Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Swim

Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Swim

She was already floating on her back, soaking up the sunshine of the hot August day. Her light purple bathing suit was slightly darker in the water. As I walked through the grass, I tried to control my excitement at the view of her slender body in the water. Her short blonde hair was scattered over her forehead, her arms moving in the water as if she were flying. The halter top of her bathing suit was loosely tied around her neck, and I could see the water easily flowing between the triangle material and her round breasts. Her stomach rose and fell with every breath she took, and her smooth legs slowly scissored to keep her afloat. She didn’t open her eyes when I opened the gate, but she smiled, acknowledging my presence.

I dove into the crisp water of my pool and swam towards her. I slid my arms under her legs and her back, and pulled her closer to my body. “Baby, you look beautiful,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the sunlight. She smiled at me shaking her head, and lifted her head to kiss me. I lowered my lips to hers, taking in the smell of the chlorine and her sun tan lotion. I felt my stomach flip and warmth grow between my legs as her tongue slipped effortlessly between my lips. I tasted her mouth, sweet from the wine propped up in the cooler nearby.

I opened my eyes as the kiss ended, and stared into her eyes sparkling in the sun, with residual mascara intensifying the stare she gave me. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she said as she rolled away from me.

“Me too,” I said with a breath as I pushed off to swim to the far end of the pool. “Work was so busy I thought my feet were going to fall off.”

She looked over at me with a sympathetic smile and said, “Well, vacation starts now, so relax yourself.” I grinned as I remembered that I didn’t have to be at work for another 10 days.

I slipped under the water and began swimming a few laps to stretch my muscles that had been over worked that day. She lifted herself into a raft and closed her eyes. I glanced at her body when I passed, noticing the breeze had hardened her nipples despite the warmth of the air. The warmth between my legs was intensifying, and even though my body was wet in the pool, I could feel this distinct wetness flowing with ease.

I could talk to her about anything. I could talk to her about nothing. I could stare at her for hours, not say a word, and still communicate. And yet, in the most casual of situations, her breath against my ear during a movie, her hair brushing my neck during a nap, the slightest peak at a nipple in the pool… these things created a flood of passion and a throbbing between my legs that I couldn’t control.

She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed. She was smiling slightly. I wondered what she might have been day dreaming about as I made my way to the side of the pool. I propped my arms on the warm tiles and rested my head on my arms. My body floated effortlessly in the water, and I let my mind clear in the happiness of being with her for the next 10 days with no work or responsibility. I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the birds drift in as I dozed off.

I woke up to her hands rising slowly up my back, untying the back of my rainbowed animal print swimsuit. She worked her way up to the tie around my neck and I felt her mouth on my shoulders as her hands released the material from my breasts. Her hands slid down my sides and up over my arms. The chill of the water over my warm skin sent a chill over me and I felt my nipples harden. Her breasts pressed into my back, and I felt that her nipples were hard as well. I tilted my head, silently begging her mouth to the curve just above my shoulder. She obliged, and I felt her teeth graze my skin in a gentle bite.

I took a sharp breath in as her lips made their way up my neck, behind my ear, and pausing to suck softly on my ear lobe. I let my body relax against her as she tightened her left arm around my chest. My nipples were on high alert as her skin slid over them. Her right arm caressed my stomach and hips as she kissed & sucked softly on my shoulders and neck. She pressed her body harder to mine. I could feel her heart beat increasing with mine. Her hand slid over the front of my thighs and my clit throbbed as she moved closer to it.

She successfully touched every inch of my body before I felt her hand slide into the skort that was the bottom piece of my bathing suit. I felt her finger between the lips of my pussy, and I heard her sigh with satisfaction at how wet she made me. “I want you.” She whispered against my ear and I felt another chill. Her fingers circled my clit but did not touch it. My body ached for her to touch my clit, to feel the pressure of her fingers bringing me to an incredible orgasm. She took her time though. Her fingers occasionally touched the metal barbell that was pierced through my clitoral hood. When I felt the metal press into my clit I thought I would orgasm right then and there.

“I want to taste you. I want to see your beautiful face while I lick your clit.” Her words were like fire.

I spun around and pressed my lips to hers with a force of passion. She responded likewise, and her tongue swirled around mine. She pushed my skort over my hips in one swift motion, pressing her thigh in between my legs. My hands roamed her back untying the strings around her neck, and unclasping the hook around her back. I pushed the bathing suit away, and took both of her breasts into my hands, massaging them softly, and flicking both her nipples. She leaned her head back with a soft sigh.

I took advantage of her distraction and began kissing her shoulders, up to her ears, finally returning to her lips. Her hands made their way through my tangled hair and I couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure that made its way up my throat. She smiled at me and pulled me towards the steps of the pool. We embraced again, our breasts touching, gently massaging one another as we moved together.

She gently guided me to the steps and sat me on the top step. My legs and hips still covered by the water, she crawled up the steps between them to kiss my lips. Her mouth trailed slowly, and I felt her tongue against the skin of my neck, chest, and then around my nipple. Her hand squeezed as her tongue flickered and circled my right nipple, and then my left. Her mouth massaged my skin as she kissed slower, lingering longer in each place, moving down my stomach to my belly button. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes as she pushed my knees further apart. I pulled myself out of the water, and she moved up another step.

Her hands explored my thighs, spreading my pink lips to her liking. I let out a sigh as I relaxed back onto my elbows at the same time her tongue flicked my clit. My hips pushed against her and I gasped. She slowly licked up one side of my wet pussy, and down the other. I could feel her breath, hot and heavy, and I wanted her mouth on my clit more than anything.

She took her time making her way back to my clit, and began to lick soft circles around the throbbing pulse of my body. My breathing was shallow and fast, and her tongue moved in rhythm with every breath I took. My moans became louder and uncontrollable as she pushed a finger inside me. I moved in motion with her hand as her finger gently massaged inside me. Her tongue still circled my clit firmly, occasionally flickering in a different direction.

I lay back all the way, pushing my hips closer to her mouth. My fingers made their way through her short hair, urging her closer to me. I was moaning louder now; short breathy gasps of pleasure told her I was close to the peak of passion she was pushing me towards. My pelvic muscles clenched at her finger as waves of pleasure erupted throughout my body. Fluid released into her hand and I squealed in pleasure. Her tongue flicked my clit with increased intensity, and another orgasm pulsed through my body.

She slowly moved her hands up my body, massaging my skin on the way. I shook uncontrollably as the nerves in my body fired again and again. As my body grew still, she leaned down over me. Our hands intertwined, and she softly kissed my lips.

I smiled up at her, unable to speak, but telling her with my eyes that I was amazed. She pulled me to a sitting position, gently rubbing my back where I’d been on the concrete. I kissed her cheek, and sighed softly in her ear, resting my head on her shoulder.

“Satisfied?” She asked me, still caressing my skin.

“Not until you are,” I said, sliding my hand between her legs. She flinched and gasped. I pulled her closer, hugging her with every ounce of energy I could muster. “Come shower with me,” I said softly.

She grinned at me, and stood up, pulling me with her. We walked hand in hand through the grass, me completely naked, and her just in her bathing suit bottoms, leaving the remnants of our passionate swim in the pool for later retrieval.

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