I blinked my eyes open to the early haze. The sun was sneaking quietly over the horizon like it didn’t want to be seen. Everything around me — the lounger I was lying on, the deck, the nearby tables — was wet with dew. The air smelled clean and fresh.
I realized I was alone. Everyone else had slipped off, I assumed to sleep inside. About now, I was supposed to be worrying where my wife was, who she was with. I couldn’t drum up the energy.
I rolled over to my side and saw Cassie. She was on the other side of the deck, sitting on the steps of the tiny plunge pool. She was naked, her fantastic body half submerged in the clear-blue water. Her pink nipples were taut on her full breasts. The wind played in her golden blonde hair.
Cassie didn’t notice me looking. She stared off into the horizon. Like searching for something that would never arrive. A sailor’s wife, waiting for her husband to return from another fruitless voyage.
I slowly rolled off the lounger and limped over. Cassie glanced my way and smiled. She scooched over so I could climb into the water with her. Since she was sitting on the stairs, the only place I could go was into the pool, itself. The water was warm, like a bathtub. I went about shoulder deep before my feet hit the tile. It felt like being dropped in a human-sized bucket. My shoulders brushed the walls.
As soon as I was in, Cassie hugged me, tight. Her skin was prickled from the cool, morning air. She shivered into my chest.
“That was, ummm,” Cassie said, “I mean. The whole thing? It was pretty amazing.”
“It was,” I said.
“I’m sorry about what I did, though,” she said.
I gave her a questioning look. ‘Sorry’ was not the sentiment I expected.
“You know,” Cassie said. “The squirting.” The word came out of her so quiet, it might as well have been the wind.
“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, meaning it.
Cassie looked at me like I was nuts, but then a smile broke across her face. “Really? Because that was crazy. I don’t usually… I mean. Fucking hell, Paul. I’ve cum lots of times with guys, I swear, but it’s never felt like that. So out of control and… Wow. You’re not supposed to do that to me, you know?”
Cassie couldn’t hide her excitement now. Her bubbly personality overflowed.
“I enjoyed it, too,” I said, flatly. Cassie growled at me and gave me a shove. I beamed at her, widely. “It was fucking amazing.”
Cassie’s face shifted. She raised an eyebrow, and I could tell she was processing.
“Why don’t you talk more?” Cassie asked, “Seriously. Don’t give me that whole thing about the accent. Your voice is sexy as hell. So why? What happened?”
I shrugged. I took a deep breath and switched into my deepest, sharpest patois.
“Americans talk too much,” I said. It may as well have been my father’s voice for how well I’d imitated it. Not that Cassie would know. I went back to my regular way of speaking. “That’s what my father told me.”
“So?” Cassie asked.
“It’s hard,” I said, “Hard to understand when you grew up here. My father, he just…” I went back into the accent. “Words! Too many words! All meaningless.”
“He made you feel bad for speaking?” Cassie asked. She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
“I don’t feel comfortable with it,” I said, “It feels fake. I’m sorry.”
“I get that,” Cassie said, “Conversation can be empty. But not all of it is hollow. And sometimes you have to work through the surface bullshit to dig into the real stuff.”
The real stuff was kind of the problem, though. “I find it hard to share myself,” I said, “Especially when I know others don’t care about what I’m saying.”
“You could talk to me,” Cassie said. And it was so warm and affectionate, it made my heart ache a little. “I care. I’d love to talk to you more. If you’ll let me.”
“OK,” I said, “I will try.”
Cassie slipped down into the pool and hugged me close. There wasn’t enough room in there for us to be any less tight together. She rested her head on my shoulder. I know it sounds simplistic, but there was something nice about holding someone my height. The ease of our togetherness. OK, maybe it was more than a size thing.
“Like, maybe we could start talking now?” Cassie asked.
I chuckled. Silence still came easier to me. I took a deep breath. There’d been a thought lodged in my mind for a while. And I realized that now was the time to spit it out.
“Your mother was right,” I said, “You do deserve more.”
Cassie stepped back. Her face twisted in hurt.
“Not because you’re hot or you have blonde hair and big boobs,” I said, “But because you’re a unique, incredible woman. Special. Anyone would be lucky to feel your love. Your true love. Even if it was only for an instant.”
Cassie hugged me tight. Then we were kissing. I don’t know how it started. Our lips came together. It was soft, warm. Not the needful, hungry smacks of before. This felt more like true fondness.
We hugged each other tight. I felt my erection press warm against her furrow. I backed Cassie into the wall behind her and we ground into each other. Cassie let out a gasp.
She spun us around, put her hands near my hips, and lifted upwards. I got her hint and slid up to the steps of the pool. My erection pointed through the shallow water, lewdly. The air now felt cold on my bare shoulders.
Cassie followed me up to the steps. Still kissing, reaching. Like she didn’t want to be parted. She lowered her cute bottom into my lap. Wrapped her legs around my waist. Cassie reached down for my dick and scooted forward.
Slipping in wasn’t easy. The wetness of the water made everything weirdly dry. Pushing forward was almost painful. But then I was ensconced in a far warmer, slicker place. We both groaned as we finally connected.
This position was so intimate. Both of us clung to each other. Neither able to really move. We didn’t slam so much as we soaked. Slowly rocked against each other. Any movement, any build, required coordinated effort. It forced us to be slow, loving.
We rutted back and forth in the pool, languid. We’d had sex before, but this was something else entirely. The little droplets of water on Cassie’s skin. Her hair darkened by the wet. The smell of chorine and Cassie’s own unique perfume.
We held onto each other tightly, like surviving a storm. My dick slid back and forth in a way that was so delicious yet frustrating. I wanted to pump her, but I couldn’t. We had to work each other through it. A sensuous struggle.
I reached between us and found Cassie’s clit. She stopped humping to help me along. I strummed at her center. Cassie’s mouth dropped open. She let out deep, halting gasps. Her hand shot down and held mine in place. Her chest flushed. Her body rose, then fell.
When I saw that she had recovered, I started to rub again. But Cassie pushed my palm away, gently.
“Too sensitive,” she said.
Instead, I used my pussy-slicked fingers to pull at her nipple. Cassie began humping up and down on my shaft. Doing her best to move despite the lack of leverage.
But desire had already taken hold. I pushed Cassie back to the hardwood deck, pulling her out of the pool.
“Oh!” she let out in shock, but she let me position her.
I shoved myself back inside of Cassie, glorifying in my new leverage. But it wasn’t to last. Those final, full strokes were all too much for me. I pumped her once. Twice. On the third push, as my cock was fully sheathed inside Cassie, my orgasm took hold of me.