Afternoon in the Pool-4

Bobbie and Brett had suddenly gone silent at the other end of the pool. They were on the same side of the pool as we were. Brett had backed Bobbie against the side of the pool, they were standing with the water up to their chests and Brett’s body was pinning her against the wall. Bobbie had both her arms around his neck, Brett’s hands were under the water and their faces were close together, whispering and smiling. Oh God! He had his hand on her breast and they were kissing. Both John and I saw it. Brett seemed to push his lower body against her and it lifted Bobbie higher in the water, exposing her chest for a moment. Brett had pushed her bikini top up, uncovering her small breast and his left hand was caressing it,
“Looks like they’re enjoying themselves.” John said smiling. All I could do was blush.

As we watched them, John shifted his body. I almost panicked, I thought he was going to swim off and leave me sitting there, the truth was, the feel of his naked arms and thighs against mine had turned me on big time, the first time ever with a boy. He wasn’t leaving me however, he just made me panic even more by slipping his arm around me. I looked in the direction of the other two to see if they had noticed, but they were too wrapped in each other to notice, anyway, John had slipped his arm over my right shoulder and under my left arm, his hand beneath the water and resting just above my waist.

He must have mistaken the sudden rigidness of my body for resistance as he immediately started to pull his arm away.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you would mind.” he said. I immediately grabbed his hand and pulled it back around my waist.

“Oh Fuck! I don’t mind.” I spluttered. I immediately bit my tongue and thought, “That was a fucking sophisticated thing to say.”

But I was in heaven. As I put his hand back on me, I left my hand on top of his and he slowly spread his fingers so that my fingers intertwined with his under the water. He pulled me closer and I let my head rest on his shoulder. God! I wanted to spend the rest of my life just sitting there like that.

We both looked back towards Bobbie and Brett. The hand he had been using to fondle her breast was now under the water, his arm between their bodies as he pressed up close to her. We could see his arm moving around between them, as if he were fumbling around for something.

“What are those two playing at?” I whispered to John.

“Can’t you guess?” he replied.

Then it dawned on me, he was fingering her and Bobbie was obviously enjoying it. Her head was leaning back against the side of the pool and her eyes were closed and she was hanging tightly on to his neck, the movement of the lower part of her body was making little waves in the pool as she appeared to be thrusting her hips back and forth against his hand.

John and I watched as Brett lifted his hand out from between them, reach around his neck, take Bobbie’s hand and pull it down between them. Her arm was still for a moment but then started to move under the water, and, whatever she was doing was certainly pleasing Brett, even with such a distance between us, both John and I could hear Brett let out a long, ecstatic groan.

It became obvious that she had her hand on Brett’s cock under the water. My hand tightened its grip on John’s around my waist and he pulled my body harder against his and moved onto his side so that the front of his body was pressing against my outer thigh. There it was again, the firm shaft of his cock, hard against my thigh. I could feel it sort of jerk and convulse against my thigh as we watched the other two, as if it had a mind of its own. The antics of Brett and Bobbie was obviously exciting John as much as they were me.

Brett and Bobbie moved quickly towards the steps at the far end of the pool, Brett climbed out and Bobbie followed. When he was out of the water, he turned to give his hand to Bobbie. Even at that distance I could see his huge erection in his shorts. As Bobbie climbed the steps, her butt cleared the water and she paused to pull up one side of her bikini bottom at the back where it had been pulled down to reveal a small, firm buttock.

Brett turned to us and shouted, “Back soon.” and they vanished hand in hand through the pool gate in the direction of the tennis court.

“Where do you think they’re off to?” I said to John.

“To screw each other I should think.” he replied.

I looked at him, not quite sure what to say, and before I could say anything, he lowered his face and put his lips to mine. The effect on me was overpowering. My whole body went limp, as if I had turned to water. My mouth fell open against his and his tongue started to probe against mine which replied with equal enthusiasm. My hand was behind his neck, clinging to him. I was on cloud nine, this gorgeous guy wanted me, I was on sensory overload. I was hyped, I was in love.

Watching the other two, imagining what their hands and fingers were doing to each other under the water and feeling John’s body and hard, rigid cock against me had turned me on to the point where I could hardly restrain myself from thrusting my hand between my legs and fingering myself off.

John was cradling my head and shoulders with one arm and his other hand, which was resting on my tummy, began to work itself slowly upwards along the front of my rib cage, I knew instinctively where it was heading. It came to rest hesitantly on my small, firm breast, resting motionlessly, as if waiting for some sort of permission to move. Mouths still locked together, tongues entwining, I was way past the point of modesty.

I put my hand on top of his, pressing it against my breast and bringing his hand to life as it started to move slowly, fondling, caressing and teasing my pert nipple through the fabric of my one-piece.

‘Fuck this one-piece!’ I thought. I wanted to feel his fingertips in the flesh, not through my bathers. Even with our mouths crushed together, John groaned deep in his throat as he moved his hand against me. His cock, still pressing against my thigh was lurching and moving as if it were some sort of cocoon with something inside it, trying to burst out.

John pulled his lips away from mine. His voice sounding incredibly strained. “Tell me if I am doing anything you don’t want me to do Amee.”