She hesitates, looking lost. Looking self-conscious.
"Come on, Lola. Touch that sweet clit."
She takes her time, her little jerky, hesitant movements are borderline sweet and an aphrodisiac on their own.
Something is going to set her off, like a fuse run down to the fireworks, and she explodes into action.
It is there in her movements. However, with each stroke, every little hesitant move she makes loses a touch of hesitancy and becomes smoother.
And then it happens.
Her eyes flutter shut, and one of her hands slips down under the water too, moving in circular motions, and her other hand shifts up and down like she is fingering herself.
And I can picture it, see it in a vague way beneath the pool water.
There is something so hot and tantalizing about it as she sinks down, her hips clearly moving, her nipples breaking the water as she moves.
And I'm stroking myself harder now, running my thumb over the sensitive head, my other hand caressing my balls, squeezing, rubbing, cupping.
My cock is so hard, and the urge is so fucking bright andsizzling in my blood that it is hard to hold that spark back, hard to stop myself from coming.
But I lock my gaze on her image.
I want to cum when she does.
Over the rippling water, she starts to breathe heavily, little gasps, and I'm so there, holding back, holding.
With a tiny cry, she shudders, and I fist my dick furiously, cum spurting out as my orgasm hits me.
I pump my cock until the last drops hit the shower wall, and she slumps in the water.
I turn on the small sprayer that is on the wall, aim it, and wash off the cum.
She pants, half reaches for her phone but sinks down further, and I get out of the shower, drying off and hurrying back into the main room.
I dress and sit, watching her through the window.
Finally, Lola gets to her feet, and my mouth goes dry.
She is a dream. The tits, the cunt, all of her, perfect and dripping wet.
She starts looking around and frowning.
And after a second, I realize her conundrum.
She just realized she doesn't have a towel.
She gets out of the pool, grabs her stuff, holding it as she rushes to get into her underwear.
I watch her.
I want the show to last just a little bit more, so I text her.
Me
Done. And you?
Lola
