I lived in the middle east for a year. The company had a swimming pool and facilities which were well used by employees and their families.
A regular event in the pool was a game of free-for-all water polo. I was confident in water and enjoyed splashing around and diving and grabbing the ball. One girl about 17yrs old was less confident but keen to be involved. She took a shine to me and often jumped on my back when I had the ball. I would pretend to find her a tough opponent and therefore difficult to remove from my back. The way she clung to me told me she was happy not be shaken off.
After a few games on different days, the clinging to my back happened before the ball came anywhere near. I would reach round and grab her legs, slide my hands up and onto her bum, into her bikini and expect her to kick away. But no.
Emboldened, I slipped my hands round to the front of her bikini and still she clung on. Even tighter. My fingers slipped into her bikini and into her very hot and wet pussy. Still she clung to me. All the time, a game of chase the ball and splash people was going on. The only game I was really playing involved my fingers in a girl's pussy. I knew she liked it but we had no conversation before or after 'the game'. It was as if the game of splash/polo was a pretext for sexual behaviour and that was all she wanted.
This continued over many days. I got to look forward to the game and her arrival.
Sometimes she didn't turn up but when she did, she made a bee-line for me and leapt onto my back. My hands were often already behind me, and she pulled her bikini to one side as she made contact, my fingers sliding straight into her pussy and staying there for ages (20 minutes at a time I guess). She would often reach around and hold my cock in my trunks, slipping her hand inside and stroking me. And all the time she and I were splashing about playing this game of water polo/rugby. I was pretty sure she orgasmed on occasion after waiting for the ball to come near us and filling in the wait by me masturbating her like mad. I remember her legs gripping me tightly and her breathing coming hard and fast as she came (I guess).
Nothing else happened apart from this prolonged masturbation in public with (I guess) no one else knowing what was going on.
I fantasised that she came back to my flat and got naked etc... but no, THAT never happened.
This went on over a number of weeks... and then one day she never came and I never saw her again.
Hmm such happy memories...
I know her dad worked for Pan Am but will not say exactly where this happened... but if you read this... you know who you are. We're talking 30 odd years ago.
Thanks for a wonderful few weeks! xxx