Summer Interlude

It had become a ritual in the warm evenings after the blazing summer sun had set for me to slip into the empty guest room on the terrace overlooking the swimming pool and wait for Maya to come out for a swim.  Now the scorching sun had set, and the parched desert air was pleasantly warm, everything glowing golden amber by the light of distant clouds gleaming orange and red against a tranquil turquoise sky.  My heart thumped heavily with anticipation as at last she stepped onto the patio and made her way to the pool.

I ogled her as she strode across the stone terrace—her resplendently bronzed body pinched slightly by a slender black bikini stretched tight over her full breasts, wide hips, and gentle swell at the junction of her her thighs.  Pausing at the pool’s edge she turned, giving me the opportunity to admire her richly tanned backside and slim waist, feminine hips, slender but muscular legs.  She laid a towel on a waiting bench, slipped a pair of thin sandals off her tanned feet, and slowly descended the pool’s steps into the crystalline water.  My breathing stuttered and the steady drumming in my chest grew intense as she plunged under the water a moment, then emerged holding the thin black fabric that had been embracing the fleshy folds of her sex.  Sinking again until her head bobbed just above the shimmering surface, she stripped off the fabric covering her abundant breasts, wadded all the material together and left the little bundle on the stone coping at the water’s edge.

Standing in the shadow of a corner near the room’s large, tinted sliding-glass door, I watched lustfully as the dusky form of her naked body splashed back-and-forth across the pool.  Although distorted and obscured by the rippling water, my imagination rendered an image of a voluptuous young woman, her olive skin sunbaked and bronzed except for pale bodacious breasts, beauteous rump, and slender cleft in the smoothly shaved mound at the junction of her legs still untouched by the sun’s searing rays.  A sublime beauty, eminently desirable and unattainable.  Shuddering with every thump of my pounding heart, my stiff and swollen manhood straining uncomfortably against his confining khaki shorts, I resisted a strong urge to release him from his confinement and whack him to a quick orgasm, release an abundance of pent-up sexual tension.

Unsettled now by my lecherous stalking and believing she had revealed as much as she was going to, I planned—as usual—a stealthy escape to a secluded place where I could privately indulge my salacious fantasies.  Experience had taught me that she’d retrieve the cast-off bikini, put it back on under the water before climbing the stairs out of the pool, then wrap the giant towel she’d left on the bench around her before slipping the sandals under her feet and disappear into the evening.  But just as I was preparing my withdrawal, she breached the water’s surface and I caught an unexpected glimpse of a pale, naked breast, then she turned and plunged into the water again, her bare rump rising into the air a moment before disappearing again.  Fixated on her now, nothing couldn’t tear me away from the scene in the hope of getting another glimpse of her coveted intimate anatomy.

“She’s lovely isn’t she,” a sensuous voice suddenly reverberated through the room.

“Oh, damn!” I yelped in startled embarrassment, turned to find Karina standing in the room’s open door, lighted by the pale orange radiance of the fading day.  “Ahh… gawd,” I groaned, an icy tingling splashed over me, twisting my guts and deflating my well-prepared manhood.  I hung my head to stare at the gleaming floor in humiliation as she softly stepped across the shimmering polished stone towards me.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a shame—creeping around like this,” she stopped close to me cringing in the shadows and peered through the large glass door at Maya splashing back-and-forth across the swimming pool, shook her head sadly.

“Ah… I don’t know what to say.  I’m sorry,“ I mumbled apologetically.

“Sorry?  She’s incredibly sexy, I get it!” she came close and stood on tip toes to whisper in my ear, “I honestly can’t say I blame you.”

“Ah… wha… what?” I stuttered in disbelief, stared bewildered into her dark eyes.

“I understand, really, I do.  I can imagine how hard it must be to be confined out here in the middle of this desert wasteland, so close to her all day every day but unable to touch her,” she looked up at me and pouted sympathetically.  “But even if you could, even if she’d let you—and she won’t—she wouldn’t give you what you really want.”

“What do you mean by that?” I grumbled.

“You want a girl to toy with, a woman’s body to use like a plaything,” her dark eyes flared orange in the fading daylight and she glared up at me standing dumbfounded in the shadows. “She’s not going to let you toy with her, otherwise you’d be out there fucking.”

“What!  Whoa—that’s not right—I’m not like that!” I retorted in embarrassment.

“Oh?  Sure, you are—and deep inside you know it too.  I know what young guys want,” she said understandingly, slipped her right arm around me, gently rubbed my back, and massaged my shoulder.

“Oh, really?  So, what is it I want?” A weird, queasy feeling began to bubble up inside me and a singularly inappropriate desire seized my imagination.  I’d harbored an intense attraction to her since the day we first met—an attraction I’d stubbornly refused to acknowledge—an attraction that now was preventing me from bolting from the room in disgrace.

“You need a woman that knows what you want and loves giving it to you—someone that isn’t interested in a long-term commitment from you,” she replied bluntly, her suddenly wide, dark eyes glowing oddly red as she spoke.

“Um… a woman like you?” I asked quietly, a steady, hard drumming in my chest beginning again, a warm wave renewing my erection.

“Well… yes.  I’d be perfect for you." She stared intently up at me, her eyes burning, her chest heaving as her breath grew steadily deeper.  Dropping her left hand to the fly of my shorts she squeezed the growing bulge behind the tough fabric, then began rubbing the length of the swelling shaft with the palm of her hand.  I reached for the hand massaging my stiffening erection, intent on seizing it, but gently caressed the arm instead.  All apprehension was cast aside now, and she hastily unbuttoned and peeled away the confining pants and their accompanying briefs, releasing my rigid manhood to protrude arrogantly into the glowing red radiance bathing the room.  “Umm,” she groaned wantonly, “I see you think I’m perfect for you too!” she grinned.

My breathing grew deep and labored as Karina wrapped her slender fingers around my now thick and stiff manhood, slowly began to slide her hand back and forth, fondling his length.  Caressing her back and slender shoulder with my left hand, I placed my right hand on my hip, subtlety began thrusting with each of her delicate strokes.  Then, unexpectedly, she suddenly clenched my tender testicles and squeezed the base of my erect penis tight in her hand and my thoroughly engorged hardon swelled torturously, the twisting blue-green vein running his length bulged grossly, his swollen maroon head straining against the sudden flood of blood flared obscenely.  “Ooo… ouch!” I barked in serious pain.  She giggled in amusement, released her strong grip and the torment slowly subsided.  My erection returned to his normal rigid self, and she renewed her soft stroking—but we both knew she was in firm control.

The room was filled now with pale red light from the distant clouds gleaming red by the sun’s last radiance.  My heart thumped steadily, my breath deep and labored as Karina sternly slipped her hand back and forth over my firm masculinity.  “Ahh… he’s very handsome,” she groaned, “I knew he would be, you’re so much like your fa—“ catching herself she looked up at me a moment grinning awkwardly, then turned her attention back to her stroking, increasing the tempo.  “It’s too bad, really—poor Maya doesn’t know what she’s missing,” she commented nonchalantly.

Maya!  I suddenly recalled her swimming naked just a short distance beyond the glass door.  Turning my attention to her again my heart raced as I saw her bobbing up and down in the sparkling water, coming towards us from the deep end of the pool while Karina’s hand steadily pumped me closer to orgasm.  Resting my hand on Karina’s shoulder the rhythmic twitching of her arm steadily increased with the tempo of her stroking, a raw sensation beginning to sting the sensitive head of my erection.  Fixated on Maya as she bobbed ever closer, I began to feel an inevitable climax approach like warm waves sloshing up from below, lifting me up off the cool, stone floor for a moment, then gently setting me back down again.

My body tensed in expectation of my coming ejaculation when, out of the blue, Maya stood in the middle of the swimming pool, water cascading over her naked body, and at last a true image of her plump olive breasts with large dark areoles and nipples, her full round hips, and a strip of thick, dark hair nestled between her legs was finally fleshed out.  My heart skipped a beat and my breath stuttered as she waded through the water, wringing out her wet hair, climbed the pool’s stair, then turned and bent over to pick up the discarded bikini and sandals, revealing the dark, fleshy folds of her sex and puckered sphincter between pale olive butt cheeks.

The steady beating of Karina’s delicate but diligent hand suddenly jerked me to orgasm, and strong spasms forced long ropes of sticky semen to spurt from the little mouth in my erection’s swollen head to hit the gleaming polished stone floor with subtle splats.  My body convulsed and my vision faded into grey fog as Karina’s hand continued vigorously stroking my tender hardon.  Stinging shocks raced through me until I buckled at the waste, and the beating hand slowed to a gentle caress.

When the fog cleared and my convulsions ended—my hands and feet tingling, my pink and swollen penis raw—Maya had disappeared into the purple evening, the orange twilight having passed into violet night sinking everything into purple haze.  Karina continued gently massaging my tender sex organ until it hung long and thick but limp, then squeezed a last sticky dollop of semen from my flaccid manhood’s little drooling mouth onto her finger.  “Perfect…” she said grinning, stood close to me on tip toes and whispered quietly in my ear, “Now you don’t have to creep around alone,” then sucked the little glistening glob of cum from her finger.