She is everything I am not.
And in this instance, for the first time in my life, I wish I were more. I wish I were a different sort of man.
I wish I were the sort of man who could be with a woman like her. A woman so good and honest.
But I know what kind of man I am.
She's too good for me.
But for now, she's giving me a gift I don't deserve.
And I'd be crazy not to take it.
Our kiss seems to last forever, her hands thread through my hair and my hands hold her close to me. Her chest is pressed against mine, her nipples poking through her spandex suit, and my fingers inch under the bottoms of her swimsuit, wanting to feel the skin of her ass; wanting to feel her.
When I touch her, it seems to open her up, and suddenly we're kissing like our lives depend on it. Kissing as if we must, in order to breathe.
Kissing like we're never going to stop.
But I need more.
"I'm so fucking hot for you," I say between kisses.
She looks at me, her eyes glazed over, her lips swollen, her body piqued and primed.
"Me too, I need you too," she tells me. Her words are no longer flirtatious, no longer hinting at propositioning a stranger.
No. Now her words tell me she needs to be fucked by a man.
I set her down and pull off my shorts, setting them on the edge of the pool.
Her eyes peer down, taking me in.
The water is clear, and so are her eyes.
She likes what she sees.
"You're so big," she moans under her breath, shaking her head as she takes me in.
"Yes I am, baby. So big and so hard. My cock is going to fill you up like you always dreamt about."
I stroke myself up and down, her mouth opening at the sight of me as if it’s some primal instinct to seeing a man’s cock.
Seeing my cock.
"I took off mine, it's time for you to take off yours."
She nods, and I'm glad she's willing. I want to make sure she really wants this and that I'm not pressuring her in any way. When she reaches up and pulls down one strap of her suit, I know I'm not taking her anywhere she doesn't want to go. She pulls down the other strap, and then, with her face flushed with the newness of this moment, she pulls it down, at last exposing her breasts.
I swear to fucking God her swimsuit was doing her no favors. With her tits out she looks like a totally different woman.
A woman who is ready to be devoured.
Her tits are gorgeous, the kind of breasts that have never been touched, tits that aren't used to being kissed and caressed. Being loved.
"Damn, you're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, reaching for her nipples, unable to help myself from running my hands over her breasts. There's something about her skin that feels innocent, ready to be awakened.
She looks up at me with so much desire, with so much unfiltered want, that I help her out of the rest of her suit. I pull down the material, past her hips, until it falls to her ankles and she steps out of it, setting her suit next to mine.
That's when I get a good look at her, a good look at my virgin who stands completely naked in a pool in Miami.
Well, this cabana isn't really a public place. People respect one another here, and if you see a couple getting down, the proper thing is to keep on swimming. But this section of the pool is very private, and no one is coming back here. Not here in the shade. They want to be out in the sun on the beach, being loud, crazy, and wild.
But that isn't what I'm doing right now, this isn't wild and we aren’t drunk.
This is pure pleasure and we are both totally aware of what we are doing. I already know neither of us will have any regrets when we wake up tomorrow. We want this. We're asking for this.
I look down at her, past her belly to her pussy. I need to touch it; I need to leave my mark on her.
"You want me to touch you?" I ask, leaning in, my hand on the base of her neck and pulling her to me. I kiss her again, this time more insistent, more demanding. This time I pull her toward me and sit down on the steps, her body straddling mine as if we are in perfect harmony.
And maybe we are.
Maybe this moment had been orchestrated long before we showed up.
Maybe she's been waiting for me her whole damn life.
I run my hands over her body, over her bare back, and her velvety ass. She reaches for my cock tentatively, looking down at it while licking her lips, and she begins to stroke me up and down, my balls tightening at her touch.