The spots in my vision remained for another minute while my eyes adjusted again to the dark. The low accent lighting was still on around the pool only now the pool’s underwater lights glowed. I was still looking around the patio looking for Jean and absorbing the elegance of the patio when I heard soft padding footsteps in quick succession.
I saw her running toward the pool in my periphery and snapped my head in that direction in time to catch her leap up as graceful as a deer and dive into the pool. In that instant, I realized she wasn’t wearing her dress. That explained the rustling sounds. The low lighting kept her pretty well hidden as did my still recovering night vision.
The splash sound she made was small as she swam daily and enjoyed diving that started in high school. She won a few championships both at the county and state levels but declined invitations to try out for Olympic competition. I looked into the pool. She was swimming back toward me and in the soft glow of the pool lights, I couldn’t see that she was wearing anything. My heart started pounding in my chest and my breathing was changing as my own anticipation rose. She got to the edge of the pool and rose up to lay her arms over the edge to prop herself up but not allowing any more of her to be seen.
“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to offer up some of that champagne?” she asked in a playful tone. I came to my senses and now with my night vision restored, found and headed over to the wet bar near the glass doors. I searched for and found two glasses. I also found a wine chiller under the counter and put one of the bottles in. I looked over to her and she had moved over to this side of the pool still with her arms up on the edge of the pool looking at me. I calmed myself a little before I spoke.
“It will take a few minutes to chill the bubbly. They got a bit warm.” I said.
“There’s some beer and coolers in the fridge back behind you. If you would please, bring me a cooler?” she said.
I turned and opened the door to the refrigerator and took two coolers out, opened them and walked over to where she was and handed her one. She looked up at me and smiled a thank you and I took a seat at the nearest table. I slammed mine down. My mind was racing and things had gotten a little too clear. I wanted that muzzy feeling again.
“Why don’t you come on in. The water’s fine.” She said with a coquettish smile. I just looked at her in wonderment.
‘This woman seems to want you like you want her.’ I thought to myself.
“C’mon!” she said. “Go for it!” I didn’t move. “Don’t make me come over there.” She said in a mock stern tone. I wished she would.
I knew she was referring to my reluctance to get into the pool but my mind twisted it into an invitation to show my prowess. Then I smiled as I realized that she had already taken care of that. I had nothing to prove. Her actions toward me proved that already. She couldn’t have any children and neither of us wanted to start our lives over from the beginning.
On top of that we’re both single and are strongly attracted to each other. She is beautiful in my eyes and I wanted to do more for her than just rut in bed with her. I wanted to care about and for her. I asked myself if I wanted to be cared for by her and would she accept me caring for her? That seemed to cause me a slight hesitation before answering those thoughts.
There it was. Would I allow us to care for each other intimately? I looked over to her again. She smiled that loving smile after finishing her cooler. ‘How could I not care and love and nurture this woman?’ I thought to myself. I nodded to myself after a moment. I could. Would she? After another few moments looking at her and considering, I made up my mind. She is a woman with needs and wants. I’m a man with needs and wants. To hell with society!
So I stood up and began removing my clothes. When I finished undressing I stood at the edge of the pool naked. I heard a small gasp and she caught her breath. I turned and looked at her and saw her surprised look with a hand to her mouth. It was too dark to tell where she was looking but it didn’t take much to figure out her head wasn’t tilted up toward my face. Her expression was an answer. To which question though? I dove into the pool knowing she was following with her gaze.
I swam to the far end, hit the wall and pushed off reversing direction and swam toward her. Under water I could see that she wasn’t standing up but rather she kept herself submerged up to her neck. She still wore her stockings with the garter bands around her thighs but no panties or bra. My cock came to attention quickly and then some.
As she turned to follow me swimming toward her she had her legs bowed slightly. As I got closer, I could see that she was trimmed and partially shaved. Her breasts looked wonderful floating free of any constraining garments. I got closer still and could now make out the large swell of her labia. She was plumped and my cock was now in the most intense erection I could ever recall having.
I broke the surface a few feet away from her in a quick upward movement to stand on my feet. When I stood up the water came to my stomach and I looked straight at her. She still had a hand up to her mouth but now biting down on two fingers and an incredulous look on her face. I continued to just stand there waiting for her to make the next move. She looked into my eyes and seemed to read my mind. She came to me.
She stood and walked over to me never breaking eye contact and lowered her hand from her face. Her wet breasts glistened as the water flowed down them. The droplets sparkled when they fell free and the soft pool light fluctuating across her body gave her a more exotic and erotic visage. She held both her hands out to me as if beckoning.
She reached me and wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted herself up and deposited a deep, long, wet kiss on my lips. I stood there kissing her without moving, her breasts pressing into me. My cock again twinged and jumped and she felt it and caught her breath again. I wanted to make sure she wanted this so I stood there unmoving and unresponsive.
When she broke the kiss and pulled back, I saw a glimmer of trepidation begin in those beautiful green eyes. I knew she did want this and I slowly brought my arms around to encircle her in a loving, protective embrace. As I did, her pupils dilated even further and she kissed me hungrily this time, our tongues dancing passionately. In that moment, we ceased to be Aunt and Nephew.
After we came up for air our breathing was pretty ragged as though we had been running from the Hounds of Hell and out of breath. Without words she brought her legs up and wrapped them around me. She reached around behind and under her taking my cock in hand to guide it towards her pussy. Her eyes grew big at first as she wrapped her hand around my shaft.
With a seductive smile on her face she nudged the tip to her opening and she began to slide it between her folds. She wanted it right then. I dropped my hands to her lower back for support. Pulling with her legs she began to bear down in impatience. I felt a familiar pulse through my cock as my pre-cum began to slowly flow to the tip. She released the tension in her legs and repeated the action again. This time the head slipped past her opening with a little less friction.
She moaned softly and stopped to savor being penetrated again. It had been a long time since she had made love. A long time indeed for both of us. As I slid into her a little deeper each time she bore down, it was sending wave after wave of pleasure through us. So long have I denied myself this simple act of loving. She bore down again interrupting my reverie. She wasn’t tight like a woman in her twenties but she was snug and after each attempt to bear down I was still penetrating deeper inside. She stopped each time to accommodate herself to me.
Jean started moving up and down in short movements trying to increase my depth into her. The water wasn’t helping as it diluted both our juices when my shaft slid out. Her eyes closed, she was a picture of exotic, aroused concentration as she kept the short movements going to make me impale her deeper. With only half of me inside, she wanted more and with more urgent thrusting, she was getting it. I felt a sudden rise in heat as her lubricating juices flooded around my cock suddenly.
With this, she’d given over any inhibitions and I slid deeper. I moved my hands down onto her hips now and helped push her down on me in my own impatience. At this moment, I slid completely into her. She moaned more loudly as she was coming close to her peak already. Her hands came from around my neck and grabbed for my shoulders, her nails digging in as she rocked her hips more and more.
I felt a fluttering around my cock and then hard contractions. I pulled her down harder on each thrust forcing our pubic bones to grind. Her head fell back and a low stuttering moaning wail came from her throat as she convulsed in a sweet orgasm of delight.
It wasn’t an earth shattering orgasm from all appearances but it was a deep one. One she needed. Her breathing slowed after a couple of minutes but her pussy was still contracting often. I held her hips down and let her orgasm play out. Her grip on my shoulders became weak and I quickly shifted my hands up behind her back to support her.
I let her lay back and “float” making sure to keep her head above water. Her limp arms slid into the water and floated out from her sides. The grip her legs had around me also lessened. I slowly moved us around so I could lean against the edge of the pool. Once there I gently lifted one leg at a time with one hand onto the edge of the pool while supporting her with the other. I supported her in this position for a few minutes letting her enjoy the ecstasy of her moment in time.
I hadn’t cum and being buried to the hilt in her and watching her float was intensely erotic to say the least. This kept me hard throughout and was becoming uncomfortable. I pulled her legs off the edge of the pool and held them against my sides keeping her knees bent. In this position I could lean back and rest against the side of the pool and she could float without any support under her back.
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