Poolside

Poolside. That’s where I spend my time when not at work. I love the smell of chlorinated water and sunscreen in the air. I love the feel of the sun warming my skin turning it deep brown. The sound of water lapping at the sides of the pool when it moves and even the sound of the breeze that occasionally rattles the leaves of trees that shade the corners of the park gives my mind and body peace. I put on my heavy-rimmed, black lensed shades and I drift away, letting the day and worries melt into my skin.

As this summer waned, so did the crowds at the pool at my condo complex. It had become quieter, for sure. That is until the newest owners in our complex moved in. Two men. Gorgeous men. The type of men that made me tighten my stomach when they walked by and push my tits just a little further up to draw their eyes. They were stereotypically fit with their muscled abs and their brutally white smiles. Despite their eyes almost always being covered in sunglasses, I caught them continually staring at me. They never really talked to me. They just flashed their brilliant teeth and watched me; their curious eyes hidden behind blackened windows.

Several days went by and I found myself hurrying to the pool faster each day, hoping to not miss these water-gods. And they never failed me. They showed up almost immediately upon me getting to the pool. It was almost as if they had been watching for me and, when I arrived, they made their way down to me. Surely it was all in my head, but it was possible, I thought. After all, my two-piece fit perfectly on me. My top was held together with thin strings and tiny triangles of wetsuit cloth covering my nipples, but not much else. They did not have to guess too much about the roundness of my firm breasts. To make sure that they saw my tight ass, barely covered by the swim bottoms, I stood often to adjust my towel every time they miraculously appeared by the pool. Every…single…time. This most recent time, I made sure I bent extra far over when adjusting my towel and spread my legs just far enough apart that they could get a really good look. I didn’t know what to expect, not really. I just was hoping to keep getting their attention. I liked the attention. I mean my masturbation sessions about them when I got back inside my condo had given me some ideas of what I wanted, but reality? Never.

This day, however, was different. As I settled back down onto my towel covering the lounge chair, I realized that the one with the deep dimples and sun-kissed brown hair was standing across the pool from me, unable to hide the growth in his swim shorts. He smiled directly at me. His cock stood firm in his shorts, pointing directly at me, like a compass points north. I froze but was immediately aroused by the possibility that my show had finally turned him on so much. My stomach tightened and I pushed my chest forward, as was my norm. But knowing he was so aroused made my pussy hot and wet. I had to press my knees together to fight the immense rush of excitement touching every nerve I had between my thighs. I realized that my mouth was hanging open and quickly closed it, trying not to show my stunned excitement.

“Dimples,” as I had started calling him in my mind, picked up his towel that had been resting by the pool. He held it up to make sure I saw it, like a bullfighter waving a red cape at a bull. I was a little confused, but he kept holding it up and looking at me to make sure I was watching. I nodded so that he knew I would watch. My eyes followed him, and the towel, as they navigated the edge of the pool. Once he reached the most hidden corner of the pool, he stopped at the pool shed that held all the cleaning supplies. The shed was hidden, surrounded by trees. It was tucked away and impenetrable for anyone who might be looking out their condo window towards the pool. The trees hid any viewers from the street near the complex. Dimples put the towel on a lounge chair near the pool shed, smiled, and stood there. Suddenly the other man appeared from behind the shed. He proceeded to drag the chair into hiding. Dimples stood there and smiled at me while his friend disappeared with the towel and chair. I felt my throat tighten and my stomach went into knots. He didn’t have to shout it or write it down for me. Clearly, I was being invited to join them.

It wasn’t like I lacked desire. I think I froze just as any person would when such an obvious opportunity presents itself. All those damn voices in your head act up and try to persuade you to not follow your basic human need and desire to enjoy the moment, to fuck, not one, but two incredibly handsome men. My heart beat heavy in my chest. My mind slowed time and somehow my jittery legs started to move without my control. Each foot slid inside a sandal. I heard myself say are you crazy?! This is crazy! Oh my god, this must be a dream! A fantasy come true! And I think I said this about a million times before I finally made it the length of the pool to the shed. I was almost like a zombie, shuffling my way towards them. I was shaking at this point. Nerves were shelling every part of my body making me nearly convulse with anxiousness, with excitement.

Dimples reached out and gathered my hand into his. His hand wasn’t rough to the touch, but it wasn’t butter-soft either. And clearly his cock was not soft either. It pressed his shorts so far out in front that I was almost embarrassed for him, even though he clearly wasn’t embarrassed at all. In fact, his confidence continued to draw me closer. He pulled me towards him, and he guided me with his opposing hand in the small of my back. I walked in front of him to the completely hidden area behind the shed where the other man, with tattoos down both of his shoulders, was waiting. His face was alight with an equally brilliant, confident smile. His cock too was erect and pressing the limits of his shorts. Dimples guided me to the horizontal lounge chair that was covered with his towel. He helped me onto it, my back on the towel. I kicked off my sandals while he stretched my knees apart. I pressed my feet on the warm concrete and breathed in the smell of chlorinated water, sunscreen, and the cologne drifting from Tattoos, who stood over my head, his shorts pushed dangerously far from his hips. I trembled and moaned responsively with the feel of Dimples’ tongue on the inside of my thigh. I felt my pussy come fully alive and I woke from my zombie-state, hungry. I lurched and grabbed the back of his head urging him forward. He resisted but slowly moved up my thigh, until he was close to my swimsuit covered pussy, before moving to my other thigh and slowly working his way down it as well. I felt my hips move up, begging him to not stop. “Tattoos” bent over and slowly untied the strings on each hip of the lower part of my swimsuit. They moved as if they had planned every move, every step. I smiled hoping that they had thought of everything, and I trembled when wondering if they had indeed thought of everything.

Tattoos’ hands lightly rolled up my stomach to my breasts, making every inch of my skin under his palm rise to meet him. He helped me sit up so he could untie my top. Successful, he gently laid me back down. I let go of Dimples’ head and reached up to Tattoos’ shorts. I tugged and they gave some. He helped me pull them down. He leaned forward in the most awkward angle so that his hands were on the side of the chair and his hips were just above my face allowing his thick cock to land perfectly against my waiting lips. I heard him moan as I let him sink his cock into my throat. I thought he was going to cum when I moaned, vibrating the entirety of his cock with my throat, at the feel of Dimples’ tongue flicking along the sides of my swim bottoms.

Dimples finally used his fingers to pull my swim bottoms free, exposing my pussy. Dimples thrust his tongue inside my pussy and flicked upward, catching my clit along the way. My moan was all that he needed to know for him to keep going. And his strong tongue wagged against my clit at hummingbird speed sending wave after wave of shocks inside of my body. I tried to stop myself from pushing my feet against the concrete and thrusting my hips to hump at his face while he tongue-fucked me, but It was useless. I bucked while his tongue lashed my clit. He occasionally dropped his tongue down to flick inside my pussy. My body was uncontrolled with desire.

Tattoos’ cock started fucking my throat when my humming got more intense, seeming to sense that I was going to cum soon. His salty pre cum coated my tongue and I reached around and grabbed his tight ass cheeks, forcing him to keep his cock inside my mouth. With no genuine signal from my body, I felt my orgasm explode inside of me. Had Tattoos’ cock not been buried deep in my throat, I would have screamed so loud that someone surely would’ve come to see what had just happened. I felt Dimples’ tongue hold tight against my clit while the fire raged inside of me, shaking my stomach, making legs quiver from the tightness in my flexing muscles. I was pressing so hard against Dimples’ face that I’m not sure how he didn’t suffocate. But he didn’t. And as soon as he felt the tension release and my orgasm subside, he released his mouth and my weakened thighs loosened their grip on the side of his head.

As if choreographed, Tattoos pulled his cock free of my mouth and helped me sit up while Dimples helped me stand and move to my knees. My face was now looking at Dimples’ enormous cock, which he had freed from its swim shorts while my mind was distracted. On my knees, I felt the give of the chair but pressed against the bars framing the chair so as not to push through. Still, my knees were wide enough for Tattoos to slide his cock into my thigh gap, and without need for permission, his cock filled my pussy. I grabbed the bars at the top of the chair frame and bit my lower lip with the immediate eruption of an orgasm shaking inside of me. I heard myself moan fuck yes! Then Tattoos pulled back and thrust inside my climaxing pussy. I continued to cum while he fucked me, his hands tightening around my waist. I suspected he might already be close, but he had enough stamina, at that point, to just push his cock in and out of my pussy, non-stop, letting me cum all over it. Dimples’ massive cock touched my lips. And even though I was having trouble giving it any attention because of the endless orgasm I was experiencing; I found a way to swallow most of it. I soon realized I was never going to be able to take all of it. I absently stroked his cock while I let him fuck my soft mouth. It wasn’t long before that salty liquid was escaping from him too.  

There was a sudden pause behind me. Tattoos had stopped. He moaned fuck! Then he pumped a few more times. Stopped. Fuck!  This time more urgently. My orgasm had slowed but every time he thrust little tremors shot through me. He pumped several more times. Stopped. Then went again. I tightened my pussy around his cock the next time he pumped. He kept thrusting and repeated fuck over and over until finally, I felt him pull free of my squeezing pussy. His hot cum fell in waves on the tattoo located on the small of my back. I pressed my ass against his balls and thighs while he came. Dimples fucked my mouth faster when his buddy came. I used both hands and wrapped around his thick shaft right next to my lips, giving him a full sensation. He grabbed the back of my hair and I let him fuck my mouth fast. “No!” he said, “I need to fuck you!” It was the first time I had ever heard him speak. His voice was thick with a foreign accent, which only turned me on more.

Dimples flipped me around, not as gently this time as he had when he helped me lay on the chair. There was an urgent need in the way he moved and handled me. He had to have me. His body could not wait any longer. I felt an urgency to feel him too. I wanted to feel that large cock inside me. I wanted to hear him cum. I wanted to smell his cologne and body while he fucked me. He lifted my legs at the ankles, spread them far apart, and then proceeded to spread my pussy wider than it had ever been stretched before. I felt another explosion inside. An orgasm tore through me so hard that no words or sound escaped. I’m not sure I was breathing. Tears rolled from my eyes. My fingers clawed into Tattoos’ legs, who had the misfortune of being too close to me when Dimples sent me into ecstasy. Dimples thrust only a short while before I heard him groan, felt his hands tighten on my ankles, and the pulse of his cock inside me. I came impossibly harder than I had when Tattoos was fucking me. Dimples’ orgasm was loud. I wondered if anyone had heard us.

I lay there on the lounge chair utterly defeated, shaking. My body had no control. My mind was floating, dizzily exploring the world from a third-person view. An out of body experience if you will. Both men were panting, also weakened, and satisfied. They helped me up and got me dressed. We did not even talk. This moment was not about conversation. No. This moment was all about release and pleasure. It was about the rawness of desire. The only thing we did discuss was that, if we were ever alone again at the pool, that we would slide a lounge chair behind the shed again. Thankfully fall progressed and people no longer came to the pool. Me, Dimples, and Tattoos, however, were there nearly every single night.