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“Make it quick. I have a call in an hour. And I have an idea.”
I say, “Promise. Quick outline, while we grab a golf cart.”
“Deal. See how good we are at this together thing?”
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I sit out front in the golf cart and outline my idea furiously. Enough detail so I won’t lose the thought later. As we enter our suite, I undo my bikini top. He throws me unceremoniously into our infinity pool. I curl around him as our bits begin to float.
I swim around him. When he moves to the sun ledge, I straddle him. He unties the sides of my suit bottoms. I say, “I’ve never had sex in the water before.”
“We’ll need lube,” he says bluntly.
“We’ve never needed it before.”
“First off, you don’t always need it for it to be fun. And trust me, I googled it.”
“You researched how to mermaid fuck me?”
“Among other things, yes.” I raise my eyebrows. “Places I can position your legs, best quad stretches, supplements, recovery time, and some military maps of Yemen.”
I kiss him deeply. “Yemen is sexy.”
“Wait here.” His cute ass trots across the deck then emerges with my little pot of coconut oil I use on my elbows. “Can we use this?”
“Whatever will I put on my dry elbows?”
“Come to me.” He’s sitting on a lounge chair. I walk to him naked.
“All this just to have sex in the pool?”
“Yes. And I pushed my call, don’t expect me to that again. A little prep.” He pushes me down a large chaise lounge and spreads my legs with his head.
“Oh! This kind of prep, I thought you meant for your call. Yeah!”
“Shh. I’m concentrating.”
“On military maps of Yemen?” He lightly slaps my pussy, and it’s shocking and hot as pleasure zings me back to the present.
The most glorious sunbeam hits my face as I arch my back. He’s sliding in and out of me while holding me in place. I’m panting. Then I smell Pina Coladas as he slides his lubed-up finger inside of me. The oil coats my clit for good measure. It’s an insane feeling, and I fight to hold off an orgasm. Then in a rush, he’s on my nipples. One getting the oil, the other his mouth. Then he reverses and stops as my voice gets louder.
“Don’t you come without me inside. I hear those mews. You’re close. Hold off.”
“But.”
“You wait.”
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I reach for her, but she slips from my grip and gets oil all over her arms. We’re both laughing hysterically as she keeps trying not to slide off the chair.
“Woman, get yourself up.” I leap into the pool and wait for her.
She walks carefully, holding her arms out for balance. She catches herself twice. She leaves greasy footprints as she goes. How it got on her feet, I don’t know. The smell is overwhelming. I’ll never sip a tropical drink again. She eases into the water, and a rainbow of her own personal oil slick blooms around her. She can’t stop laughing as the oil settles all around her waist. I pull her to me and try to wrap her legs around me.
She’s there, but every time I try to get my dick inside, it squishes and slides out. There’s zero friction, the water doing nothing to help. It’s only redistributing the oil, which I think I might have gone overboard with, all over us and the pool. She’s thrashing, laughing, and trying to speak.
