They met on Reddit, of all places; one stood out in a sea of strange private messages. He knew what she wrote, but he was one of the few who saw past the words. He wanted to get to know the person behind the screen. After a few weeks, it was time. The first meeting went well; neutral territory, a local café. Things went well, and he was officially promoted to the status of “not creepy”. The second date was at a restaurant. He passed all the tests on time, smiling, and polite to the waitress. Things went even better, and he was rewarded with his first kiss.
The third date is always important. It was up to him to propose a place and time. She expected a rather boring trip to a local park, a ride on a Ferris wheel, or any of the other clichés of boring safe dates. However, that wasn’t what she got.
See you at the swimming pool! 10 AM. I’ll race you.
Wait, what? She shrugged it off. If there was one thing that could define this person, he clearly had a crazy side. Not dangerous, but a hilariously “don’t let them know your next move” type. She had heard the stories of him jumping off a boat just to swim, so maybe a swimming pool was logical? He would be in his elements, but this was an element that she knew well too.
10 AM sharp. She was there, and he was too. A quick and shy peck on the lips, and they were walking into the damp corridors that smelled of chlorine. At this time of day, the corridors were empty; only twenty or so people were in the pool, but it wouldn’t be that way for long.
They each went to their own stall. She undressed uneasily, a little shy about her appearance. Why did she agree to this? She wore her red one-piece swimsuit. Nothing fancy, but it went with the red hair. She put her clothes back into a bag and opened the door on the other side. And there he was, waiting patiently. His long dark hair, that smile that she had begun to enjoy… and then the rest. She got to see some of the things she didn’t see at the restaurant, but she almost blushed at the idea of imagining what he would be like under his shirt. And here it was. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, but he certainly took care of himself. His arms were strong, and well-toned muscles could be seen under his skin… Maybe winning the race wouldn’t be so easy after all. And then her gaze moved down. A swimsuit. It had sunflowers on it. She tried to stifle a laugh, but it didn’t work. She looked back into his eyes, but it was even worse. His expression was a caricature of “Well, what?”.
They stowed away their belongings, took a minute under the shower, and went to the swimming pool. She walked to the edge, got into position, and made a dive into the cool water. Her form was good, almost sliding into the water without a splash, her hair flowing behind her as she sped underwater, coming up to the surface a few meters away. She turned to look at him, wiping water from her face. He looked at her, unfazed by her attempted gracefulness, and proceeded to throw himself into the water, almost like a belly-flop, spraying her with water as she giggled, treading water.
They raced. She was caught off-guard by his goofy entrance to the pool; he was a strong swimmer and wasn’t about to give in so easily. Two laps, and she had lost, but not by too much. They continued to swim softly, side by side, talking until he decided to dive below her, only to appear on the other side and continue as if nothing had happened, his long hair covering his face to the point of not being able to see. His jest was again greeted by giggles.
They spent twenty minutes swimming slowly, sometimes side by side, sometimes with him trailing happily behind, telling jokes even as his mouth went underwater, the last part blurred out by bubbles. She wondered if she had spent more time swimming or laughing.
They moved over to the recreational part, chatting as a million bubbles surfaced and popped around them, filling the air with white noise, blurring out the real world and the others around them. She felt like she had been talking for hours about everything and nothing. Her cat. Her writing. She even noted two or three crude but funny references to her sex life.
A quick glance at the clock told them all they needed to know. 11:30, people would soon be flooding in for the midday workout session; it was time for them to leave. They got out of the water, and she smiled knowing that his “after you” gesture wasn’t that innocent; a faint whistle could be heard as she exaggerated her hip mouvements, slinking out of the water. He, of course, did the opposite, walking out as if he were simply climbing a flight of stairs, then complaining loudly when the fabric stuck close to his body. She caught herself glancing as the fabric stuck close to his manhood.
They continued chatting about everything and nothing, laughing again at the fact that neither of them had thought about bringing any soap, knowing they would smell chlorine on them for a few hours. She walked up the steps, knowing that his “after you” gesture wasn’t that innocent; a faint whistle could be heard as she exaggerated her hip movements and glimpses of his sunflowers, and he caught her staring, making a slide comment about “Hey, my eyes are up here!”, to which she answered that her eyes were on the front, not the back.
They got their clothes and went to the changing rooms. In a gentlemanly manner, he bowed low as he showed her the open door, “Madame, your changing room awaits!”. She smiled, thanking him profusely as she entered, putting her clothes down. Their eyes locked, and slowly, she shut the door. He counted under his breath. Four… Five… She opened the door, grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him inside, locking the door behind her. They kissed, a long, sensual kiss, lips meeting and parting, tongues dancing… She put her hands on his lower back, and he caressed her upper arms before making their way down her back, daringly touching her ass cheeks before racing up to her lower back, afraid to be shouted at or swatted away. She didn’t, and they weren’t, as his fingers moved back again, timidly exploring her. When he felt safe, he grabbed her tight by the ass, pulling her towards him. Her body slammed into his, their kiss interrupted briefly by her smile. She could feel his excitement, and she stopped her kiss, looking deep into his eyes, practising a silent language of desire. He slid his fingers gently under her swimming suit straps, pulling them gently over her shoulders and down as she waited timidly, maintaining eye contact as he slowly uncovered her pale white breasts, tugging gently on the fabric to free her hard nipples. She bit her lip as his gaze burned her skin.
He playfully tugged again, lower and lower, looking for any signs of resistance, of doubt, but they never came. She looked deep into his eyes as he knelt, pulling further, kissing her stomach as his lips explored further, the wet fabric leaving the safety of her hips until her swimsuit flopped sadly onto the floor, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. He continued kissing, continuing downwards, kissing her pussy lips gently, moving his tongue up and down softly until he pushed gently forward, parting her lips and tasting her briefly until she stopped him.
“No, please, I’m not quiet… not here”
“Well, you will have to learn!” he answered playfully as his tongue again explored her.
She whimpered before again stopping him. “I can’t, really, I can’t. But… Can you?”
He nodded and stood up. Now she was the one to kneel down, still maintaining eye contact, with the twisted smile of someone who knew how this was going to end. It was her turn to take care of his swimsuit, pulling far from his stomach to free his raging erection she had trying to eye for a while now. She pulled the fabric over and down, lowering his swimsuit to his ankles while she licked the length of his manhood, from his balls to the head, maintaining eye contact and a twisted smile encouraged by the look of pleasure and anticipation on his face. She continued licking up and down, gently at first, before using all of her tongue, the warmth on his skin exciting him all the more, the taste of chlorine in her mouth, but also the first drops of his excitement forming on his tip. She he was ready, he cupped her head in his hands, guiding her, moving her mouth to where he wanted it to be.
Her gaze moved down as she opened her mouth, accepting him willingly, her lips wrapped tightly around his skin. She was rewarded with his first muffled moan as she closed her eyes to concentrate on feeling him inside her, her tongue gently swaying on his soft skin. He held her head, moving slowly at first, gently pushing to see how much she could take, but she never resisted.
The first wave of midday swimmers arrived, alone or in small groups talking to themselves about meetings, what happened at work, or who had done what on the previous weekend. The wooden panel shuddered when the stall next to theirs was taken, the loud clicking of their own door closing. They were oblivious to the pleasure inside this stall, her red lips wrapped around his stiff cock, her tongue coaxing him, willing, asking to be fed. Did they know? Did they have any idea? Would they get caught?
She turned her brain off, just for a few minutes, guided by her date’s desires, entrapped in her submissiveness and her will to please him. When she started her own soft moan, she was silenced by a gentle tap on the back of her head. He kept on his movements, gripping her head tighter as he began to shudder. She balanced herself the best she could while gripping him from behind, her hand on his ass, feeling his muscles tense, getting ready to explode inside her… He whispered that she could stop, that if she didn’t want to… She wasn’t listening. He trembled, stumbling past the point of no return. He hunched forward, pulling her head in until one hand left her head and the unmistakable sound of his hand slapping on his mouth to cover the noise. The first pulse came, his manhood bulging before releasing the first jet of seed, keeping in every drop for herself, trying not to moan at making him cum. He released a second wave, a third, and many more, still trembling at his orgasm.
She held on tight with her lips, allowing him to finish… His tight grip became a softer caress, playing with her hair as he caught his breath silently. His twitching cock became still, and she could feel him slowly soften in her mouth. Slowly, she pulled back, letting him almost flop out of her mouth, his taste still on her tongue. She looked up into his eyes as she swallowed, enjoying the view of surprise and bliss on his face. She got back up, her thigh muscles complaining bitterly as she did so. She gave him a light peck on the lips, and his warm gaze told her everything she needed to know; “Thank you, that was awesome!”. He moved in closer, his lips close to her ear.
“Get dressed. You are coming back to my place. It’s your turn. And you can make as much noise as you want!”. She smiled.
