Passion at the Pool

You sit at the edge of the pool, catching your breath after finishing your laps. Suddenly, a female swimmer approaches at full speed. She touches the wall and pops her head above the surface in one fluid motion.

"What was my time?" she asks immediately.

You look at her in surprise. Even with her eyes hidden behind mirrored goggles and her hair tucked inside a silicone cap, you can tell she’s about your age.

"Uh, time...?" you stammer. She flinches at the sound of your voice; clearly, she was expecting someone else. "Where has she gone now? She’s absolutely useless," she mutters in frustration.

"It looked fast, though. You have great technique," you offer.

"Thanks. Yeah, that felt like a good lap." She peels off her goggles, blinking away the chlorine to reveal striking, deep brown eyes.

"I saw someone head towards the showers just before I sat down," you tell her, finding it hard to break eye contact.

"It’s always the same with her," she sighs, reaching up to pull off her cap, revealing her long, dark hair. It’s a sight you’ve always had a weakness for: the allure of wet, messy hair.

She swims to the edge and hoists herself out. Water sluices down her sculpted figure, and you find yourself completely transfixed. The wet blue Lycra clings to her like a second skin, perfectly outlining the curve of her hips and the heavy swell of her boobs.

Her skin glistens under the harsh pool lights as she sits down next to you—close, very close. Cold droplets race down her neckline as she dangles her feet in the water.

"My name is Emily," she says breathlessly. You watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest, your eyes glued to her perfect breasts.

Slowly, her hand moves toward her boobs. "They’re nice, aren't they?" she teases, catching your stare.

Her comment snaps you out of your trance. "Uh, yeah... beautiful," you manage, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Did you know I have a thing for guys in tight jammers?" she whispers sweetly, placing a bold hand on your thigh.

Blood rushes from your head straight south. You look down, watching her hand inch higher. The fabric of your jammers is stretched to its limit, aching with sudden, undeniable pressure from your bulge.

"You're certainly not shy, are you?" she murmured, her eyes dark with mischief. She lets her fingers go up, touching the fabric of the jammers.

"I think I’ll go find my friend," she said, her voice dropping to a low, playful hum. She withdrew her hand, leaving a lingering trail of heat on your skin. "Feel like joining me in the showers, maybe she is there?"

Unable to speak, you nod. She springs up, giving you a full view of her backside as the textured fabric hugs her cheeks. She walks toward the showers with a deliberate sway, and you follow, mesmerised.

As you reach the door, the sound of a single running shower echoes against the tiles. You step into the steam-filled room and immediately spot two figures clinging together, locked in a deep kiss.

"Melissa, seriously?" Emily calls out. "Starting the fun without me?"

The pair splits apart. The girl, Melissa, tosses her wet blonde hair back. She’s wearing the same blue swimsuit as Emily, emphasising her curves just as perfectly, though she has loosened the straps to reveal a hint of cleavage.

You look at the man holding her and realise it’s none other than your swim buddy.

"Breath training, Jim?" you quip, trying to recover your composure.

He grins shamelessly. "Seems like you made a nice catch yourself."

You turn to Emily, realising she has quietly interlaced her fingers with yours. A warm jolt of electricity rushes through your body. You look up into those inviting eyes as she closes the distance, the wet fabric of her swimsuit pressing against your bare skin. As you lock eyes, you know this is going to be wild.

Her stare is magnetic, practically pulling your lips to hers. When you connect, her lips are incredibly soft. Your tongue meets hers, your hands pulling her flush against you while she grips your back tightly. You remain clung together, lost in the sensation of steam and skin.

When you finally glance over, the others haven't stopped. Melissa's swimsuit is peeled down to her hips, baring her breasts. Jim is already naked, his jammers discarded on the wet tiles. Melissa is on her knees, giving him head.

Emily doesn’t stop. Her hands glide over your slick body as she crashes her lips back against yours. You follow her lead, finally free to explore her properly. Her breasts fill your hands, heavy and soft, and you give them a gentle squeeze.

As your tongues wrestle in a deep kiss, you slide your hand down to her crotch, rubbing her heat through the damp suit. She tries to moan, the sound vibrating against your sealed lips.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp jerk on your jammers. The fabric is slowly pulled down, and your erection springs free, instantly hard. A split second later, you feel the hot, wet pressure of a mouth enveloping the tip of your cock.

You blink your eyes open, disoriented. Emily is still right there, her eyes closed, completely focused on kissing you. Your mind races—if her mouth is on yours, then who is servicing you below?

You break the kiss and look down to see that Melissa has come over. She is bending over, taking you deep into her throat. But she isn't moving on her own; Jim is positioned behind her, gripping her hips and pounding into her relentlessly in a spit-roast position.

"Go girl, take that cock!" Emily cries out breathlessly. She yanks down the straps of her swimsuit, finally revealing her bare breasts. She drops to her knees to join her friend, leaving you with an unforgettable view: two gorgeous women working on you, while the wet slap of skin echoes off the tiles as Jim drives Melissa harder.

Emily takes over the control, swallowing your cock deep like she wants it all. Her moves are even more stimulating. After a good moment, Melissa straightens up, letting her swimsuit drop from her knees to the wet tiles. The full reveal of her body is undeniably inviting. Jim closes in, pressing her body back against his.

"Do you want to ride her?" he asks, looking at you as if offering a prize.

Emily stands up abruptly. "No. I found him."

Possessively, she pulls you away from the others toward an open shower. She bends over immediately, arching her back to signal it is her time. Your heart races as you guide yourself in, feeling the shock of her tight heat. Suddenly, a jet of water blasts from above—the shower has been triggered. You and Emily are instantly drenched, water splashing wildly as you find your rhythm inside her.

Then, you feel a solid weight against your spine. You realise you are back-to-back with Jim; he is driving into Melissa just as hard, the steam and spray engulfing all four of you in the chaos.

You reach forward, wrapping Emily’s soaking wet hair around your fist and pulling her head back toward you. Her neck arches elegantly as she lets out a sharp moan of pleasure, leaning into your movements. You can feel her legs trembling under the strain, so you provide her with an even deeper, more rhythmic pounding. The friction and the heat drive you both to the edge, but it’s Emily who breaks first. With a loud, echoing cry, she collapses into a climax that sends a surge of wetness over your skin, adding to the spray of the shower.

She sinks onto the tiles, chest heaving as she catches her breath. Melissa crawls over, joining her friend on the wet floor and pulling her into a sloppy, passionate kiss. It’s a captivating sight—the two of them tangled together, slick with water and touching each other with practised hunger.

You and Jim close in on them, and Melissa shifts her focus to you. She takes your cock into her mouth with renewed energy, giving you a deep, expert blowjob. Emily, having regained her strength, mirrors her friend by taking Jim. You look down, mesmerised by the view of both girls on their knees, performing with absolute passion.

Hungry for more, you pull Melissa up and press her back against the tiled wall. You capture her drenched lips in a deep kiss while your fingers find her wet, tight pussy below. You rub the head of your cock against her folds, teasing her until she’s gasping for it. You stare into her eyes, seeing nothing but pure, unadulterated horniness. Her eyes go wide as you finally drive home, fully entering her. You ramp up the speed, fucking into her with unstoppable force as she clings to your shoulders, her legs locking around your waist.

You hoist her up, pinning her body against the cold, wet wall as you drive into her with the same relentless rhythm you gave Emily. You glance over to see Jim lying on the slick tiles; Emily is mounted atop him in cowgirl, the shower spray hitting her body and creating a splashing waterfall that cascades over her athletic body. A similar torrent of water hits Melissa’s face, drenching both of you as you maintain your pace. The room is filled with the sound of splashing water and the echoing, soft moans of both women.

Melissa eventually slides off your cock and signals for you to join Jim on the floor. As you lie back against the wet tiles, Emily hops over and immediately claims you, sliding down to continue riding your shaft. Melissa returns to Jim, mirror-imaging the position. The girls lean toward one another, locked in a passionate kiss that offers you a perfect view of their bodies. It’s a magnificent sight; their breasts bounce in perfect time with their rhythmic pounding.

They accelerate the pace, edging you toward the brink. Water droplets fling in every direction as Emily's tight pussy slides rapidly over your length. Their moans grow louder, echoing sharply against the tiles, but they don't slow down. They push even faster, looking down at you with eyes that tell the full story—they want it all, and they want it now!

With a final, explosive burst of energy, everyone peaks at once. You release deep inside Emily, and you watch as Jim finishes inside Melissa. Slowly, the girls stand up, giving you a perfect view as your pulse gradually slows. You watch, mesmerised, as the sperm drips out of their pussies.