be a dream. Or a very real fantasy. Things like this don't happen. Or do they?

I opened my eyes to take one long, last look at my momentary poolside lover.

She was gone.

They were gone.

And I was still hot.

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Copyright © 2002 - Larry James. Reprinted with permission. - This article is adapted from Larry's books, "How to Really Love the One You're With: Affirmative Guidelines for a Healthy Love Relationship," "LoveNotes for Lovers: Words That Make Music for Two Hearts Dancing" and "Red Hot LoveNotes for Lovers." Author Larry James presents seminars nationally for singles and couples. Subscribe to Larry's FREE monthly "LoveNotes for Lovers" eZINE. Contact: CelebrateIntimacy.com, P.O. Box 12695, Scottsdale, AZ 85267-2695. LarryJames@CelebrateIntimacy.com - CelebrateIntimacy.com