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Swimming with Lindsey

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A quick swim turns into a sensual storm.

Swimming was my new pass-time

With the proceeds from my third book sale, my wife and I had installed an in-ground pool in our backyard. The book was doing reasonably well in some circles. Not well enough to buy a new house, but well enough.

After the pool was installed and the landscaping was done, my wife wanted to have a party. She invited a lot of friends, and also some of the upper crust from town that we knew.

The day of the party started off fine but rapidly turned stormy. After only a couple of hours, the guests were watching the sky and checking the radar on their phones. My asocial tendencies were kicking in, and I found myself hoping that they would leave soon.

At the first rumble of thunder, my wife suggested moving inside. She had retained a few servers for the event and had them bring the wine and food indoors. I told her that I wanted to get my laps in for the day before I joined them.

“Be careful,” she said with her hand on my arm.

“I will,” I said, kissing her lightly. “If it gets bad, I can wait in the equipment shed.”

I walked to the pool enclosure and put my glasses on a table. I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it on a chaise and got a towel from the linen closet built into the wall.

I checked the backyard and didn’t see anyone. Everyone, it seemed, had already retreated into the house. Since I was alone, I stepped behind the dressing screen and dropped my swim trunks as the first few raindrops began falling. The rain was cold on my skin.

I loved swimming nude. In the month or so since I had owned the pool, I had swum naked almost every day. In fact, earlier in the day, I had resented the presence of the others that necessitated wearing a swimsuit.

Of course, my wife’s young friend and assistant, Lindsey, had made me just a little bit thankful that I wore the suit. I couldn’t hide the excitement I felt at the site of her clad only in a modest, red bikini. She was tiny, with long, dark, curly hair and the kind of tight, fit body that drove me crazy.

I dived into the pool and began. I was just finishing my fifth lap when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone else plunging into the water, followed by another clap of thunder.

I stopped swimming and squinted into the gloom. Rain was falling for real now, and I could barely see a person doing laps in the far lane. Since I didn’t have my glasses on, and they were mostly submerged, I couldn’t tell who it was. I almost got out and put my trunks on, but decided that I should finish my laps and get out. I didn’t want to be caught in the water during a lightning storm.

I swam ten more laps. The claps of thunder were closer together now, and I was beginning to see the flashes of lightning. I swam to the side of the pool closest to the changing screen and pushed up onto the edge. I sat there for a second, watching the other swimmer.

I could make out dark hair, maybe a lot of it. I watched them turn and didn’t see swimming trunks. Either they weren’t wearing anything, or it was a small bikini. My excitement rising, I decided to wait there and see who it was. It was my pool, after all.

The rain fell harder, and the cold water felt good after the heat of the day and the hard, fast swim. My hair washed into my eyes, and I pushed it back. Lightning flashed overhead. I saw that the other swimmer had stopped and was standing in the shallow end, watching me.

“Ready to get out?” I heard a female voice cry.

“Lindsey?” I called out.

“Yes,” she shouted. The sound of the rain hitting the concrete and the water was incredibly loud. She began swimming over to me.

Right over to me. In ten seconds Lindsey was standing in front of me, her eyes level with my hardening cock. I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

“Hi,” she said, putting a hand on each of my knees.

“Hi,” I said. My cock was getting longer, and I could feel it touch the concrete and then lift up like it was looking at her.

Lindsey was close enough now that I could see her pretty clearly. She was looking right at my cock. Her nipples were just at the water line, and her pretty breasts bobbed with the motion of the waves.

“I heard you say that you were going to be swimming,” she said. “Bess told me that you liked to swim in the nude last week.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she bit her bottom lip.

“I hung around when everyone else went inside. I couldn’t believe it when you took your suit off. I decided that I had to join you,” she said.

“I’m glad that you did,” I said, my cock now at full attention.

Lindsey leaned over and kissed the underside of the head, the frenulum where it was most sensitive. I caught my breath and sighed as she licked me, took hold and guided the head into her mouth. She applied gentle suction and I threw back my head, the rain splashing down on my face and I roared with the thunder.

Lindsey looked up and me, her eyes smiling, her lovely hair slicked back away from her face.

“You like that?” she asked.

I leaned down and took her head in my hands and kissed her. She tasted of chlorine and fresh strawberries. I devoured her mouth as I slid my hands under her arms and lifted her from the pool. She moaned and raised her legs as I sat her on my lap.

Wrapping her legs around my body, she pressed her pussy against the bottom of my cock, rocking it up and down and rendering me incapable of either speech or thought. I kissed my way down her neck to her shoulders. I nibbled her collar bones, and it was her turn to throw her head back as she thrust her pussy into my cock even harder.

Lightning flashed, and thunder rocked us almost instantly.

It must have hit the big sycamore in the center of the woods behind us, I thought.

Lindsey jumped and clutched my neck, screaming, and lining up the mouth of her pussy with the head of my cock. We both called out as she slid down onto me, enveloping me fully in one motion.

“Oh!” she called out. “Oh god!”

Over and over she cried as I held onto her. I lifted and she assisted with her legs placed beside my hips. I thrust her down harder and harder, loving the sound of her voice as she cried out in ecstasy.

“Hang on,” I said. “Lind, hang on!”

“What?” she said, pulling back, shock on her face that I was interrupting her.

“We’re too close to the water,” I said. My feet were actually still in the pool. “Let’s get on a chaise.”

There was no way to do it without separating, so she stood up and laid down on the nearest chair. I followed and knelt between her thighs, tasting her sweet pussy, hearing her squeal in delight as I sucked her lips into my mouth while the rain pelted my back.

“Oh, Greg,” she called out to me. “Oh, come up here!”

I slid up her body, the rain still pounding us both and entered her once again. She cried out her passion as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my head down to kiss me.

Sliding into her was excruciating and beautiful. Thunder rolled around us as I began thrusting, our cries drowned by the sound of the elements.

I looked deeply into the young woman’s eyes as I thrust into her over and over. The passion and lust that filled her gaze were intoxicating. Our senses were overwhelmed by each other and the storm that swirled around us, in a perfect cataclysm of sensation.

Finally, Lindsey reached up and took my face again, pulling me down to kiss her as she cried out her orgasm. I was right behind her, filling her and bellowing with the thunder. The ground shuddered with us as we climaxed together.

Finally, depleted, I sank down next to the lovely young woman. She held me and continued moaning and cooing in my ear. We shared endearments, and soft words as the lightning and thunder moved on. A gentle rain fell, washing us as we lay there together.

I sat up, wondering what I would say to my wife and guests. Lindsey sat up with me, so sexy that I felt my cock begin filling again. She kissed me with unrestrained intensity.

“Thank you so much,” she said. “That was one for the scrapbook.”

I laughed, and we got dressed and headed to the house.

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