Back when I was seeing the man who would become my husband, I lived in an unusual apartment complex. It was supposed to be a resort-style complex, with fake palm trees and pools everywhere. Of course, this was 30 years ago, when it had been built; since then, it had declined quite a bit. Several of the smaller pools had actually been closed, and most people gathered at one of the two massive pools in the center of the complex.
Although a bit run-down, it was affordable, and between my building and the next was one of the small pools. Rarely used, I loved it because it was very private and I was almost always alone.
A sign said it closed at nightfall, and sometimes (usually on weekends, rarely on weekdays), the maintenance guy would come to lock the door. What most people didn’t realize was that if you went through the closed staircase at the end of my building and came out the back, there was a small door that led to the same pool area. That was the entrance I used most often, and it was never locked.
I’m bringing this up because I spent some enjoyable moments in that pool. About an hour after nightfall, around 9 PM, I’d slip in for a night swim. Several people did this on weekends, but I was almost always the only one on weekdays.
The pool lights didn’t work at all anymore, and there was only one working light left in the patio area near the main door, so it was possible to swim in relative privacy—especially because the pool was built on a slope above the parking area, and there were no windows at the ends of the two buildings.
Sorry if I’m digressing, but the point is there was a lot of privacy after nightfall. Now, most of you ladies have probably figured out where this is leading. Exactly, there was a nice spot near the deep end (it was only six feet deep) where a powerful jet pulsed.
I’d let myself drift toward the jet and spread the crotch of my swimsuit aside. That wonderful jet pulsed against my clitoris—oh, divine! Often, I’d slide my top down a bit, letting my breasts float freely. I loved touching or sucking them while masturbating. And let me assure you, I always had a powerful orgasm thanks to that happy little jet!
I was only caught once in all the times I did it. I’d just finished and was floating gently toward the shallow end when I heard the door creak. I looked up to see another woman enter. I’d seen her before but didn’t know her name. She was a mature woman in her sixties, with a voluptuous face. She was wearing a dark green swimsuit and slipped gently into the water.
She apologized for disturbing me.
“It’s okay, I was finished anyway.”
“I know,” she said. “I waited for you to finish before coming.”
I must have blushed with shame, because before I could say anything, she said: “Oh, don’t worry about it, honey. Goodness, I’m here for the same reason.”
“So…” I stammered a bit. “I, uh, suppose I’ll leave you to it.”
“If you want,” she said, letting herself drift toward the jet. “You don’t need to leave on my account.”
I watched as she spread her legs in front of the jet, and I had no doubt about what she was doing.
I thought about staying, but I decided I didn’t know how far she wanted to go, so I turned around and got out of the water. I really didn’t want to disturb her, but my keys and towel were on the chair near the jet, so I had to walk right past her to get them.
“Good night,” she sighed to me.
After gathering my things, I stopped beside her and looked down. Although I couldn’t see much, I could make out her breasts floating freely. “Have fun!” I encouraged her, even though she didn’t need it.
“I am… oooooh, I am,” she replied.
I left her in peace and went back home.
I must confess I got a bit bold one late evening. My fiancé had to work a Sunday night—some IT project—so he came by to see me at lunchtime, and as dessert, he made passionate love to me for about three hours. I was so satisfied that I fell asleep, naked and fulfilled.
He must have really tired me out; I didn’t wake up until early morning. I’ll never forget it—it was 3:33 AM. Wow, I’d slept almost 11 hours. I was also naked and unleashed by desire. You’d think my previous session would have satisfied me, but it only fueled my hunger. I tried to masturbate a bit but couldn’t reach that massive orgasm I wanted. Finally, I told myself there was only one remedy. It was time to throw a pool party.
I tended to go through a lot of swimsuits. Constantly spreading the crotch eventually wore out the elastic until it no longer covered my sex—acceptable in the pool, less acceptable when climbing the stairs past the slightly flirtatious older gentleman who lived on the ground floor.
I had just bought a brand new suit, a black one-piece. I didn’t bother with the straps; I knew I’d want my breasts free once in the water. I grabbed a towel, and as quietly as my bare feet would allow, I headed to the pool.
I threw my towel on a nearby chair. I couldn’t help but notice that even the one working light that usually functioned was off, leaving the pool very dark and private. As I descended the pool steps into the water, one of my breasts popped out of the suit. Oh well, it would be free soon anyway, so I let it be.
I headed toward my friend the jet and spread the tight crotch of my suit. I let the other breast float freely, pushing my suit down to my waist. I enjoyed floating there, but the brand new elastic of my suit kept snapping the panel back over my hairy sex, cutting off the aquatic vibrator.
After having to spread it again and again, I became really frustrated. I was so fucking turned on at that point that I didn’t care about anything. I reached down and pushed the suit off my body, kicking it into the dark water. I returned to my jet and held my vaginal lips wide open, allowing the water to pulse against my clitoris. FUCK, that was great!
I felt so naughty, totally naked in the water like that. I had a massive orgasm that seemed endless. When I finally couldn’t take any more, I moved away, floating freely. I let my calm return, then let myself drift back to the jet. This time, however, I pressed my meaty ass right against it. The water shot through my anus, passed under me, then bubbled up over my sex. It tickled a bit as my pubic hairs swirled, but also made me all shivery.
I decided one more turn was in order and turned so the water pulsed directly on my clitoris again. I played with my freely floating breasts, pinching and sucking them as the water slowly built my orgasm. Since my ass was still tingling, I reached back and gently rubbed a finger on my anus. That light touch was enough to make me explode; my sex burst with one of the greatest orgasms of my life.
I floated in the water, savoring the after-pleasure and the erotic sensation of being naked. After a few minutes, though, I decided I should probably leave and spent a good ten minutes searching for my black suit in the dark water. I finally found it, but by then, I decided it was too much effort to try to put it back on.
Feeling rather bold, I got out of the water and grabbed my towel. Holding it in one hand and my suit in the other, I left the pool area and went upstairs completely naked. I admit I had to force myself not to run, but I felt so… erotic in that situation—knowing anyone could see me if they stepped out their door at the right moment.
I still made it back without incident, at least to my knowledge, I wasn’t seen. By then, it was approaching the time I usually got up, so I took a calm shower and soon headed to work. But all day long, I could only think about my private party in the pool.