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“But, Jason, I didn’t bring my bikini.”
He stopped dead in his tracks and I wondered if he was cross with me, but as he turned to face me, I could see he was laughing.
“Gem, baby. You’re on private property, nothing overlooking us, why do you need a costume?”
My mouth formed a perfect O.
“Oh. Yes. Come on strip,” he commanded.
I nervously began to peel off my clothes. By the time I was down to my underwear, Jason was naked and stepping to the edge of the deep end. He leapt up and dived head first into the water, barely making a splash as he entered, and he swam underwater all the way to the steps at the other end. I glanced at the big window, half expecting a troop of people to come parading by.
“Hurry up Gemma.”
He was getting impatient with me now. I unclipped my bra and slipped off knickers, it all felt so odd. I stood at the water’s edge and watched as he gracefully swam over to my side of the pool. Before I knew what was happening, his hand reached out and grabbed my ankle toppling me into the water next to him. I went right under with a big splash. The water was not cold, although the shock of suddenly entering gave me the impression that the water was chilly, it was quite the contrary - surprisingly warm. I came up spluttering, my loose hair strands drooping over my face. Jason was laughing, childlike, his short blonde hair gleamed in the sun light.
“Jason!” I shrieked.
He disappeared underwater again and started to stalk me underwater shark like. The water lapped around me just above my breasts, the coldness diminished and I attempted to swim around and avoid him. He liked the game and we played cat and mouse in the water, me swimming on the top, him swimming below. He seemed able to hold his breath for an amazing long period.
Jason grabbed me, pulled me upright and then held me close to his drenched body. He did not look boyish now; he looked quite masterful. His erection was visible beneath the water line as he pressed against my hipbone. He backed me against the edge of the pool. My heart was beating fast as he took my lower lip between his bared teeth and sucked hard on it. No words were spoken, his intention clear in his eyes. I shut my eyes as he sought out my pussy using a hand to guide himself through the water. Up he came, just like last night, pushing slowly inside me waiting for me to stretch for him. I was not as ready as last night, and the tightness stung, the look in his face implied he was obtaining a great deal of satisfaction from my lack of readiness.
“Do you want me to stop?” He paused his advances.
I shook my head, I want to please him, and I tried hard to relax my tensed muscles. I had never had sex underwater before and the scene was very erotic and tantalising.
“Please don’t stop,” I answered as good submissive should always, keen and eager to serve him.
“Good girl.” Then he started to fuck me.
Even in water, his sexual appetite was rough and animal like. The ripples of water started to cascade round the pool. I could hear the water splashing over the edge into the drains. The whole sex in the swimming pool was becoming amazingly erotic, my first underwater fuck. I was ready for him and my insides were in knots trying to keep my impending orgasm at bay. I had not asked permission yet.
“Please, sir, may I...”
I winced as he thrust particularly hard inside me. He grabbed my ponytail pulling my head back so it banged against the edge of the pool.
“Yes,” was all Jason said.
We came simultaneously, my back pressed hard against the side as he leant into me. Shutting his eyes, he removed himself and made his way to the steps to climb out. I did not move, riveted to the spot, panting in post-coital bliss.
He found a towel from the towel rails and he lay down on one of the loungers, shutting his eyes. The towel slipped off his damp body on to the floor.
Move, come on move. I emerged from the water, found another towel and I placed it around me tucking it in around my chest. I went over to him, crouching next to his lounger and taking his towel. I began to dry him, patting his limbs and rubbing his chest with small circular motions. Knowing he was dry and comfortable, I lay on the lounger next to him my eyes shut and body still. I basked in the warm sun. At that moment, I was strangely satisfied with life.
When I woke, the sun had descended in the sky, the room was chillier, though not cold. Jason was sitting next to me, he was dressed again and he must have been back to the house because he was reading work documents, making notes in the margins.
“Hello, sleepy head.”
He turned to me while putting the papers down on the small table next to him. I noticed his phone was there too.
“Have you enjoyed yourself this afternoon? You’re looking very relaxed,” he commented.
He held up his paperwork as if to remind me of his dogged work ethic.
“Yes, thank you, sir. Sorry I’ve not been good company.” I was trying to think of something to engage him in conversation.
“I needed to concentrate. I don’t think you can help me with legal contracts,” he said glumly.
I frowned in sympathy. “Martinson will get me access into here?” I wondered when Jason would arrange for Martinson to do take my thumbprint.
