by Smutwriter
Copyright October 2010
Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed was
beckoning.
The gentle knock at her apartment door was an
unwelcome interruption. She peeped through the little
spyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A little
reluctantly, she opened the door.
"What d'you say to a midnight swim?" he whispered.
"Pool doesn't open till next week."
"I've got a key," he grinned and brandished a large
bunch.
"I've no suit," she was too tired for this.
"Skinny dip," he shrugged, "if you don't wear yours, I
won't wear mine."
His mood caught her and she felt herself yielding. She
sighed and he smiled his smile. He really was a
persuasive man, "Wait, let me find a towel."
Celia went to the bedroom, suddenly eager to go with
him. She rummaged in a drawer, looking through her
underwear, amazed she had no swimsuit. Her eye caught
a flash of bright green. No, she daren't! She drew out
the teddy and held it at arm's length.
When she emerged from the bedroom Stephan grinned at
her and pointed to the terry robe, "Are you ...?"
"Just wait and see," she said and scooped up her keys,
"let's go."
They rode the elevator down to basement level and
stepped out. Stephan led the way. Unlocking the door
he gestured her inside. The smells of chlorine and
fresh paint hit her. The lights came on, the pool was
filled. Stephan turned out all the lights but the
underwater ones. Celia gave a little squeal of
delight, it looked so pretty like that.
"Beer? Can't skinny dip without beer," Stephan took
two bottles out of the bag and twisted off the tops.
He handed her one.
"Want to sit a while?" he gestured towards an alcove
with benches on two sides. A shower spray hung on the
third wall. She sat and took a swallow of her beer and
shivered. Stephan disappeared, four heat lamps came on
overhead, warmth flooded over her. He came back,
"There, that better?"
"Answers for everything, haven't you?"
Stephan grinned at her, "No, not quite, I don't know
what's under the robe."
"Mostly Celia," she said making no move to show him.
She sipped the beer. The radiance from the lamps was
relaxing her. She rested her head against the wall and
closed her eyes.
"I think you should let me see what you're wearing for
our swim," she suggested.
He removed his shoes and socks while Celia drank the
last of her beer. She was getting a gentle buzz and
heard herself giggle, "More."
He paused with his shirt over his head, "More beer or
more Stephan?"
"Oh, more both."
"Well, I brought a six-pack and ... " he pulled off
the shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.
Celia picked it up and pressed her face into the
cloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed in
his scent, felt his body heat. She looked up at him,
his arms, his shoulders and felt an awful yearning.
Reaching into the bag for another beer she chanted,
"More beer, more Stephan, more beer, more Stephan."
He slid down his zipper and Celia tipped the bottle
and gulped. Midnight swims were suddenly a wonderful
idea.
When Stephan's pants slid to the floor she gazed
hungrily at the bulge in the front of his tiny white
briefs. "Ooh, lots of Stephan," she said and actually
hiccoughed. To herself she said 'Celia, you are little
bit drunk.'
She got to her feet, "Well, fair's fair, hold this,"
she handed him her bottle and unbelted the robe. She
shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide to the
tiles.
His sharp intake of breath said it all. His mouth
actually stayed open for long seconds. "Oh my!" was
all he managed.
Her glance in the bedroom mirror had almost made her
change her mind. Now she was glad she hadn't. The
teddy concealed very little of Celia. His reaction was
a most wonderful thing to see and hear.
Little wonder he gaped. Celia glanced down, her heavy
breasts were all she could see of herself. They looked
beautifully big, she thought. Resting in the cups of
the teddy, they gave her a splendid cleavage. She
wanted to shake her shoulders and jiggle her breasts
for Stephan. But she knew they'd simply fall out if
she did.
She watched, delighted, as Stephan's eyes roamed up
and down her. The crotch of the teddy was hauled tight
into her pussy, she could feel its insistent presence.
She turned slowly, showing him her ass. It was big and
beautiful, she knew. She reached a hand back, "Oh my!"
she murmured and giggled. The fabric covered her not
at all, it had worked deep between her cheeks.
She turned to face him. "Oh my!," she exclaimed again
at the sight. His erection formed an impressive ridge
up the front of his briefs, "that's very flattering."
"Have you any idea how beautiful, how sexy you look?"
he asked her.
She squirmed under his gaze, she felt sexy and
beautiful. Celia sucked air in through her teeth as a
spasm caught her somewhere below her belly button. Her
thighs tensed and she pressed her knees together in
the classic female pose. A sudden need. "Dear God,
this sexy, beautiful woman needs a pee."
She remembered another time, a week ago. They'd been a
little drunk then and had told each other their
favourite fantasies. She thought now of his.
"Lie down Stephan," she told him, "here on the tiles."
At Celia's urging, Stephan lay on his back. The tiles
were pleasantly warm. Heat from the lamps bathed him.
He closed his eyes against the glare and waited.
She moved to stand over him, he could feel her ankles
against his thighs. His cock was splendidly erect
inside the briefs. It had to be after she'd dropped
the robe. The warmth, her closeness, he knew something
beautiful was about to happen.
He felt her move and opened squinting eyes.