The Anniversary Week - Wednesday - Sex Stories

The Anniversary Week - Wednesday

... with my swim, I'll check in on you and fix you up a treat." With that, she left. I waited until I heard the back door close, and let go of the laughter I'd been holding back. This was so unlike Sierra! This Southern stereotype was everything she wasn't: easy to trust, naive, bubbly, easily excited. Certainly not the kind of person I would usually fall for, but I could handle it for a while. Once I'd gotten my breath back I went to work on the shower. It took some time, I'm not particularly handy, but I fixed the problem and stood back a bit to admire my handiwork. Shutting the water off, I went to go let Sierra know I was finished. Just as I had left the bathroom I heard a short shriek that was suddenly cut off. A feeling of panic washed over me and I began to run. Upon entering the backyard, I saw a small patch of bl**d on the corner of the pool, and a sinking Sierra. I jumped in beside her and gently but quickly pulled her over to the stairs and carried her out. She seemed u*********s. Laying her in one of the two poolside lounges, on top of her bathrobe, I spoke soothingly to her, "Hold on Sierra, I'll call for some help. I'll be right back, my phone is wet." "I don't remember telling you my name," she said quietly, in her normal voice. In my stunned silence, she opened her eyes and gave me a wink before closing them again. And I could have smacked myself. Claire had warned me that I'd be "saving" Sierra at some point. And I'd been so caught up in everything that I had ...

... forgotten all about it. "Of course, miss," I murmured, "just a lucky guess is all." I patted her arm, then walked over to the pool and discovered that the 'bl**d' was just some ketchup. Shaking my head, I went inside to get a rag and some ice for sierra's 'injury' when she woke up. When I returned, Sierra was 'awake' and sitting up, pressing one of her hands to the side of her head. For the first time, I noticed what she'd been wearing beneath her bathrobe. The small yellow two-piece bikini left little to the imagination and she wore it confidently. She gratefully accepted my improvised compress. "Oh my, what happened? I remember getting out of the pool and then I... I slipped! Oh mister, you saved me!" With that, she jumped up and gave me a big hug, pressing her wet body against my sopping clothes. "However could I repay you?" "It was nothing, miss," I said cheerily, enjoying the hug. I was pretty cold, standing there in my wet clothes, and she was very warm. "I couldn't very well stand by and watch as you drowned, now could I?" "Yes you could have and you didn't!" She pulled back from the hug and looked me over. "And now it's my fault you've gotten all soaked. “Here," she said, leading me back inside, "let's get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold. I certainly couldn't let that happen! Now hand me your clothes when you've undressed and you can use one of the towels in there to cover up. I'll fix you something warm." With that, she pushed me into the small bathroom ...