Pool of Her

I knew I shouldn’t have come. The chalet was a mistake, a week-long invitation to torture myself. But when my neighbor Lena texted, “Pool’s heated, you’re coming, don’t argue,” I packed my bag before my brain could veto it. She was married. I’d seen her in the garden, in her yoga shorts, bending over to pull weeds, and I’d had to look away. But this, this was a whole different level of proximity.

The mountain air was crisp, biting at my skin as I stepped onto the deck. The pool was a dark sapphire slab against the grey stone, steam rising off the surface in lazy ribbons. And there she was. Lena. Her dark hair was piled into a messy bun, strands plastered to her neck. She wore a tiny black bikini that barely contained her, water droplets beading on the tanned swell of her breasts. She was looking at me, not with a smile, but with a look of pure, unadulterated hunger.

“Took you long enough, Alex,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Get in.”

I stripped off my shirt, feeling her eyes on my chest. She didn't look away. She licked her lips. “You’re staring,” I said, forcing a casual tone.

“So are you.”

I dropped my shorts and dove in. The water was a shock, then a silk-smooth caress. I surfaced right in front of her, my hands finding the tiled edge on either side of her hips, caging her in. The heat from the water was nothing compared to the heat radiating from her body.

“Your husband?” I asked, the words tasting like ash.

“In Vienna for the week.” She leaned in, her mouth a hair’s breadth from mine. “You ask a lot of questions for a man who’s been hard since he walked in.”

She wasn't wrong. My cock was straining against my swim trunks, a painful, insistent ache. Her hand found it under the water, her fingers tracing the outline. I groaned, my forehead falling to hers.

“Lena…”

“Don’t,” she whispered, her grip tightening. “Don’t you dare say a word. Just fuck me.”

I didn't need to be told twice. I pulled her to the shallow steps, my mouth crashing onto hers. Her lips were soft, demanding, tasting of chlorine and something sweeter. My hands tore at the strings of her top. The fabric fell away, and her breasts were in my palms, heavy and perfect, their tips hard as pebbles. I bent my head and took one into my mouth, sucking hard, feeling her shiver against me.

“Yes,” she hissed, her nails digging into my shoulders. “God, yes.”

My fingers found the waistband of her bottoms, pulling them down her thighs. She stepped out of them, completely naked now, a water nymph in the steaming pool. I shoved my own trunks down, my cock springing free, thick and aching. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking me slowly, a devilish smile on her face.

“You’re going to fill me up, Alex,” she said, her voice a dirty promise. “I want to feel you all the way in.”

I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist. The tip of my cock nudged against her slick, hot entrance. She was soaked — not just from the pool. She gasped as I pushed, the head sliding past her folds, into the tight, velvety heat of her. We both moaned, a sound swallowed by the steam and the mountain silence.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her head falling back. “Yes, just like that.”

I started to move, thrusting into her with a slow, deep rhythm, savoring the way her inner walls clenched around me. The water was up to her shoulders, our bodies hidden beneath the surface, but I felt everything — every pulse, every tremor. She was grinding against me, meeting my thrusts, her nails raking down my back.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice ragged. “Don’t be gentle. I don’t want gentle.”

I grasped her ass, my fingers digging into the firm flesh, and started pounding into her. The water splashed around us, a frantic rhythm matching our own. Her tits bounced with each impact, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. I could feel her climax building, the walls of her pussy fluttering around my cock.

“Cum for me,” I growled against her neck. “Let me feel it.”

“I’m there, I’m there, I’m—” she cried out, her body convulsing in my arms, a wave of heat flooding around my shaft. The feeling of her coming undone, of her pussy milking me, was too much. I buried my face in her neck, muffling my own roar as I exploded, my hot cum flooding deep inside her. I pumped into her, wave after wave, until I was spent, my body trembling against hers.

The silence returned, broken only by our ragged breathing. She was still clinging to me, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, her forehead resting against mine.

“Well,” she said finally, a lazy smile playing on her lips. “That was a warm-up.”

We moved to the wide, flat deck by the pool's edge. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, her wet hair dripping onto my chest. She was on top now, in control. She raised her hips and sank down onto my still-hard cock with a wet, satisfied sigh. She rode me slowly, deliberately, a teasing tilt to her hips that had me gripping the wooden slats beneath me. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing my face, her mouth by my ear.

“I’m going to make you forget every other woman you’ve ever had,” she whispered, and I believed her.

She was a goddess, a demon, a fever dream. She took and took, and I gave everything. The second time was slower, more languid, a deep, grinding exploration. When I came, I spilled my seed onto her stomach, painting her skin with my release as she watched, her eyes dark with satisfaction.

We lay there for what felt like hours, tangled together on the warm wood, the steam from the pool curling around us. The mountain stars were starting to appear, pinpricks of light in the darkening sky.

The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee. Lena was sitting on the deck in a huge white robe, a mug cradled in her hands, looking out at the snow-capped peaks. She turned as I walked out, a small, knowing smile on her face.

“Sleep well?” she asked.

“Better than I have in years,” I said, taking the mug she offered.

She looked at me, her gaze holding mine. “My husband comes back Friday.” A pause. “You’re staying till Friday, right?”

I took a sip of the coffee. It was perfect. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”