I found a robe and carried the tray of croissants, coffee, chocolates and Krug onto the veranda. This was absolute bliss and worth every penny. Six months of this? Oh, that might be hard to endure, but I’m sure I’d cope somehow.
As I floated, naked, in the small private pool on the veranda, the sun on my tanning body, my small, short, pubic hair just visible below the surface, I saw Pix and a man walking up across the lawn from the beach. I couldn’t see the man’s face, but I could see he had a long, lithe, tanned body, white-blond hair, and walked with confidence and ease.
“Oh indeed, I haven’t slept that well for a while, and now I’m floating naked in a pool in the sunshine drinking Krug 2063 and nibbling on some of the best croissants and chocolates I’ve had outside the Left Bank. It’s a tough life”
“Hi, I’m Colin” said the man. “Pix has told me about you and I thought we should meet”. I smiled, and he returned it, with a cheeky grin.
I sat there, my feet in the water, a melting chocolate in one hand and a glass of bubbles in the other. Colin swam over to me and I rubbed some of the melted chocolate on to his lips with the very tip of my finger. He smiled as he took my hand and licked the chocolate off my fingers, some having dripped down his chin to run down across his handsome chest and swirl darkly in the warm water.
He bent down and gently licked my nipple clean, then his arms came up around my neck and pulled me into the water. I kissed him, the taste of champagne and chocolate sweet and sharp together. His tongue entered my mouth as our arms went around each other and he kissed me deeply, passionately, lovingly.
I turned my back to him now and I could feel his cock pressing between my cheeks, his hands cupping my breasts, his lips on the back of my neck. I moaned with the pleasure and the expectation, and turned my head to take his tongue into my mouth. This being a girl thing was just fabulous and in a few short hours I was well on my way to fulfilling all those fantasies I had as a man oh, so many years ago. Yesterday.
He turned me around and I wrapped my legs around his torso below the water, pulling him tighter to me, before he lifted me on to the side of the pool and, as he refilled my glass from the ice bucket as it floated by, I took another chocolate, squeezed the liqueur out of it between my fingers and ran my dark hand from my mouth, down my neck, across my breasts, my belly, through my hair, inside my thighs and across my clit. My finger disappeared inside me, and then slowly spread my wet lips, sliding up and down and in.
“Gosh, you’re going to need a shower to get all that off” said Pix, with fake naivety. There was a small piece of chocolate caught in my navel ring and he started with that, his wet body spreading the chocolate between my legs more.