Afternoon in the Pool-4

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.