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A Story with Sea Chelle
It was a hot night. Too damn hot. I looked at my clock radio, 3.17am. A hot night in a bad hotel bed. Couldn't get much worse than this.
I had pretty much tossed and turned all night. I hadn't slept a wink. The air conditioner was on the blink. That's timing for you.
I sat upright in bed. Still a few hours until daylight, a few more again until the meeting. I was going to be primed for that alright!
Then an idea hit me, the top floor swimming pool. Not only would it be cool in the water but it was outside, maybe I could get some respite up there. Do a few laps to try and tire myself out. Sounded like a plan. Better shake my moneymaker into gear and get up there.
The lift got me there in record time. Surprising, no-one else was up here. Maybe it was just me, maybe it wasn't the heat at all, maybe it was nerves. Worried about closing this deal. I sat down on the edge of the pool and dangled my legs in the water. Just enjoying the feel of good ol' H2O against my flesh. The water was cool but not cold, not a surprise considering the heat in today's sun.
But lets be honest, the reason I was just sitting here dangling my feet in the water was because I was stalling. I wanted to see if anyone else would come up here. I had forgetten to grab my bathers in my haste to get up here and test my brilliant idea. I didn't want to get my sweats and boxers wet so I was going to skinny dip. Should be safe, after all, it's 3.30am.
I got up after I was satisifed that no-one else had come up with the same great plan. It wasn't that I was embarressed about my body, I just didn't want to get thrown out of the hotel for indecent exposure. I placed my clothes on the edge of the pool and slipped in. The water felt cool against my skin. I started to do a slow freestyle, enjoying the water passing over me. This will help me get to sleep for sure.
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12-01-2002, 05:35 PM
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I lay naked on the bed, listening to the muted sounds of the city and the low hum of the air conditioner. I didn’t mind the heat, but sleep was still elusive. There was no real reason for my insomnia. My meetings had concluded earlier in the day with positive, even above average results. I had accomplished all of my objectives and them some. While those back-pats and the accompanying ego boost weren’t the reasons I did my job well, they were appreciated, and I looked forward to them. Despite all that I was restless, edgy—revved. That’s it. I was still humming, burning off the adrenaline rush of success.
Experimentally I stroked my own hand down the length of my naked form pausing to cup the full weight of my breasts, hovering over the planes of my stomach. I felt the slight, anticipated shivers of pleasure of my own touch, but it wasn’t what I wanted, and my fingers faltered before they slipped between my legs, to stroke the warm, slightly damp folds of my sex. I needed more than the good healthy orgasm I could give myself. I needed that breathless feel of being taken, of having lost control completely.
With a laugh I shook my head and rolled off the bed, landing lightly on the balls of my feet. It really was funny, me, here by myself in a strange city, in a nondescript hotel, wishing for a good hard bout of sex. “Not in the cards tonight girl,” I told myself as I looked at my reflection in the mirror across the room. I’d have to find some other way to burn off a little excess energy before I drifted off into sleep.
What did one do in a strange city at 3:30 am? Idly I picked up the hotel services brochure, thumbing through it, shaking my head at the idea of the nightclub, flipping past the local attractions. The sparkling water in the pictures of the pool caught my attention. I imagined the cool water sliding over my skin, arching my back slightly as I imagined the stretch of muscles as I moved through the water. Not hot, greedy sex, but maybe a swim was just the thing to take the edge off.
For a moment I considered not even bothering with a suit, I mean who else was going to have the sudden urge to swim in the roof top pool in the wee hours of morning? But modesty and common sense won out. I’d hate to cap off a very successful week by getting arrested for skinny-dipping in the hotel pool. The bikini was brief, and I chuckled to myself as I realized the black thong, and the small squares of material covering my breasts weren’t much of a concession to modesty. Enough to keep me from being arrested though, and thus attired I grabbed for my robe and headed for the roof.
The air was still warm with the heat of the day, and humidity kissed my skin making me sigh as I drew in deep breaths of the moist air. I stopped at the top of the stairs, growling a little when I realized there was already someone in the pool. I stepped into the shadow of the building, watching for a few minutes, hoping maybe he was just finishing up, that maybe I could still have the pool to myself.
As I stood in the shadows I watched the man in the pool, my lips curving as I took in the breath of his shoulders, the smooth muscles of his arms as he cut through the water. My interest peeked; I stepped a little closer, letting my eyes wander down the curve of his spine to his hips. It was just too delicious when I realized that my view was not obscured by even the briefest of swim trunks. “Well, well,” I murmured as I moved soundlessly down the steps to a seat near the pool's edge, “what have we here?”
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12-01-2002, 06:56 PM
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......I'm quietly anticipating more......
very nice beginning! ![Smilie](images/smilies/smile.gif)
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12-10-2002, 07:22 AM
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I have a confession, I'm a crap swimmer but right now I felt like I could take on Ian Thorpe such was the rythmn I had found myself in. Up and down the 25 metre pool I stroked, trying to tire myself out. But, and here is the kicker, I was enjoying the feel of the water flowing over my naked body and didn't want to stop despite being short of breath.
I was especially enjoying the flow around my privates. I suspect this has something to do with the fact that a couple of days ago I had trimmed all my pubes down to short stubble and shaved my ball sack clean of all hair. It felt great. The water flowing over me felt great. The feel of the light breeze kissing my butt when it broke the surface felt wonderful. I was starting to feel a lot more relaxed and, surprisingly, a little horny. I'm sure it had something to do with me swimming butt naked in a public swimming pool in the early hours of the morning. The thrill of being seen was a huge turn on.
I twisted through my stroke so that my manhood felt the cool air and rushing water at the same time. The way the water tossed and lapped at my cock and balls just heightened my excitment. The feeling of the water washing over my head, through my closely cropped hair and over my smooth chest also combined with the other sensations to cause my head to slightly spin.
I reached the end and tumble-turned and headed in the opposite direction. I stroked a little and then turned my head to catch some air and looked straight at a woman sitting at the pool's edge. I stopped immediately, water rudely interupted by my body going vertical, and stood upright not really sure what to do or say. I figured she had probably seen enough to know that I swimming as nature intended.
I bit my lip and was about to apologise when I noticed her attire. No hotel employee would be getting around in a robe unless they were sleeping here, which was possible but I doubted. I gave her a quick up and down and noticed the swell of her breasts pushing against the robe. I felt myself harden and quickly looked her back in the eye and gave her a crooked smile.
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01-01-2003, 05:54 AM
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OK, I'm opening this story up to all and sundry. I gather Chelle is a bit busy and I'd like to see when this story goes.
Should be interesting.
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He tumble-turned at the far end, and briefly I saw a flash of tight white butt reflect the moonlight. I but my bottom lip, to stop myself chuckling at the possibilities swimming through my head. What strange forces of nature had delivered two restless souls to this roof top at this hour?
Before I could entangle myself in internal debate on the existence of supernatural powers, he pulled up quickly, unable to hide the complete surprise on his face. Then composing himself, he managed a half-smile, refusing to let himself appear embarrased.
The boyish, coquettish grin broke me and i laughed, surprised at hearing it echo back from the city. Looking down deliberately I remarked " So it's warm in, then?".
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01-10-2003, 07:58 AM
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What could I do? Here I was, butt naked with a woman standing at the edge of the pool asking me if it was warm.
"Yeah, so warm I had to lose the swimmers" I responded, hoping that my quick wit might get me out of this jam that I currently found myself in.
The woman smiled and this put me at ease straight away. At least she found the situation amusing. If she was amused she wasn't likely to call security and have my ass thrown out of the hotel. After all, I had a meeting this morning.
I felt my whole body relax. This woman appeared to be cool about finding a naked man in a public pool in the early hours of the morning. For that I shoud consider myself lucky. I gave the woman the up and down again, pausing on her ample bosom for a little longer this time. Maybe my luck was in tonight in more ways than one. Maybe I'll get a look at massive bust.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll see more than just her tits.
"Just jump on in, the water is great" I told her, smiling.
Maybe tonight was going to be my lucky night.
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Ah, not just a tight-arse, but a smart-arse as well! I thought, smiling. Well whatever tonight was going to bring, the situation was definitely looking up. As was a certain someone. Oh, so he had noticed how ridiculous my investment in swimmers was, considering dollars per square centimetre of lycra...
I considered throwing off the robe and bikini then and there, just to see the look on his be-dropleted and, I have to say, pretty damn good-looking, face. But then realised that we could have a lot more fun than that. Turning around I found a banana chair to drape my robe over and let it slide from my shoulders with my back to him. Not a sound from the pool. Yep - he's watching. The night air kissed my barely concealed butt and I couldn't resist giving it a little shake as it lost the the last of the lusciously fluffy cotton.
I strode purposefully to the edge of the pool where he was, sure enough, still standing and dived right over his head. I love that feel when your body flies through the warm air and then is suddenly wet and cooled and not breathing.
I sailed peacefully underwater as long as my gulp of air held out, then surfaced and swum strongly to the far end of the pool. I ducked under water again to let my shoulder-length dark hair flow out smoothly behind me and turned around.
"Yeah. It's not bad."
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01-12-2003, 09:54 PM
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Sorry i've been so conspicuously absent...work and life have kept me hopping as of late...i'm glad some one picked up the thread....can't wait to see what happens next...
Hope that things will settle down a bit in the next few days....give me a chance to..ahh..get my feet wet again...*wicked grin*
~Kisses~
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Hi Sea Chelle
That someone was me. Now with ID because that slash that kept appearing with the apostrophe was starting to annoy me.
Glad you like the slow and steady wetward direction we're heading... come back in and play too...
kisses
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Is White Noise going to find himself swimming with Sea Chelle AND Mistress Mala? This is really getting interesting!
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The guys in the pub never believe me when I tell this story but I shit you not, this woman disrobed and, as it hit the ground, I ran my eyes up her shapely legs to her round but firm butt. If ever a thong had been designed for a woman's backside, this backside was it. It was the perfect shape and even I could tell from my position in the pool that is was rock hard, much like something else on me. She had a great thong butt and obviously knew it. The black garment sat perfectly and the waggle of her hips was a touch that I liked.
She turned on her heel and strode towards the edge of the pool. Her large breasts boucing as she walked, the small, tight fabric struggling to keep them in check. I hoped they would just break free and give me a glimpse.
She was good looking with a body made for sin. As she dived over me I wondered if her tits were actually fake as they almost seemed too big for her body. I quickly shook that thought from my head, what am I thinking? Her tits are too big?!?!
She was the kind of woman men fell over their tongues about. Dare I say it, she almost looked like high quality porn star. Great looks, firm bod, large breasts that defied gravity wearing next to nothing. She was hot, and she was swimming alone with me.
"Yeah," I smiled, "not too bad at all"
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We both stood there looking at each other, practically at opposite ends of the pool. Our eyes were mirroring the moon's shimmer on the water... or was that a just a wicked glint?
It felt like we were strangers at opposite ends of a 12-foot dining table, fully laden with candelabras and about to feast on a nine-course spread. And with any luck, I thought, the metaphor might even become more appropriate. He certainly was devourable.
I leaned back and sucked in the hot night air, lifting my chest up just high enough for the water to lap teasingly at my nipples. A few stars were defiantly shining through the city sky and twinkling mischievously down at the cleavage staring back up at them. I was well aware of the effect it had on men, not that this one looked like he needed too much more encouragement. “What a beautiful evening” I murmured dreamily, and I knew I was living one of those perfect moments that I should remember and treasure away, so as to be able to recall it later at the pub with my (jealous but amused) girlfriends.
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Warm weather and water always make me horny. They just go so well together and spell sex to me. I had been horny before this woman had shown up, once she had removed her robe I was bursting with the need for sex. The bikini she was wearing barely covered her - not that that was a bad thing, as far as I could see it was a very good thing.
I watched her at the other end of the pool, exposing her ample bosom above the waterline by arching her back. She was hot and she knew it. Her butt was firm, her tits were huge and her face was enchanting. I wondered if it would look that way when a shaft was balls deep in her mouth. She looked too pretty to be a cocksucker but her body was made to do nasty things to men (and maybe women) and maybe I, and my dick, was going to get lucky.
She stood there, parading her breasts to the me and the sky, her head resting on the edge of the pool. I could see her nipples were hard and hoped that it was through excitement rather than the cooling breeze on her wet chest. Man, they were big tits. I had always considered myself a leg and ass man but staring at these was quickly changing my mind. I tried to picture what she would look like riding my cock cow-girl style, those large cans boucing up and down in time with our fucking, her long hair flying around her face as she whipped herself up into a frenzy, begging me to do her harder, faster.
My cock was bulging, throbbing at the thought. Do I move closer to her? She'll notice my hard-on pretty quickly. That might scare her off, maybe she is just teasing.
She looked at me and smiled.
Shit, I wish she'd make a move, then I'd know one way or the other.
I smiled back, praying her breasts would come free of the flimsy bikini top. Praying she'd want to play with my cock and demand I suck her taunt, massive boobs.
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"Fuck! Is he ever going to make a move, or is he just going to sit there grinning like a Cheshire cat?"
I was pretty sure this sexy stranger didn't intend to leave the evening's exercise at just a few gentle laps of the pool, but then again, who knows? He could be a happily married man on a business trip indulging in a little fantasy of possibilities but with no intention to follow through. He certainly wasn't making his intentions clear.
Well, damn it, I was going to find out one way or the other. There was no point in letting this go to waste, and my girlfriends would never forgive me if the story ended here. Actually my pussy would never forgive me either because in the state it was in it wasn't going to let me get any sleep until it had been seriously satisfied.
There was no way I could read his face from where I was, so I started slowly side-stroking down the pool, watching his face the whole way. He was certainly showing no intention of resuming the beautiful rhythm he had attained earlier, and watched me the whole way too.
I stopped right in front of him where I could get a closer look. Unashamedly I let my eyes go for a bit of a wander, after all, he'd made no secret of mentally undressing me, (though I realise that didn't require a whole lot of effort given what I was wearing).
I knew I'd like what I saw. Beautifully rounded shoulders with football player biceps. They didn’t scream, “I pump too much iron and am a vain cock-head” though, just that he was a damn healthy specimen of a man, who probably played sport with his mates on the weekend. His body reminded me of a Karate Sensei I once dated. (Now he was indeed sensational… and the ways he could bend his body… but I digress). His hair was all spiky and dishevelled from the water and made his cute freckles even cuter. I think he knew he had a charming face, because he was just giving me an innocent, boyish look which just made you want to turn it into a hungry, nasty, passionate, thrusting one. His best features though, were his intense blue eyes. They were watery and shimmery as the pool, yet deep and thoughtful and framed by gorgeous dark wet lashes. Many women have sailed to their peril enchanted by those eyes, I thought.
I pretended to be distracted by something at the edge of the roof, and let my eyes slip back to his pecs. Was that his heartbeat I could see, or was I imagining it? I played hopscotch with my eyes jumping down his six-pack, and oh yes, I hadn’t been wrong earlier; I was pretty sure it wasn’t that big when the water was cold. Well that at least was a good sign.
He still hadn’t said anything, but I think he was amused at how unabashed I was in checking him out. Lines like “So, do you come here often?” raced through my head, but I didn’t like the sound of any of them, and he looked too classy for that kind of crap, so I just looked back up and arched a saucy eyebrow at him.
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