It started out as two friends cooling off from the hot summer sun in the pool, but two college students nearly half naked make it hard for it to stay innocent long. I've been pondering "what-ifs" for years. Now is the time for action. Somehow, the feel of water and being scantily clad always did arouse me.
I swim over to him, and hold my head above the surface of the water with a hand on his shoulder. I've never been a strong swimmer, and he's got a good few inches on me. Sliding my right hand along his jaw line to cup his face, I lean in slowly and let our lips meet. Something that should have happened years ago, if this sudden feeling of completion, and at the same time yearning for more, more is anything to go by. The kiss deepens, but my mind is so hazy from joy and passion that I'm not sure who deepened it – all I know is that we're now kissing feverishly, passionately, with my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, grinding my crotch against his erection. Shorts and a bikini are way too much clothing now, but mid day in an outdoor swimming pool is not the place. Holding me tightly to him, he heads towards the stairs at the shallow end, as my focus moves from his mouth to his jaw line, his ear, his neck, his collarbone.
As we make it into the house, dripping water everywhere, the cool of the indoor air on our wet skin shocks our bodies. Goosebumps break out all over, but we don't notice. The only thing on our minds – besides the overwhelming of our senses – is to find his bedroom.
We finally break apart for a second, panting, at the sound of his door clicking shut. Privacy – and a bed – at last. I finally notice our goosebumps, and smirk, saying that the wet swimsuits should be taken off, since the wet fabric is making us so cold, and his shorts are busy making a puddle on the floor. I undo the back tie of my bikini top, and slowly pull it off over my head. My nipples are hard little peaks – both from arousal, and the damp chill of the air compared to the sweltering heat outdoors and coursing through my veins. Watching him, I slide out of my wet bikini bottom. I'm so wet and aroused that I am aching. I want to be filled, complete, over and over again. I watch his eyes widen slightly as he notices I'm bare. No bikini wax for this girl – smooth all over, and wanting to feel his hands, his tongue, his penis, so badly I feel like I'm going to burst.
First things first though. He is still dripping water on the floor, his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts. Obviously, this means he is wearing too much clothing. I stand on tiptoes to kiss him again, and he pulls me tight against his body, kneading my ass with his hands. I groan, and grind against him, realizing that I'm near orgasm from the feel of his skin on mine, his tongue, his kiss. Panting slightly, I break away from his mouth, kissing and nipping my way along his jaw line to his ear. I run the tip of my tongue along the outside of his ear, then along the inside of the fold, hearing his breath hitch. I gently fuck his ear with my tongue, and then take his earlobe between my teeth and gently nip and tug at it.