(MF, cons, rom, oral)
by bytesexual
This story contains sexually explicit material. If you are not of the legal age to read this, or this type of literature offends you, please do not read it.
This story is copyright 2003 by its author.
I stared down the road and watched the bus as it pulled into several stops before it reached ours. As I did, I gently stroked my girlfriend's back. We ascended the stairs of the bus. I deposited 6 quarters into the cash box, paying the fare for both of us; I had told her to bring no money with her.
I directed her to sit down at a window seat, and I sat in the aisle seat next to her. I put one hand on her back, and the other hand on the back of her head. I turned her head toward me, and kissed her lips. The combination of kissing and a backrub made the trip go quickly.
I paid the admission fee as we entered the swimming pool area. I led her toward some empty chairs next to the pool. I untied her shoes, then peeled her shoes and socks off, caressing her feet and tickling her toes just after removing her socks.
I then motioned her to remove my shoes and socks in a similar fashion. I removed her shirt and shorts, exposing her black two-piece swimsuit. I motioned her to get into the pool, removed my shirt, and stuffed everything into my backpack.
After I put my backpack in a locker in the men's locker room, I watched her beautiful body swim a few laps. Then I got into the pool, and after a bit, I found her resting at the deep end. I poked her arm with my finger and then immediately swam off for another lap.
I finished my next lap before she finished hers. As she reached the end of the pool, I grabbed her hand. I led her hand to the ledge, then set her other hand on top of it, finally placing my left hand atop her hands. I reached around behind her, traced the fabric of her swimsuit with my finger from the center of her back to the edge, and then started another lap.
After the next lap, I the same thing with her hands, but this time, I continued tracing the bikini strap until I gently touched her the edge of her breast, then swam off.
After the following lap, I kissed her cheek, then swam off again.
After the next lap, I repeated the routine with my hand holding her hands on the ledge, slowly tracing her bikini strap starting at the center of her back. When my finger got to her side, I withdrew it, looking into her eyes. She looked back at me, wondering what would come next. I poked her side, with a mysterious look in my eyes. I poked her side again. Then I swam off.
When we next met at the deep end, I again traced the bikini strap from the center of her back to her side. When I got to the side, I moved my finger away, then poked her, then traced from the side to the edge of her breast, and then traced along the edge of her breast in a complete circle, then swam off.
After several laps and intermissions of flirting, we became tired. While she did one last lap, I went to the locker room to change clothes and collect our stuff.
She climbed out of the pool, and walked over to the lawn chair where I was standing with a large, dry towel. I wrapped the towel around her body, rubbing various parts of her body to help the towel absorb the water. I started with her back, then moved down to her legs, and then her chest.
After another minute of drying off, I handed her a shopping bag, which I had packed before we'd left home. She went into the locker room and changed, bringing me a towel surrounding her bathing suit, which I placed in my backpack. I had her sit down on a chair so that I could put her socks and shoes back on.
We took the bus home. When we got home, we headed towards the shower to get rid of all the icky chlorine. I grabbed her shirt at the waist as she raised her hands into the air, and my hands brushed against her breasts as I lifted the shirt off. Then I let her pull my shirt off.
We finished stripping each other, and got into the shower. I adjusted the water temperature to be a warm temperature that was just right, and let the water run down my back for a minute. It felt wonderful. Then I rotated myself to get fresh water onto all of my body, and then let her run the bar of soap across my left arm, then my right arm. Then she ran the bar across my left side, then my chest, then the right side. Then she ran the bar of soap across my back.
I decided it was time for me to wash her torso. I put my hands on her shoulders, and guided her as we traded places. I washed her left arm, then her right. I washed her sides. I washed her back. I washed the skin above her breasts, letting the bar soap rub the edges of her breasts. My cock started to be a bit less soft. I slowly continued washing the rest of her breasts, striving to make sure I didn't miss any spots, and then repeating, just to be sure. Then I washed her belly.
We traded places again, and she took her time washing my scrotum. And then my cock. And then I turned around to rinse the soap off, and then she started licking my cock.
She started with a brief lick, and then moved back a foot, and looked at me for about ten seconds with lust in her eyes. She then took my cock partway into her mouth, and licked somewhat more continuously. Shortly before I came, she took it all the way into her mouth.
After I recovered, she started washing my cock again, and then the rest of my body. Then we traded places, and I washed the rest of her.
We got out of the shower, and I dried myself off. Then I dried her off, paying special attention to making sure that I got her breasts and butt cheeks completely dry.
We got dressed. I took her hand, and we went for a walk.
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