The pool was warm, the air was cool and the sky was bright with stars. I have known him for years, and we have flirted for as long as I can remember. As we swam that night one by one everyone else went inside to go to bed. Alone at last, the night was quiet and the water was still. It only took about a minute for us to swim toward each other , but it had taken almost a decade to get to this point. As he drew nearer I could see his crystal blue eyes glittering in the moon light, I can get lost in those eyes. The first touch of his lips to mine was electric setting my heart to race and my skin to tighten into goose bumps. He lingered over that first kiss, caressing my arms and back as he worked his way from my lips to my neck and onto my ear lobe. The first man I have kissed in 9 years 1 month and 12 days, other than my husband of course.
I married young, became a mother young and got old young. But not tonight, tonight I feel young and beautiful. I feel my age. He is older than me but only slightly. I also feel rebellious. I have only ever experienced sex with my husband, and this man is new and exciting. A million thoughts run through my mind as his fingers explore my back and ass under my pink bathing suit. He scatters all thoughts with the silky slide of his tongue up my neck back to my lips and into my mouth.