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The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!

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It used to be so constrained. Veronica Aguilar was a very affectionate person, by nature. She was also a very sexual person, by nature. She learned that about herself in high school. But in doing so, she also realized the challenges that came with pursuing such passions.

Having such traditional, uptight parents, it was challenging to talk about sex. It was even more challenging to actually pursue it, especially after inheriting her mother’s shapely feminine figure. Veronica still managed to rise to that challenge, finding creative ways to be intimate with her lovers.

Sometimes, that required lying about where she was and who she was with for extended periods.

Sometimes, that required making good use of any time in which her activities wouldn’t be scrutinized.

But for most of her adult life, Veronica was always being scrutinized by someone and not just her parents. She had been the first among her three siblings to go to college and actually graduate. She was also the first to actually find a stable job at a government think tank. Navigating all of that while still seeking the intimate company of others proved a difficult balancing act – one her friends, relatives, and younger sister often failed to manage.

It had been so stressful for so many years. But that was the past. Now, Veronica found herself in an unfamiliar, but intriguing position.

“I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow morning. Do you?” asked Alan Kruse, a dashingly handsome young man she’d met through a dating app.

It was such a simple question. Many men had asked it in some form, often flirtatiously and suggestively. And in every instance, Veronica had to give them a disappointing answer, even when she was very much in the mood.

But this time was different.

This time, she had no morning classes to attend, no exams to study for, and no job to get to at the crack of dawn.

For once, she could smile at this handsome man within her grasp and answer with complete honesty.

“Nope!” Veronica said proudly. “There’s no need to hurry.”

“Good,” said Alan with an excited grin, “because you strike me as a woman who values time…especially for moments like this.”

He drew her in closely and kissed her, snaking an arm around her waist while caressing the side of her face. Veronica purred softly and melted under his touch, her legs becoming weak and her inner thighs becoming hot.

It was a familiar predicament, being in the arms of an attractive man on a Friday night just outside his apartment. This wasn’t even her first time hooking up with Alan, but it was only their fourth official date. And they’d had sex after the second.

But that experience had a frustrating time constraint, having happened the night before her Aunt Anita’s wedding – once again requiring that they be mindful of her time, if only to avoid the risk of showing up disheveled in front of her family. It was still enjoyable, having convinced Veronica that Alan was a lover worth pursuing. Now, here was an opportunity to see how great sex could be when it didn’t have to be rushed or constrained.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” Veronica whispered seductively into his ear. “Let’s make some sweet, unrushed moments together.”

She sense Alan’s face light up without seeing it. He now knew that he was getting laid tonight and so was she. But unlike other overeager men she’d been with, he didn’t rush them up into his building and into his apartment. He just kept his arm securely around her waist and led the way, offering affectionate gestures to build up the mood between them.

That did make a difference. Because that mood escalated quickly.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered to him while on the elevator – and with three people in front of them, no less.

Alan replied with a tactful grin before giving her butt a light squeeze, a subtle way of letting her know he shared the sentiment.

They maintained that subtlety the rest of the way to his apartment. Even after entering with him, there was no sudden urgency to get naked, get in bed, and get down to their sexy business. She and Alen just kept kissing and embracing, enjoying the affectionate gestures that conveyed the extent of their desire to one another.

At one point, Alan still removed his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Shortly after, Veronica set aside her purse and slipped out of her heels. She knew where his bedroom was and how much noise they could make without upsetting the neighbors. But she didn’t agonize over how much or how little her family scrutinized her private life, nor did she concern herself with the hour of the night.

She and Alan let their bodies go on autopilot – their lust, desire, and affection guiding them for what awaited.

“I really need this,” Veronica said through a light gasp.

“And I’m happy to give it to you,” Alan replied.

She doubted he understood the subtext of her words. Just needing sex was one thing. Needing an unrushed, unconstrained experience with a good lover was something else entirely. Alan could only grasp that to a point, having come from a less traditional background with a family that didn’t give him a curfew on prom night. But he didn’t have to in order to make this feeling count.

Veronica let this handsome man embrace that feeling with her. Through their kissing and touching, they eventually did make it to his bedroom. They didn’t bother closing the door or excess tact – an unfamiliar feeling for her, having snuck more than one lover into her dorm room in college. They even dared to settle down somewhat, sitting down at the foot of his bed – her legs casually draped over his lap.

It was an odd feeling, not ripping off each other’s clothes to ensure they had enough time for the fun stuff. They had plenty of time. And Veronica intended to use it.

In that spirit, an idea came to her.

“Sit back,” she said to him. “I’m gonna strip for you.”

“Is that something else you need?” Alan asked coyly.

“It’s more like…something I’m happy to give to you, as well.”

The handsome man just kept grinning, leaning back on his arms to give her room to work. He had no idea how much she was acting on a whim or how unfamiliar these circumstances were for her. But she didn’t let it show. For all he knew, she gave a sexy striptease to every man she slept with.

Veronica let him make that assumption as she slipped off his lap, stood in front of him, and channeled her inner stripper. She’d once been to a strip club with some college friends of hers. She knew what it entailed. But with no loud music, drunk men, or elaborate outfits, she could do it her way.

“Look at me…watch me…think about all the wonderful ways we’re going to enjoy each other’s sex,” said Veronica in a sexually charged voice.

In her head, her favorite dance song started playing – the beat, the lyrics, and the rhythm echoing within her mind. She began swaying and dancing, showing off the feminine curves of her hips and the cleavage that her tight-fitting black dress barely contained. Even without music, Alan was entranced. He watched with an attentiveness that only further motivated Veronica.

Once she set the mood, she began peeling off her clothes. But she made it a point to go slowly and sensually, starting by pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulder and sliding it down her frame. Every bit of skin acted as a brief tease, followed by a greater reveal. By the time the dress was down at her ankles, leaving her in a simple pair of lace bra and panties, the air in the room felt noticeably hotter. And Alan clearly sensed it too.

“Damn,” he said under his breath as he took in her half-naked form.

Veronica grinned playfully and slipped back onto his lap, straddling his waist so that her pelvis grinded against his – allowing her to feel the growing hardness in his pants. She welcomed his touch on her newly exposed skin. She also invited him to join her in her unclothed state.

“Want my help getting out of those itchy clothes?” she offered.

“I wouldn’t mind in the slightest,” Alan replied.

Still leaning back on his arms, he kissed her lips softly and let her continue the erotic display. Like she’d done with her dress, Veronica was slow, yet thorough in undressing her lover – undoing each button of his dress shirt, gently guiding it off his well-toned upper body, and undoing the belt on his pants. He accommodated her every action, tossing the crumbled-up shirt across the room and lifting his hips so that she could get his pants off. Once down to his underwear, the extent of his arousal became clear and tangible.

“Enjoying the show?” Veronica asked coyly while glancing at his bulging erection.

“I certainly am,” Alan answered. “Although some parts of me are enjoying it more than others.”

“I can see that,” she said. “I too have body parts that are getting rather impatient.”

“There’s still no need to hurry.”

“I don’t plan to. But let’s not ignore our shared priorities.”

That was a creative way of saying they were both very horny and very ready for sex. Veronica’s mind might be eager to take things easy for once, but her body reminded her that she still had critical needs. And some needs required greater urgency.

The elaborate striptease gave way to more direct foreplay. She and Alan fell back on the bed together – kissing, touching, groping, and fondling one another in a sexually charged fervor. This quickly resulted in their underwear coming off – starting with Veronica’s bra, followed by Alan’s boxers, and ending with her on her back while he slid off her panties.

Once fully nude, the heat of their desire became more tangible. She could feel his hardened penis pressing against her, the manly flesh aching for her feminine warmth. And at one point, Alan slipped his hand between her thighs and lightly cupped her vulva, feeling the contours of her outer folds and the extent of her arousal.

“You’re so wet,” Alan said to her.

“You’re so hard,” Veronica said right back to him.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“Do it!” she said intently. “But please…take your time. Enjoy this with me.”

“I will. I promise.”

Many men made promises, especially in the presence of naked women. But Alan struck her as a man who valued keeping promises, especially when he had a naked woman within his grasp. She decided to trust that he would keep it. Whatever followed would be theirs to cherish.

This handsome, dedicated man set the right tone. He lightly grasped her hips, laid her in the center of the bed atop the covers, and got on top of her – aligning his naked body with hers, parting her legs and angling his hips in just the right way. Veronica was already breathing heavily, lightly grasping his neck as she planted her feet firmly on the bed, beckoning him with her eyes to enter her and fill this need.

Alan heeded this call, not diverting her gaze for an instant as he guided his hardened penis into her. The familiar feeling of fleshly penetration followed, sending equally familiar sensations coursing through her body. He went slower than usual, savoring every bit of her moist depths. And once their union was complete, a new feeling took over.

Desire turned to action.

Intent became real.

Veronica was having sex with this man, but without urgency or concern. It gave a distinct spirit to this intimate act she loved so much.

“Wow…” she gasped in daze.

“Yeah…wow,” Alan grinned as instincts took over.

His amazement was likely different from hers, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his promise. Their bodies now entwined, he began working his hips – humping, thrusting, and moving that manly from of his in a manner that perfectly complemented their shared want for this feeling. He quickly built up a rhythm, but didn’t let it get too rapid or rough. He took a quality over quantity approach to their sex, making every intimate enmeshing of their flesh count.

It was amazing.

It felt so good – better than Veronica could’ve imagined.

“That’s it! Ooh that’s it!” she gasped. “Just like that! Just…like…that!”

This was usually the part of sex where she let herself go – forgetting whatever constraints that bound her, ignoring whatever scrutiny she happened to be dealing with, and just enjoy this simple act of great pleasure. It was her way of rewarding herself for achieving the desires that the world seemed intent on tempering.

But this time, Veronica found herself taking in every minute detail of this experience. She kept her eyes wide open, even as Alan buried his face in her neck as their bodies rocked. And she eagerly trailed her fingers over every sinew of her lover’s back, matching the thoroughness of his efforts. This revealed a new dimension of sex and intimacy – a unique feeling that could only come with a focused, but unrushed mentality.

“This is it,” Veronica said under her breath. “This is the feeling I wanted…needed…craved.”

It wasn’t raucous, ravenous, or strenuous. The bed didn’t shake hard, nor did their bodies strain with the various thrusts, humps, and movements. Veronica was used to sex being such a workout. Going slowly and carefully allowed for a much more drawn out experience.

“Veronica…you’re incredible…beautiful…wonderful!” Alan panted.

She found herself smiling widely. Usually, when she had sex and things got intense, there would be a lot of dirty talk and profanity. She often encouraged it, matching every crude remark her lover said in the heat of the moment.

But there was something oddly refreshing about hearing such tame words from her lover. It nicely reflected a gentler, less crude brand of sex. That perfectly fit the tone of this act. Veronica supplemented it even more by wrapping her legs around his waist, adding some extra force to his thrusts, and whispering affectionate words right into his ear.

“Alan…you’re a man of your word,” she said to him. “I’m already…so close.”

Hearing this, he intensified the rhythm, but only slightly. Their naked bodies kept moving and grinding together, the inner muscles of her vagina tensing more as she neared her waiting climax. But rather than grab onto his shoulders as though he were the edge of a cliff, Veronica just closed her eyes and moaned deeply as she came.

It felt as good as any orgasm should feel.

It filled her with that familiar rush of pleasure – her toes curling, her lower body burning, and her heart racing as pure ecstasy flowed through her.

But there was something more satisfying to this feeling – an added level of awareness to its beauty that she had never been able to grasp. It didn’t just make for better sex. It was like finding a new world within a world.

“My God…” Veronica gasped.

“Easy there, beautiful,” said Alan, steading their bodies briefly. “Are you okay?”

It came off as a question in jest. But her beaming smile was dead serious. This man had no idea what he had just given her, beyond the simple pleasures of sex. But he didn’t need to understand. She just needed him to keep sharing in this moment.

“I’m more than okay…much more!” she answered.

Veronica kissed him deeply to further allay any concerns. He kissed back, happy to continue their sex. Having done his part to set the tone and mood, she offered to share the effort. And without saying a word, Alan accepted.

Her legs still wrapped around him, she rolled him over so that she was on top. From there, using her newfound leverage, she began riding him in a steady succession of sexual motions. Like him, she made every movement count – allowing him to enjoy the feeling while admiring her naked body. But even with that steady, unrushed pace, the pressure built quickly. He too was ready to climax.

“Veronica…I’m close too!” he gasped. “Almost…there…oh God!”

His release was a bit more vocal than hers. He let out that deep, masculine moan that Veronica found so erotic – grasping her hips, closing eyes, and soaking in ecstasy of the hot release that followed.

She just kept smiling down at him affectionately, lightly pawing his chest as she felt their hot sexual fluids mix inside her depths. It added to the overall feeling – intimacy, ecstasy, and affection all taking a real form. Veronica gladly savored it with him, even guiding his hands to her breasts while he processed the feeling.

While he caught his breath, she laid on top of him and casually kissed around his unshaven face. Alan kept grinning widely as he embraced her as well, the added depth of the feeling subsuming him as well.

“Sometimes…it’s good to take things slow,” he said distantly. “To really take time to be careful…thoughtful…and patient.”

“You have no idea,” Veronica found herself saying. “I sure as hell didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

Veronica bit her lower lip, not entirely realizing what she’d just said. It didn’t affect the mood or temper their naked embrace. But it was a reminder that she’d spent much of her life approaching sex with urgency and constraints. Now, she had a newfound appreciation for just enjoying the moment for all its worth.

“Nothing,” she said, already initiating a fresh round of foreplay. “Now, come on! I’m up for more sex if you are. After all…there’s no need to hurry.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!

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The clock on the living room wall read 11:50 p.m. Janine Ultman knew time was working against them. Her husband and long-time lover, Bryce Ultman, knew it too. So, as soon as she walked through the front door, they had to act fast.

It didn’t matter that she was still in the overpriced work clothes she’d so diligently put on earlier that morning.

It didn’t matter that he had been home since six, patiently waiting for her in the raggedy sweatpants and muscle shirt he often wore this time of year.

They had both had a long week and had every excuse to just curl up in bed, fall asleep, and wait until morning to do anything. But none of those excuses mattered because tonight was Friday night. And Friday night was their sex night. Even with only ten minutes to act, they had no excuses.

“Sorry I’m late, hun,” Janice told him as soon as she entered the front door.

“Don’t apologize yet. We still have time,” Bryce told her, meeting her in the foyer before she could remove her coat.

“We’ll be cutting it real close,” she warned him.

“I’m up for the challenge if you are.”

“I’d hoped you’d say that.”

She cast him a knowing grin. He grinned right back at her, his hands already on her shoulders as she set her coat aside. Bryce had been sitting on the stairs waiting for her, clearly fighting off the urge to fall asleep on the couch. She’d texted him a half-hour ago, letting him know that her meeting ran late and traffic was terrible. She didn’t think she’d make it back in time to maintain this special tradition of theirs, but they still had a chance. And it was a chance worth taking.

Janice didn’t bother hanging her coat up. She even tossed her purse aside, not caring that her phone needed to be charged. Bryce was already setting the mood, standing so close that she could smell the cheap aftershave he’d used that same morning. And he was drawing her closer in a way that allowed their body heat to become entwined. That always seemed to get their passions flowing, among other things.

He commenced the act with a soft, but intimate kiss. Janice responded by deepening it quickly, twirling her tongue with his and pawing his chest with both hands. Her first instinct was to lead him up the stairs to their bedroom. But then, she saw the clock out of the corner of her eye.

It read 11:52 p.m. Time was running out.

“The living room,” Janice gasped.

Bryce responded with a deep, masculine moan. That was his way of letting her know she got the message. And with no hesitation, he grasped her hips with both hands and led her into the living room, which was only a few steps away.

During this brief trek, she and Bryce shed their clothes. His casual attire came off the quickest, but he helped her catch up, peeling off that fancy blouse, skirt, and stockings that had gotten so itchy after a long day at the office. It helped that he’d become quite adept at stripping her. It was just one of the many benefits of maintaining this intimate tradition of theirs.

“It’s 11:53,” Janice said just as he removed her panties.

“Plenty of time,” Bryce said as he admired her now-naked body.

That added touch of confidence was a hell of a turn-on. Janice felt her heart race faster as certain parts of her body heated up. Bryce further fueled that fire by lifting her up in his arms, hitching her legs around his waist, and carrying her towards the couch.

More intense kissing followed.

More touching, caressing, and squeezing followed.

The hot feeling of skin touching skin added to the growing arousal. Janice felt the hardened flesh of his penis rub against her inner thighs. It was perfectly aligned with the growing moistness between her legs. Together, they were pulling out all the stops with their foreplay, embracing and groping one another’s naked bodies in all the ways they loved.

Time might have been working against them, but their bodies and their passions kept up. And when the moment came, she and Bryce seized it.

“I’m ready,” Janice whispered seductive into his ear.

Her husband responded with actions rather than words. Still gripping her hips, he laid her down on the couch and hitched her leg up over his shoulder. He then angled his body with hers, aligning the tip of his hardened penis with the wet folds of her vagina. And with a focused thrust, he entered her.

“Oohhh yes!” Janice beamed.

They were doing it. Their sex had commenced and the clock hadn’t struck midnight. Bryce let out another deep grunt of contentment, savoring that sweet feeling of their flesh fully entwined. But just initiating the act before the end of their official sex night wasn’t enough. Bryce Ultman never stopped with the bare minimum. That was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him.

“Hold on, love,” he told her, that confident undertone showing again.

With an energy not typical of a man who’d endured such a long week, he made love to her with extra fervor. Every thrust was a little harder. Every movement was a little faster. He also fully utilized his extensive knowledge of her body, using his thumb to rub her clit in a very specific way and making those deep, masculine noises that drove her so wild.

It sent Janice’s sex and her desires into overdrive. A flood of hot, raw sensations coursed through her body, bombarding her with the sweet pleasures of lovemaking. He was pushing to the brink of orgasm, knowing full well that it usually took a while for her to build to that point. Janice pushed with him, shifting her body in conjunction with every movement, every thrust and contortion complementing the breadth of this act.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clock read 11:58. Her heart raced faster and her body raced with it. She could feel an orgasm approaching, but it was still going to be close.

“Almost…there!” Janice gasped. “I’m so…so close!”

Sensing time running out, Bryce made the final push and shifted their bodies into a new position. He was now sitting in an upright position with her straddling his lap, both knees planted firmly by his thighs. Janice instinctively grasped onto his shoulders, her eyes locked with his, and began riding him hard.

She loved this position.

She loved just being able to vent her desires, working her hips while their genitals slithered sensually in a harmonious rhythm of flesh.

It was just what Janice needed to make it past that critical threshold. As she crossed it, sending her body past the point of no return, she dug her nails hard into her husband’s shoulder. And he caressed her face as that distinct orgasmic expression manifested before him.

“Ohhh Bryce!” she cried out.

“Jan…” he managed to get out.

Finally, they could stop rushing and just share in this powerful moment together. The rush of sensations shot through her body, that familiar orgasmic release washing over her. Her inner muscles throbbed, her back arched, and lower body shuddered in accord with every blissful wave.

She also felt Bryce climax with her. She felt his penis tense inside her just before releasing a thick stream of cum into her waiting depths. He’d clearly been holding back, just waiting for her to join him in this ecstasy that they shared on a weekly basis. Even though they shared it regularly, she and Bryce still cherished it. Because no matter what kind of week they were having, they always had something special to look forward to.

And just as Janice felt the orgasmic rush pass, she noticed the clock change from 11:50 p.m. to midnight. That made it official. They had met their deadline and maintained the special tradition of their sex night.

“We made it…just in time,” Janice said breathlessly.

“Yeah…cut it pretty close, though,” said Bryce, still holding her close as they shard a naked embrace

“But we did it! Friday night…is still our sex night.”

“And I intend to keep it that way,” he said with a confident grin.

“I love you,” she replie with a grin of her own.

“I love you too.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a couple of lifeguards I saw flirting at a local pool. Enjoy!

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“This is so wrong. If I get caught, I’ll be in so much trouble,” said an anxious, but excited Dominic “Dom” Olson.

“You keep saying that. But you keep moving with such urgency,” replied Vivian “Viv” Powell as she flirtatiously leaned towards him, clutching his arm.

“That’s entirely your fault,” he quipped. “You’re the one who dared me to take advantage of my position as a lifeguard.”

“To be fair, you didn’t need that much convincing. I don’t think I even dared you to do this.”

“It was still your idea.”

“And yet you’re the one with the keys…leading the way at ten past midnight…your girlfriend by your side, feeling so restless.”

Viv’s every word was laced with deep, sensual undertones. Her seductive voice, coupled with her affectionate gestures, got Dom working feverishly to sift through the keys on his chain. That wasn’t easy when it was past midnight on a cloudy, muggy summer night in their quiet suburban neighborhood. It was the middle of the week and most houses were dark and quiet.

The community pool, which was located at the end of the block, was extra quiet. Dom knew for certain that nobody drove by after ten. He was intimately familiar with how the pool operated, having worked as a lifeguard there for four straight summers, going back to his senior year in high school.

Viv knew it too, having first met Dom while visiting the pool with some friends of hers that lived nearby. This was where she first asked him on a date. This was where they frequently met up when they weren’t working, studying, or navigating the daily grind of a couple of college students. But they had never met up in a situation like this…alone, late at night, and feeling bolder than usual.

“Found it!” Dom said under his breath, having finally located the key to the main gate.

“Hurry up and get it open,” Viv whispered seductively into his ear. “It’s so hot and muggy out tonight. These clothes are getting so itchy.”

Dom moved with superhuman reflexes to unlock the gate. The incentives of a horny girlfriend could do that to a man. As soon as it opened, they slipped in laughing and giggling like a couple of deviant teenagers.

“It’s so weird being here when it’s dark out,” said Dom as they made their way to the pool.

“I know, right?” said Viv as she looked out over the area with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to this pool kids being yelled at every half-second.”

“Trust me. Being a lifeguard, you can only get used to it so much.”

“All the more reason to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Viv let go of his arm and approached the side of the pool near the deep end. The main clubhouse might have been dark, but the pool itself was lit by a series of underwater lights. The only sound that could be heard was the hum of the filters and pumps that worked after-hours during the week. Dom was usually responsible for cleaning those. That was one part of being a lifeguard he didn’t care for.

After tonight, he might not mind that task quite as much. Viv intended to give her boyfriend some fond memories of this pool that would help him through the rest of the summer.

“Well, so long as we have the pool all to ourselves…” said Viv as she kicked off her sandals.

“And wouldn’t you know it? We forgot our swimsuits,” laughed Dom as he did the same.

“And I forgot to wear underwear, as well,” she said casually. “Oh well! Guess we’ll have to swim naked.”

“Guess so,” he said with a mock-shrug.

Viv shed her clothes quickly, sliding the thin white tank-top she had on off over her head before slipping out of the jean shorts she’d thrown on less than a half-hour ago. She didn’t bother with underwear or a bra. She even shook her exposed butt at Dom, as if he needed more motivation at this point.

By the time she turned around, giving him a full-frontal view of her breasts and pussy, he was working feverishly to get out of his pants. Even in the poor lighting of the pool, she could see his penis becoming partially erect. He was getting ahead of himself, but their bodies and desires were on the same page.

“Come on in, handsome!” she said, gesturing with her finger. “You are still a lifeguard. That means you have to keep an eye on anyone using the pool.”

“Including my butt naked girlfriend?” he said.

“Especially your butt naked girlfriend!”

Viv laughed playfully as she jumped into the clear, warm water. It felt so good on her naked skin. Since the pool was heated, the temperature was perfect. It reminded her of a nice, lukewarm bath. But she was not looking to just float around and relax. She kept her eye on Dom, who now stood fully naked at the edge of the pool…his toned physique and tanned skin looking so appropriate for a lifeguard.

“Cannonball!” he called out before jumping in.

In an act unbefitting of a seasoned lifeguard, he splashed into the water just a few feet from where Viv stood. The resulting impact got her a face full of water. But her only retaliation involved more laughter while trying to splash him back.

That triggered a steady exchange of playful splashes as they swam about the area – chasing one another, groping one another, and occasionally sharing a deep, affectionate embrace. As good as the warm water felt, the feeling of his naked skin pressing against hers was even better. Even with the water level just above her chest, she could clearly see that generous endowment hanging between his legs. At one point, she felt it graze her thighs and the extent of his arousal became clear.

“Hey Dom…” she said to him within that embrace, her tone more serious and intense.

“Yes, Viv?” he said, matching her intensity.

“This is my first time skinny dipping. And I already like it!”

“I had a feeling you would,” he said as he slipped his hands down to her butt.

“I know we’re already breaking a lot of rules. But how much trouble would we be in if we made love right here…right now?”

Viv reached down between their bodies and grasped his penis as it floated within the water. He made that distinct noise he always made when she touched him in a way that made clear she wanted sex. And he responded, as he often did, by slipping his hand between her legs and lightly cupping the outer folds of her vagina.

“We would be in a lot of trouble…much more so than we already are,” said Dom.

“Would it be enough to dissuade you?”

“Nope! Not even close.”

He hot her a lustful, yet affectionate glance. Viv responded with a gaze of her own…a look that urged him to take her in that moment. He got the message and he acted on it with that distinct, manly bravado of his.

It started with a deep, hungry kiss…one full of messy tongue and swirling lips. Intense, aggressive foreplay followed. He hungrily guided his hands all over her naked body, paying close attention to her breasts, butt, and inner thighs. Viv answered by pawing his chest and rubbing her thigh against his groin, skillfully working her skin against the underside of his penis, causing it to stiffen even more.

Within this fervent embrace, Dom led her to the shallow end of the pool. They ended up in a corner near the stairs where most of the kids and elderly entered the pool. There, the water barely went up to their lower waist. No longer covered by the water, he became fully erect while the arousal between her legs further escalated.

Once she felt her back against the edge of the pool, Dom grasped her upper thighs and lifted her up. Their lips still locked, instinct took over and Viv threw her legs around his waist. And with his secure grip on her, he aligned her pelvis with his. As soon as she felt the tip of his dick glide against her outer folds, he carefully lowered her…allowing for the sweet, smooth penetration of her flesh with his.

“Dom…I feel you,” Viv gasped.

“Viv…” he said, already dazed by the feeling.

Few words were needed. Their bodies, their passions, and the raw sensations of their sex told them everything they needed to know in that moment. Viv drew him into another kiss. And Dom made perfect use of the setting, circumstances, and desires.

Under the cloudy night sky, she and Dom made love. Their wet, naked bodies bounced, rocked, and grinded to that special rhythm that could only come from this special dance. The water beneath them splashed and rippled each time she plunged downwards, the hardened flesh of his cock driving up into her tight folds.

Hot, wondrous sensations followed with each movement, mixing well with the warm water of the pool that still covered their bodies. It might have been wrong in the sense that they weren’t supposed to be there at this hour of the night. But that only added an extra thrill that made it feel so right.

Her chin now resting on his shoulder, Viv loudly and proudly moaned with pleasure out into the night. She even dared to be louder than usual, squealing with joy in ways that weren’t possible when they were trying to get intimate in crowded college dorms. There was something liberating about that, giving a new dimension to this intimate act.

Dom definitely felt it too. He was usually so intense and serious during sex. But this time, he was more energetic and playful than usual, laughing joyously with her as they went at it. They even moved around a bit in the water, having fun with how they splashed about in the water during their intimate movements. This unique, playful energy led Viv to the brink of orgasm. As it approached, she latched onto his shoulders and dug the balls of her feet into his lower back.

“Dom! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” Viv gasped, telling him with an intensity in his eyes.

That just strengthened his resolved. His grinned widely as he bounced her hips with more fervor, which helped send her over the edge. And once that sweet, orgasmic release washed over her, she closed her eyes and let out a cry of ecstasy to the heavans for all to hear.

“Oohhhh God yes!”

If anyone had even been close to the pool, they would’ve heard her. But at that point, Viv didn’t care. She didn’t care if someone came in and saw them both in the act. This moment was already so special, as well as very worth the risk.

But even after that wondrous release, their sex didn’t stop. Dom kept a firm hold on her, his desires still strong and his efforts not waning. He did slow down the pace of their sex so that she had time to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. But Viv kept him motivated, shooting a loving smile that could only be inspired by a great orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” she told him intently. “I want this. I want…you.”

Again, Dom answered with actions rather than words. He kissed and held her closely, their wet skin grinding smoothly through more heated movements. Gasps and grunts became more labored. Touching and pawing became more chaotic. It was getting more intense, as were the sensations…their minds and bodies working overtime to make this experience truly memorable.

The escalating sensations of their sex soon built towards a crescendo. Dom was getting close to climaxing. Viv could tell by the way every thrust and movement became more focused. She eventually found herself bent over the ledge of the pool with him standing behind her, grasping her waist and thrusting fervently into her.

His pelvis smacked rhythmically agaisnt her hips, splashing more water between them.

His rigid penis throbbed in anticipation, ready for his release.

He still sought to share this with her, reaching down between her legs at one point to provide a little extra stimulation to her clit. Dom knew her body well. He knew how to give her the extra push she needed to achieve another orgasm. As it approached, they eagerly shared this one together.

“Viv! Oh God! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna cum!” Dom grunted.

“Me too! Please, Dom…come with me!” Viv exclaimed.

A few more focused movements was all it took. This time, they cried out to the heavens together, loudly proclaiming the fruits of their lovemaking for the night sky to hear.

As the rush of the ecstasy washed over them, they arched their bodies and writhed to every glorious sensation. Inside her depths, Viv felt her lover’s cock throb as he filled her depths with his hot fluids. That extra feeling of warmth inside her helped supplement her own release, their bodies perfectly in synch as they shared in this feeling.

Whether by reflex or passion, Dom embraced her from behind and Viv leaned back so they could share another kiss. Even after their sex parted, they remained in that embrace…still wet, naked, and captivated by what they had just done and what they had just shared.

“I love you, Viv,” said Dom through labored breaths. “Whether we’re following the rules or breaking them…I love you.”

“I love you too, Dom,” she said. “I know you’re a lifeguard. I know following the rules is a big deal to you. And after tonight…I know my life and our love are in good hands!”