Midnight Pool Party 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Midnight Pool Party 1 by loyalsock

The last couple of days have been so hot that I haven't gotten any more work done. I've been at the house about ten days. And I'm not that anxious to leave, to be honest. The house is large, comfortable, and has central air conditioning, not to mention a large library with lots of comfortable furniture and lots of books, plus a mini movie theater with a slamming audio setup and a huge flat panel TV. I need to make a visit to an electronics store and upgrade my own setup at home. I miss my house. Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. I even miss the people at the office. Well, some of them. The day before yesterday, a high pressure area parked itself in just the right position to send hot desert winds right over this area, turning a cool oasis into a desert. I'm serious, it went from seventy-five degrees one day, to eighty-five degrees the next day. Yesterday was the last day of fairly normal weather. Today was just plain hot, at ninety-five degrees. It's half-past midnight. I'm laying in bed, sweating my butt off, despite the air conditioning. Tossing and turning. sl**p was definitely not on the agenda. So I got out of bed and went to the dresser. It suddenly crossed my mind that there was a big fat swimming pool in back, just waiting to be used. Maybe a swim would help me cool off. Pulling open one drawer after another, I finally found a pair of swim trunks, bright blue with white stitching, little cargo pockets on the sides. I stripped down completely nude and ...

... pulled them on. Then I grabbed a towel and made my way down the hall, down the stairs and over to the sliding glass door. Sliding the door open, I stepped out onto the deck. The night air, still too warm but starting to get cool, greeted me as I stepped out. The slight breeze felt cool brushing against my bare skin, tickling the hairs on my legs. The fine hairs on my upper torso stood up. The wooden deck felt solid beneath my bare feet. Not too far away was the sound of the ocean. I felt better already. I stepped across to the pool. And stopped on a dime. I realized there was someone in the pool already. And that someone was Danielle. My mouth hanging open, I stood there like an idiot, watching her. She was swimming with long easy slow strokes, more for fun than for fitness, her chocolate curves parting the cool blue water like a whisper. As I continued further across the deck, I stepped on something soft. Looking down, I saw it was a red night shirt. I looked at the shirt, and then I looked at Danielle. Something in my brain went click. She was swimming. In the pool. At night. Naked. All of a sudden I did not know what to do. My brain said it was time to get the hell back inside the house. Other parts of my body were saying something entirely different. Fortunately my brain was in charge, for now. So I turned around to head for the doors. Then a soft, husky voice said, &#034Hey.&#034 I turned back around and swallowed. Danielle had swum over to where I was standing. She was ...