Poolside Muse

The humid air in the private massage studio clung to my skin like a lover’s breath as I watched Lena step out of the adjoining pool room. Water streamed down her toned body, her bikini top barely containing those full, glistening tits. She was supposed to be my model for the afternoon session, but the second her eyes locked on mine, raw desire crackled between us.

“Marcus, you said you wanted something… uninhibited,” Lena purred, towel slipping from her shoulders. The studio overlooked the private infinity pool, sunlight dancing off the water and across her wet curves. She was thirty-two, a confident artist herself who had agreed to pose for my new series. I was the painter, but right now all I could think about was how her hard nipples poked against the thin fabric.

“Yeah, uninhibited is exactly what I need,” I said, voice already rough. My cock twitched inside my shorts as she walked closer, hips swaying. The massage table stood ready in the center of the room, oils lined up beside it. “But I didn’t expect you to come straight from the pool like this.”

Lena smiled, wicked and slow. “Thought the water would give you the right light. Besides…” She reached back and untied her bikini top, letting it drop to the floor. Her heavy breasts bounced free, nipples dark and tight. “I’m already wet. Might as well stay that way.”

My brush clattered onto the easel. Fuck the painting. I closed the distance in two strides, hands sliding over her slick waist, pulling her against me. Her mouth crashed into mine, tongue hot and demanding. She tasted like chlorine and pure lust.

“God, I’ve wanted your hands on me since the first sketch,” she gasped between kisses, grinding her mound against the hard ridge of my cock. “Don’t be gentle, Marcus. I want to feel you.”

I spun her around and bent her over the massage table, yanking her bikini bottoms down her thighs. Her juicy ass was still damp from the pool, pussy lips puffy and shining. I dropped to my knees, spreading her cheeks wide.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” I growled, burying my face between her thighs. My tongue dragged up her slit, tasting her tangy wetness mixed with pool water. Lena moaned loud, pushing back against my mouth.

“Yes… lick my cunt. Deeper, baby. Fuck, your tongue feels so good.”

I sucked her swollen clit between my lips, flicking it fast while two fingers plunged inside her tight hole. She was soaked, walls clenching greedily around my knuckles. The wet sounds of my mouth on her echoed off the tiled walls, mixing with the distant lap of pool water outside.

Lena’s legs shook. “I’m gonna cum already… don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop!”

Her orgasm hit hard, pussy gushing over my chin as she cried out, fingers gripping the edge of the table. I stood, cock aching, and freed my thick eight inches from my shorts. Without waiting I rubbed the fat head up and down her dripping slit.

“Tell me you want this dick,” I demanded, teasing her entrance.

“I want it. Shove that big cock in my pussy, Marcus. Fill me up.”

I thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying myself balls-deep in her heat. Lena’s back arched, a sharp cry escaping her lips. “Oh shit… you’re so deep. Stretch me, yeah, just like that.”

I started pounding her hard, hips slapping wetly against her ass. Each thrust made her tits swing beneath her, nipples brushing the cool leather of the table. The studio filled with the obscene smack of skin on skin and her filthy moans.

“Harder! Fuck my cunt like you mean it!” she begged, looking back at me with glassy eyes.

I grabbed a fistful of her wet hair and yanked her head back, driving even deeper. Her pussy fluttered around my shaft, squeezing me like a vice. Sweat mixed with pool water on our bodies, making everything slick and slippery.

After a few minutes I pulled out, breathing hard. “On your back. I want to see your face when I cum.”

Lena flipped onto the massage table, spreading her legs wide, fingers reaching down to rub her clit. Her shaved pussy was flushed pink and glistening. I climbed between her thighs, sliding back inside in one thrust. The new angle let me grind against her clit with every stroke.

“Cum inside me,” she whispered hotly, nails raking down my back. “I want to feel your load dripping out of me when I get back in that pool.”

That dirty promise sent me over. I fucked her faster, the table creaking under us. Lena’s second orgasm ripped through her first, pussy spasming wildly, squirting a little against my pelvis. The sight and feel pushed me past the edge.

“Fuck… here it comes,” I groaned. My cock pulsed hard as thick ropes of cum flooded her clenching cunt. I kept thrusting through it, pushing my seed deeper until it leaked out around my shaft.

We stayed locked together, panting, the smell of sex and chlorine heavy in the air. Finally I pulled out slowly, watching my cum bubble from her well-fucked hole.

Lena gave a lazy, satisfied smile and trailed a finger through the mess. “Best modeling session ever. Think we need another… after a quick dip in the pool?”

I laughed, already hardening again at the thought. “Lead the way.”