by Jessica Ashe
“Me to see you in a bikini because of your arm,” I said, finishing the sentence for her. “Too late, I’ve seen it. Now, I’ve just emailed you the address of a small boutique place that I like. I know the owner, so drop my name and he’ll look after you.” I shoved about £200 into her hand. “That should cover it, but if not, just tell him I’ll pay the rest later.”
“£200,” Michelle exclaimed, after counting it. “I’ve never spent more than $40 on a swimming costume. What sort of bikini do you want me to buy for that much?”
“Preferably a small one.”
Michelle stared at the money looking uncertain, but at least she hadn’t rejected the idea out of hand.
“What will we tell Maisie?” she asked.
“I hate to break it to you, but Maisie barely notices us anyway. As long as you’re here to pick her up she won’t mind.”
“Okay,” she said finally. “Okay. I’ll go there now. What time do I meet you up by the pool?”
“One o’clock.”
When Michelle walked away I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew I had to act confident and sure of myself, but I’d been expecting Michelle to make no end of excuses. It was happening. Today was the day. This had to work. If I couldn’t break down Michelle’s barriers today, then I didn’t think I ever would.
-*-
I slipped a few quid to the appropriate hotel staff to make sure Michelle and I would not be disturbed in the pool. They arranged to close the pool and only let Michelle through. I resisted the urge to get flowers or do anything overly romantic. Wild gestures were easy, and besides that they stood a good chance of scaring Michelle off completely.
I relaxed in the pool at the deep end and kept an eye on the entrance for Michelle to arrive. The rooftop pool was contained within a glass conservatory which was just as well because there weren’t many days in London that were nice enough to use an outdoor pool.
The water was unnaturally warm. Personally, I preferred to jump into a cold pool. It woke me up and reinvigorated me instantly, but that might just be me. My club made me take ice baths after games sometimes, so a cold pool didn’t bother me much.
This one was nearly warm, but if I was going to be in a pool with a beautiful woman, warm was better than cold. Michelle should be in no doubt about my size, but I didn’t want cold water making my little fella, well, little.
I leaned over to grab my phone from the side of the pool and checked the time. Michelle was running fifteen minutes late. That wasn’t like her. She would be nervous about coming up here, but when she left this morning she looked determined to make it work.
There was a timer on the wall for marking lap times, so I waited until the hand hit the top and then ducked my head under water. My physio always remarked on my lung capacity, which was the second highest at the club. The lung capacity made me fitter than most other players which was a large factor in my ability to score late drop goals.
Near the end of games, when the opposition was starting to tire, there were usually opportunities to sneak in a drop goal, but most kickers were just as tired as everyone else. Not me. I felt as fresh at the beginning of games as I did at the end. I never missed the late kicks.
Except that one time. But that was different. It just so happened to be the biggest kick I’ve ever taken in my life, and I missed it.
The water blurred my vision, but I managed to see the red hand creep back around past the top of the timer. That meant I’d been under for one minute. Two minutes was attainable, but it depended on all sorts of factors, like how much sleep I’d had and what I’d eaten for breakfast.
My body began to float towards the surface in an instinctive battle to reach oxygen. I moved my arms in an effort to send my body back down, but that exuded energy and burned up what little oxygen I had left.
I took another look at the timer. Damn, thirty more seconds to go. I pushed myself down to the bottom again, eating up a few more seconds. I closed my eyes to avoid the temptation to look at the timer, and pictured Michelle the way she looked last night in my living room. She’d been stunning, burn mark or not. Her chest practically pulsed with each breath she took. Shit. Don’t think about breathing right now. Her stomach. Her flat, smooth stomach had moved almost imperceptibly with each… Shit.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the timer as it moved past the two-minute mark. My legs went down and made contact with the bottom of the pool, before pushing my body up through the surface where I took a huge gasp of air the second my mouth was out of the water.
My lungs filled with air and then emptied, before filling with air again. I wiped the water from my eyes and regained my focus as the blood rushed back to my brain. No sooner had the blood reached my brain then it went somewhere else.
Standing next to the pool in a yellow bikini was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She stood with her right arm angled slightly away from me; the result of a self-conscious habit, developed over years of being paranoid about her appearance.
“I thought you were playing hide-and-seek there for a minute,” Michelle said, looking down on me with a smile I could stare at for days. “Is the water cold?”
“Not at all,” I said. “Jump in.”
Michelle braced herself, clearly still expecting the water to be cold, and then jumped in. She screamed in imagined shock as she hit the water, but quickly relaxed.
“Okay, it’s not that bad,” she said. “What do you think of the swimsuit?”
“Put your hands between my legs and you’ll find out,” I joked.
Michelle splashed me with the water in a way that was cute, despite being somewhat pointless. Was there anything this woman could do that I wouldn’t find adorable?
“Why are we here anyway?” Michelle asked. “This wasn’t what I had in mind for our next meeting.”
“Would you rather have gone for dinner?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“Me neither. And to be honest, I wanted to look at your body. I got a glimpse the other night and now I want to see more.”
“You saw my arm.”
“Yes, I did.”
“And I suppose you have questions?”
“Not really,” I said. “I know exactly what happened and why you covered it up?”
“You’re such a know-it-all sometimes,” she teased. “Go on then, tell me what you think happened.”
“Well, I already know about that night. The only new information I now have is that you were hit by the acid as well. You kept it a secret because it just reminded you that you got off lightly compared to Maisie. You think you failed to protect her.”
“It’s pretty clear I did fail to protect her.”
“You protected her from some of it,” I said. “I’ve read the police report of that night.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be private?”
“Yeah, but Hodgson let me look at it. There’s not a lot in it; neither you nor Maisie knew much information about the attack so there was little to tell the police. Anyway, it says you were walking with Maisie on your left. The attackers came out from the left hand side and threw the acid. You have a burn mark on your right arm. The only way you would have got that is if you turned to your left and grabbed Maisie. You tried to put your body in the way, didn’t you? You had a split second to react and in that time you threw yourself between the acid and your little sister.”
Michelle was silent for a few seconds and I realized I might have gotten a little carried away. I’d recounted the facts like an excited detective who’d figured out a murder mystery. This was a real-life attack that still resonated with Michelle and Maisie, yet I’d been an insensitive arsehole about it as usual.
“So what if I did?” Michelle said at last. “It didn’t work, did it? I got away with a burn that most people never see, while Maisie’s face is disfigured.”
“Things might have been worse if you hadn’t stepped in. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. The point is that you are an incredible person, and I won’t
rest until you accept that about yourself.”
“Is that why you asked me here today? To talk about what happened eight years ago?”
“No, I brought you here so that we would be on an even footing.”
“Even footing? I don’t understand.”
“Look at my body,” I said. “Without going underwater. Just look down at my chest.”
“If I have to,” she said with a smile. “I can’t exactly make much out. You’re just a blurry chest and a pair of legs under there.”
“So are you,” I said. “You’re practically naked in front of me, but your arm looks the same as the rest of you from here. I thought it might help you relax around me.”
“Oh,” she said, looking down at her arm. “I suppose it did. I haven’t given much thought to it since I’ve been in the pool.”
“Good. Now, we could stay here and chill out, but you do have an empty hotel room and Maisie won’t need picking up for a few hours yet, so…”
“Mr. Cornish,” she said slowly, with a knowing grin, “are you proposing what I think you’re proposing? I’ll have you know, I’m not that easy.”
“Trust me, nothing about this has been easy.”
“Tell you what, if you can beat me in a race then you can do with me as you please.”
“A race?”
“Four lengths of the pool. Come on.”
Michelle quickly got ready by the edge of the pool and I immediately knew she was an experienced swimmer. I was a strong swimmer but not a fast one. I had far too much bulk to move gracefully through the water.
Michelle gave a countdown and pushed off the edge, going into a lead before I had even done one stroke. She slipped through the water like an otter and extended the gap between us with every second that passed. Screw this.
I stopped swimming and waited for Michelle to come back in my direction. She had a good technique and took a breath on every third stroke, but it meant she wasn’t particularly looking where she was going. Her arm smashed into my chest and she gasped as she crashed into me.
“What the hell?” she muttered, wiping the water from her eyes. “You’re not much of a swimmer, you know?”
“No more games,” I said, as I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her.
No more games. His lips touched mine and awakened my body from the sexless slumber I’d been in for the past few months. My legs moved frustratingly slowly under the water, but I managed to lock them around him and pull myself in close.
Oliver moved his lips down to my neck, seemingly determined to kiss every part of my body that was above the water. I held him tightly against me as I tried to get hold of his wet back. I’d been waiting for this moment ever since I laid eyes on him in the limousine. Scratch that; I’d been waiting for this moment for eight years.
One of Oliver’s hand gripped my ass firmly, while the other went between my legs, quickly moving the bikini bottoms to one side and parting my folds. I gasped as two fingers slid inside me, while the palm of his hand rubbed lightly against my clit.
I had little control over my body as I half floated and half rested on Oliver, so I just wrapped my arms around him and held tight while he explored inside me. The weirdness of being penetrated in the water combined with a sensation of weightlessness soon had the blood rushing through my body as I panted loudly in his ear.
The glass surrounding the pool meant that potentially anyone could see inside, but for some reason I didn’t care. I usually avoided any kind of public displays of affection, but right now Oliver could have fucked me up against the glass without me even thinking twice about it.
I kissed and bit down on Oliver’s neck as his fingers kept moving inside me. I needed more. I needed his cock inside me, but I didn’t want him to stop. He had me so close.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” Oliver whispered in my ear. “I always knew you’d have a nice tight pussy. I want to see if you can take my cock inside you.”
“I can,” I moaned. “Please give it to me.” I reached down between my legs and grabbed his hard cock through my shorts. I couldn’t tell how long it was, but it was definitely thick. Real thick.
“You sure you can take that?” he asked, still slowly moving his fingers inside me. “You’re so tight; it might hurt.”
“I want to try.”
I’d fantasized so much about this moment. The worst thing about Maisie teasing me for being boring and not having a sex life, was that it wasn’t true. Well, the sex life bit was I suppose, but not because I was boring.
I was more adventurous than any of the men I’d been with, but they had never been able to bring that side out of me. When I was by myself, with my fingers between my legs, I thought about Oliver and how we would do the things I’d not been able to do with others. I’d been doing that for eight years, and now here I was straddling him in the pool while his fingers explored my sex.
Oliver kissed me again, and his fingers slipped slowly out of my pussy. My hands reached down and tried to pull down his swimming trunks, but he grabbed me by the wrists and stopped me.
“We’ll have to go back to your room,” he said, between kisses. “Condoms don’t work too well underwater.”
I reluctantly let go of Oliver and quickly swam to the edge of the pool. I climbed out and dried myself off with the towel I’d brought up with me, and watched Oliver as he walked up the stairs at the shallow end of the pool. He reminded me of Daniel Craig as he came out of the ocean, except Oliver was at least a foot taller and had far more muscle. Unfortunately, I was no Bond girl.
Oliver grabbed his clothes and we practically ran back to my room, passing a bewildered looking guard that Oliver had paid to keep the pool restricted. I would usually have been embarrassed for acting like a horny school child, but right now I didn’t care.
The second the door closed, Oliver pulled the string to undo my top and then did the same for the bottoms. My clothes dropped to the floor and now I was naked. Completely naked and he could see my scar. He could see everything.
“Why aren’t you naked too?” I asked, looking down at his swimming trunks. “Let’s see if this thing is as big as you make it out to be.”
I slowly loosened the drawstring on his trunks and pulled the waistband open so that I could get them down over his erect cock. I let the trunks fall and then took a good, long look at his manhood. Yep, it was thick. Decent length as well, but it was the thickness that had me a little freaked out.
“We’ll take it slow,” Oliver said, as he dug a condom out of his pants. “Now, get on the bed. I want to finally have my way with you.”
Oliver went to kiss me, but I put my finger on his lips and stopped him. “If I remember correctly, I said you could have your way with me if you beat me in the race. You lost pretty comfortably.”
“You’re not really going to make me wait any longer are you? I’m about to explode here.”
“No, but I won the race, so I get to claim my prize.”
“And what’s that?”
“I get to have my wicked way with you.”
With my petite frame, I couldn’t make Oliver do anything, but when I pushed him towards the bed, he took the hint and fell onto his back. I knew he thought of me as some sexually repressed young girl, but he was about to find out it was dangerous to make assumptions about people.
I took the condom from his fingers, and opened the foil wrapper. He’d bought extra-large condoms, but it would still be a snug fit. I pinched the tip of the condom and rolled the lubricated latex rubber down his thick shaft. Blood was pulsing through the large vein running up the cock from the base to the tip. I had a sudden urge to try and take him in my mouth, but that could wait.
Oliver lay on his back looking lustfully at my naked body as I crawled up his muscular frame and planted a kiss on his lips. Our bodies were still damp from the pool, but there was no mistaking the wetness between my legs as I lightly rubbed my pussy on his stomach, teasing him with what awaited his cock.
&nb
sp; “I never picked you as a tease,” Oliver said. He was smiling, but I could see the tension taught in his face. He needed this as much as I did.
“I’m no tease,” I replied. “I’m going to give you everything you want and more.”
I reached my hand down and grabbed hold of Oliver’s cock, angling it up slightly and then guiding it towards my pussy lips as I moved down his body. Oliver groaned as I used the tip of his cock to part my folds and then positioned it at my opening.
Moving slowly, I gradually relaxed back down on his cock until I had the entire thing inside me. There had been a little discomfort, but it was worth it. I had him in me. His cock was in my pussy at last. His thick, tree-trunk-like legs were beneath me as I started to rock my hips slowly back and forth. Finally, after eight long years, I was riding Oliver Cornish. About fucking time.
Oliver still looked surprised to see me taking the lead, but this was nothing. If I could truly let go, truly be myself around him, Oliver would be in for one hell of an afternoon.
Michelle was a woman of many surprises. She’d always been so shy and quiet around me, but that had been because of her scar. Once that obstacle had been cleared, the real Michelle had come out to play, and that was something to behold.
Now she was riding my cock, with her fingers digging into my chest as she locked eyes with me, and having no problems taking my entire shaft inside her. She’d been so tight when my fingers entered her in the pool; I never thought she would take me so easily.
My hands worked their way up to her breasts, my fingers tweaking her nipples before taking them greedily between my lips. This hadn’t been exactly how I imagined our first time going, but I damn sure wasn’t going to complain.
I’d planned on tasting her, teasing her with my tongue until she begged for my cock. Instead she’d taken the lead, and now she had me eating out of the palm of her hand.
Michelle groaned and moved her hips faster when my teeth bit down gently on her nipples. She clearly liked a little mild pain—just my type of woman.
We made eye contact again, and I brought Michelle’s lips down to mine, desperate to have my tongue inside her mouth again. I kept her lips against mine even as I felt her breathing quicken and her pussy getting wetter around my cock. She finally tore her lips away from me, as she ran out of breath but was unable to slow down.
