The Swimmer and the Bad Boy

The music from the banquet hall drifted out here muffled, the air thick with chlorine and wet concrete. I stepped outside, and the first thing I saw was her silhouette at the water's edge, in a dark swimsuit with a light robe thrown carelessly over it. Dasha. Twenty years gone, but that line of her shoulders, that curve of her neck—all the same. She turned, and in the light of the lamps reflecting off the water, I caught her gaze. It flickered, slid down my shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and stopped on my eyes.

"What are you doing out here?" Her voice was low, husky from the champagne. "Toasts, dancing in there..."

"Needed some air." I stepped closer. "And you, looks like you're planning a swim? At a wedding?"

"Always wanted to." She smirked, and without breaking eye contact, she untied the robe's sash. It slid to the ground, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs, her toned stomach, and her tits barely covered by the fabric. "Just don't tell anyone. It was supposed to be a surprise for the groom, but he's so busy with his bride..."

I chuckled, feeling the blood start to pound in my temples. She walked to the edge, her bare feet padding across the warm tile. One step, and the water closed around her body. She surfaced, tossed her wet hair back, and in the moonlight it looked almost black. Droplets glistened on her collarbones.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" She crooked a finger. "Afraid to ruin your suit?"

"I'm not in a suit." I tossed my jacket onto a lounge chair, pulled my shirt off over my head. Her eyes traced down my chest, lingered on my belt as I started to undo my pants. My cock was already pressing hard against the cotton of my boxers, and I didn't bother hiding it as I pushed them down with my trousers. She watched. Watched openly, not looking away, and that was better than any words.

I stepped into the water. It was cool, but not enough to cool my heat. I moved to her. There were maybe eight inches between us, and I could feel the warmth coming off her, mixed with the smell of water and her perfume.

"So, a secret?" I whispered, my lips almost brushing her temple.

"The biggest one," she breathed. "You know how to keep secrets, don't you, Dmitri?"

Instead of answering, I put my hands on her waist. Her skin was cool and smooth as silk. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned forward, and my hands slid lower, onto her firm ass, squeezing through the wet fabric of her swimsuit. She gasped softly and dug her fingers into my shoulders.

"You haven't even kissed me yet," she whispered, a hint of a smirk in her voice.

"I don't like to rush."

I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers. Gently at first, tasting. Then she parted her lips, and I deepened the kiss, demanding, taking control. Her tongue slid against mine, and I felt her tremble. My fingers found the edge of her swimsuit, pulled it down over one hip. She helped me, arching, and I felt the heat of her cunt through the water.

"Right here?" she asked, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.

"You want to go to a room?" I ran a finger over her clit, and she shuddered all over. "It'll wait."

"No..." she breathed. "Here. Faster."

She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I pushed into her. Slowly, just a couple inches. She was already hot and wet, and the water only made it feel more intense. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. I held her ass, pressing her against me, and felt her inner muscles clench around me.

"Fuck, you're tight..." I breathed into her neck, starting to move. Rhythmic, deep, feeling the water splash around us. She clung to me, scratching my back with her nails, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Faster..." she whispered. "Please..."

I sped up. The water churned around us, and I pressed her back against the edge of the pool for better leverage. She threw her head back, and I saw her eyes glistening in the darkness. I bent to her chest, pulled the wet fabric of her swimsuit down over one nipple, and took it in my mouth. She arched her back, biting her own finger to keep from crying out.

"Dmitri... I'm close..." Her voice cracked.

"Come on," I pushed the pace to the limit, feeling her tremble. "Come for me."

She shattered. Her body arched, convulsing in the spasm of her orgasm, and I felt her walls clamp down around me with incredible force. And that was it. I buried myself in her to the hilt, pouring my cum into her hot depths, feeling her still pulsing around my cock.

For a few minutes we just stood there, breathing hard, pressed together. The water went still. She lifted her head, and there was a wicked glint in her eyes.

"Well, well," she smirked. "And you said you don't like to rush."

"That wasn't rushing. That was foreplay."

She laughed, bright and clear like when we were kids, and pushed off from me, diving into the water. I watched her swim to the ladder, admiring the play of her ass beneath the surface. At the edge, she turned.

"Don't you dare tell anyone. I'll drown you."

"Secret's safe," I smiled. "But same time tomorrow morning?"

She pulled on her robe without drying off and walked back toward the hall. I stood in the water, feeling my body slowly cool, still tasting her on my lips.

The next morning at breakfast, I caught her eye across the table. She winked at me over her coffee cup, and I almost choked. She slowly licked her upper lip, watching me, and took a sip. All around us, guests were chattering about the wedding, but between us hung that secret, better than any celebration.