My mouth latches onto her right breast, my tongue swirling around the hard nub there. Then, I pull off with an audible pop before turning to her left tit and suckling that gorgeous tip as well. Her nipples are like pebbles and she purrs with pleasure while cradling my head with her hands. But then I pull off, and the woman mewls with disappointment.
“Sorry sweetheart,” I growl. “Tonight’s not the night. But here’s a tip for your trouble,” I add before stashing a hundred dollar bill into the string tie of her bikini bottoms. Appeased, she smiles again and walks away, fluttering her fingers at me.
“Well, just let me know if you want more,” she coos. “My name’s Amber.”
I nod, watching her big ass as it sashays, but I know I won’t be calling her over again. After all, I don’t really need free womanflesh. Of course, I’m a member of Sanctum just like all the other men here, but while most of them joined in order to gain easy access to a wide array of women who are willing and gorgeous, that wasn’t my purpose.
Really, I’m not even sure why I joined to be honest. After all, women throw themselves at me right and left, so finding a sweet female isn’t exactly my issue. But at the same time, I figured why not? Call it peer pressure, if you will. A lot of rich dudes around the city have Sanctum memberships, and management is known to be selective. You can’t just have a bulging bank account. You also need to be reasonably good-looking, with a stellar reputation too. Criminal records and time spent engaged in Ponzi schemes isn’t their thing. As a result, not all men survive the vetting process, and a membership at Sanctum is a prestige thing to some.
I sigh, a bit bored. I’m here to check out the new pool renovation, and of course, management has done a great job. But is it so different from the clubs I’ve been to in Ibiza or Majorca? No, it’s about the same. As a result, I’m not that interested. It takes a lot to impress me these days because I’ve seen a lot, and lived a life of luxury ever since I got my business off the ground. Let’s just say the pool set-up is excellent for New York, but it's difficult to top the best of the best at a world-wide level.
But then, my eyes catch on a gorgeous girl walking to the edge of the pool, and I do a slight double-take. Holy fuck, she’s spectacular with those heaving curves and brown curly hair. Even more, the woman is wearing the tiniest red bikini that’s so small that it’s barely even there, but hey, at least she’s wearing one because a lot of the other women here are completely nude, letting their slick curves do the talking for them. In fact, a few loungers over, there are a few girls giggling while pulling their pussy lips open to show off their glossy pink interiors, in case that attracts any of the billionaires.
But somehow, the clothing makes this mystery brunette all the more alluring. Her huge double D breasts spill out of the tiny top because really, only her nips are covered by the material. In fact, the fabric is so thin that I can see them poking out from behind the thin cloth. But it’s not just those gorgeous jugs. The brunette’s waist is slim, her hips are wide, and her stomach soft-looking, just the way I like it. Nothing turns me off than hard-bodied women who look like they just came out of a Jane Fonda work-out video. I find those bodies neither feminine nor sensuous, and I can’t understand why anyone would want to have abs or buns of steel. That’s for men, and not for the women in my bed.
Plus, the brunette’s features are gorgeous. Big brown eyes look around innocently, as if she doesn’t see the debauchery around her. A mess of wild curls frame her face perfectly, and her cheeks are full and round, those lips plump and pink. They’d look perfect wrapped around my length, come to think of it, and my shaft jerks with anticipation.
But then, she bends to step into the water, that big ass rising a bit, and I let out an audible groan. Oh fuck. The fabric of her bikini bottoms is tucked between her cheeks so that her whole ass is exposed save for a stripe of red covering her anus. She hesitates for a moment, and then slowly submerges that ripe body.
Holy shit. I’ve never wanted to get my hands on a woman so badly in my life before. My cock twitches as she grips the pool edge, making her way to a deeper area. Hmm, she’s clinging quite tight to the tile, it looks like. Does this girl know how to swim?
But even as that thought crosses my mind, the answer is apparent because the beautiful brunette loses her grip on the edge, and I see a look of frozen horror on those pretty features before her head submerges. Is she okay? I stand to look but it’s hard to tell because of the rippling of the waves, and because she’s totally underwater. Maybe she’s just having a private tea party with her arms and legs swaying back and forth?
But then, the brunette surfaces for a moment, her expression horrified. She opens her mouth as if she’s going to scream but her head disappears under the water again before any sound can come out.
Oh shit. She’s definitely in trouble. No one around us notices because they’re too busy getting it on, but I jump out of my lounge chair and start running to the pool. Oh shit, oh shit. The gorgeous brunette is drowning, and I’m the only man who can save her.
4
PETUNIA
Ican’t think. I can’t function. Sheer panic has overtaken my form and I’m thrashing about underwater, but my limbs feel heavy and nothing is computing.Am I going to die? Is this how it ends?
I try to scream again, but all that comes out is a mouthful of bubbles. Time is running out and my movements are becoming weaker and less vigorous. My limbs now feel heavy as well as light, and honestly, I am starting to think that now is a good time for me to start making peace with the fact that these may be my last moments on Earth.
Bye Mom, bye Dad, I think blearily.I love you and I’m sorry it had to end like this. Bye Rover. I love you all.
But just when I’ve given myself over to the light, something strong and secure fastens itself around my torso. It takes a few moments for me to realize what’s going on, but within a matter of seconds, I’m being hauled up forcefully and my head breaks the waterline as I cough and sputter, practically crying with exhaustion and relief.
My lungs burn as I gasp for air. Heaving gushes of fluid spew from my mouth as I lean over, blinking and crying at once. Everything is blurry for a few moments, and honestly, I’ve completely forgotten where I am. But then the arm around me tightens and a deep voice sounds in my ear.
“Relax, sweetheart,” the bass thrums, instantly making me feel better. “You’re going to be fine.”
I hack and cough a few more times as my savior raises a hand in the air to the surrounding crowd.
“It’s fine, everybody, nothing to worry about. We’re fine, she’ll be fine,” he speaks in a commanding baritone. The people surrounding us murmur for a bit, but soon enough, they’ve gone back to their shenanigans seeing that I’m clearly going to be okay. That’s when my savior begins rubbing my back and even clapping me on the shoulders a few times.
“You’re okay, sweetheart. You’ve had a shock but I won’t let that happen to you again.”
I nod even as his deep voice sends shivers down my spine. Who is this man? Unfortunately, I can’t even turn to look because he has me pinned securely against his massive form. Besides, I’m still gasping and coughing as my eyes smart from tears.
When I can finally breathe again, I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. Holy shit. I nearly died because I decided to get into a pool without knowing how to swim. I guess I figured I’d be okay because the deepest part of the water is only four feet, but it seems that it’s possible to drown from sheer panic alone. Don’t kids sometimes drown in three inches of water? Well, I’m not a kid but I certainly just went through a scary experience.
I twist a bit to thank my savior, but he holds me firm.
“You alright, sweetheart?”
I nod.