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A Pool Trip by Johnathan Hart
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 19:39:19 +0000 UTC[My first story I've ever written and published, well written, literotica didn't want to publish any of mine, guess i wasn't good at following their guidlines, anyways, enjoy and this really did happen.]
John stood by the edge of the pool, his heart racing as he gazed out at the dark, still water. He had always been a private person, content to keep his kinks hidden beneath the surface. But Brynn, with her adventurous spirit and unwavering acceptance, had brought them to the forefront of his desires.
"Ready, babe?" she asked, her voice soft and encouraging as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
John nodded, swallowing hard, "yeah, let's do this."
Brynn guided him to the water's edge, her hands roaming over his chest and abdomen as she pushed him forward. John's legs trembled as he stepped off the concrete, the cool liquid enveloping his calves, then his thighs, his hips. He sank further, until the water lapped at his chin, his face submerged for a moment before he resurfaced, gasping for air.
Brynn's hands danced along John's sides, her fingers tracing the contours of his torso as she guided him to the floating lounge chair. He stood awkwardly, the chair hovering between his legs, his head cocked in confusion.
"What's the plan here, babe?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the cool night air sending a shiver down his spine.
Brynn's breath tickled his ear as she leaned in close, her warm lips brushing against the sensitive skin.
"Remember that one fantasy you told me about," she murmured, her words sending a jolt of excitement through him.
He hesitated for a moment before responding,"uh, you mean the one in the pool with the secret handjob?"
Brynn's teeth grazed his earlobe, a soft nip that made him gasp.
"That's the one," she confirmed, her voice husky with anticipation.
John's heart raced as he realized Brynn had her own interpretation of the fantasy. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
"But, I thought that was just a... a quick, hidden thing," he stammered, his mind struggling to keep up with her plan.
Brynn's hands slid down his chest, her fingers trailing over his abs before delving beneath the waistband of his trunks. She palmed the growing bulge, her touch firm and confident.
"Oh, I like to improvise," she purred, her breath hot against his ear, "and I think you'll like it too."
John gasped as Brynn's deft hands yanked his trunks down, the cool water caressing his skin as the fabric slid off his legs. He stood there, exposed and vulnerable, his cock already hard and throbbing in the chilly pool. Brynn's warm body pressed against his back, her breasts flattened against his skin as she wrapped her arms around him, her hands roaming over his chest and abdomen. The floating lounge chair hovered in front of him, a tantalizing barrier between his naked body and the view anyone may get if they had stumbled upon them. John's mind reeled as he realized the extent of Brynn's plan, the full scope of her desire to fulfill his deepest, darkest fantasies.
"Fuck, Brynn," he breathed, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and apprehension, "you're really going to... you know..."
He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
Brynn's hand wrapped around John's shaft, her fingers encircling his girth as she began to stroke him with confident, firm strokes. John's head fell back against her chest, a low moan escaping his lips as her touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his body. The cool water of the pool provided a surreal contrast to the heat building in his loins, his cock twitching in her grip with each pass.
"God, Brynn," he gasped, his hips instinctively bucking into her hand, "that feels... so good."
Her touch was skilled, her strokes expertly teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft and the sensitive head. John felt himself growing harder, his balls drawing up tight as she worked him over. The lounge chair floated in front of him, a precarious barrier that only added to the thrill of the situation.
Just as John was on the verge of climax, a figure emerged from the darkness, their footsteps echoing across the pool deck. Brynn's hand paused its strokes, her fingers lightly tracing the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. John's breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as he waited for the person to notice them, to see his nakedness, to witness Brynn's hand on his throbbing shaft. But the stranger barely glanced their way, too focused on their task of disposing of the trash. They walked by, their footsteps fading into the night, leaving John and Brynn alone once more. The near-miss only heightened the thrill, the adrenaline coursing through John's veins making his cock pulse in Brynn's grip. Brynn resumed her strokes, her touch now even more deliberate, her fingers teasing and circling the head of his cock. John groaned, his hips jerking forward, seeking more friction, more pressure.
John's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting sensations - the exquisite pleasure Brynn's skilled hand was providing, the agonizingly slow pace that kept him teetering on the brink of climax, and the constant stream of people passing by, oblivious to the erotic scene unfolding in the pool's depths. Each passerby was a reminder that they could be discovered at any moment, their privacy shattered, their illicit act exposed. The threat of discovery only heightened John's arousal, his cock throbbing in Brynn's grasp as he struggled to maintain control. Brynn seemed to sense his escalating tension, her strokes growing even more deliberate, her touch a perfect blend of pleasure and torture.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "don't you dare cum until I say so, John, we're just getting started."
John's response was a strangled groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
The woman's voice cut through the night air, her question jolting John out of his lust-filled haze. He quickly grabbed the floating lounge chair, holding it in front of his naked body like a makeshift shield. Brynn's hand stilled on his cock, her fingers lightly tracing the underside as if to say, "Play it cool."
"Ah, the water's fine, thanks," John replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite his racing heart.
He risked a glance at the woman, taking in her athletic build, her toned arms crossed over her chest, and her curious gaze. She seemed to be studying the floating chair, her eyes flicking between it and John's face.
"You two enjoying a midnight swim?" she asked, her tone friendly but with a hint of amusement.
John nodded, his throat suddenly dry.
"Just, uh, needed to cool off after a long day," he managed to stammer out.
Brynn continued to jack off his cock harder now, she knew the woman could see, John somehow didn't or didn't want to believe she could. "Is the water cold?" the woman asked.
The woman remained rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on John and Brynn with an intensity that made John's skin prickle. He struggled to maintain his composure; his mind consumed by the effort of holding back his impending climax while Brynn's skilled fingers worked his cock with increasing fervor.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" the woman remarked, her tone casual, but her gaze never wavering from John's crotch.
John nodded, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
"Yeah, real nice," he managed to reply, his voice strained.
Brynn's strokes grew even more deliberate, her touch driving John to the brink of no return. He clenched his jaw, his body trembling with the effort of resisting the overwhelming pleasure. The woman's presence only added to the tension, her unblinking stare a constant reminder that she could see everything that was happening.
"Planning on staying in for a while?"
The woman's gaze never wavered from John's straining face as another pool-goer strolled by, oblivious to the erotic spectacle unfolding in the water. With a nod and a parting comment, she turned and walked away, leaving John and Brynn alone once more. Brynn wasted no time, her hand tightening around John's throbbing cock as she resumed her relentless stimulation. John's hips jerked forward, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he teetered on the edge of release.
"No, no, not yet," Brynn panted against his ear, her breath hot and urgent.
Brynn whispered into his ear, "you know she could see you the whole time."
She could feel his body shake at the words the sudden revelation. John's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling as the implication sank in. He glanced back at the spot where the woman had been standing, his heart racing at the thought that she had indeed witnessed his nakedness and Brynn's intimate attentions.
"Oh my god," he breathed, his voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water.
"She could see... everything," Brynn's fingers tightened around his shaft, her thumb rubbing firm circles over the sensitive head as she whispered, "mmm, I think she enjoyed the show."
John's body trembled, his climax surging forward like a tidal wave. With a strangled cry, he finally gave in to the pleasure, his cock pulsing in Brynn's hand as he came hard, his seed jetting into the pool water in rhythmic spurts.
"Fuck, Brynn," he panted, his chest heaving as the aftershocks wracked his body.
Brynn continued to stroke John's spent cock; her fingers gentle but insistent as she milked every last drop of cum from his sensitive flesh. John's body was still trembling, his mind reeling from the intensity of his orgasm and the shocking realization that they had been witnessed. As the final pulses of semen emptied from his cock, Brynn released her grip, her hand sliding away to let the water support John's softening shaft.
She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "you did so well, baby, such a good boy for me."
John turned his head, his eyes locking with Brynn's in the darkness. He felt a shiver run down his spine at the possessive tone in her voice, the way she seemed to relish in the power she held over him in that moment.
"Thanks," he managed to reply, his voice hoarse from his exertions.
"Now I want you to fuck me," she said commanding, it was dark, the lights of the pool were off now, and for once there was no one in sight or sound.
John's breath caught in his throat at Brynn's bold demand. In the darkness, with the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water, he felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. He had never been the one in control, always submitting to Brynn's desires, but this request was different. It was a challenge, a test of his courage and willingness to take the lead for once. He turned to face her, his eyes adjusting to the shadows as he took in her sultry expression.
"You want me to fuck you?" he repeated, his voice low and husky with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
Brynn nodded, her dark hair glistening with water droplets as she bit her lower lip.
"Yes, John. I want you to take me, right here, right now, show me how much you crave me."
John swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he considered her words.
John's hands gripped Brynn's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positioned her at the edge of the pool. With a swift motion, he pulled her bottoms to the side, baring her dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. His cock, still rock-hard from his previous climax, throbbed with anticipation as he aligned himself with her entrance. Brynn arched her back, pressing her ass against him, silently urging him to take her. With a low growl, John thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her slick heat. He stilled for a moment, savoring the incredible feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, before withdrawing and slamming back in with a forceful grunt.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hips snapping forward in a rapid rhythm as he began to fuck her with wild abandon.
John's thrusts grew more aggressive, his body slamming into Brynn's with a force that sent water splashing around them. The pool deck groaned under their combined weight, the sound mingling with the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Brynn's moans were low and breathy, her voice strained as she struggled to muffle her pleasure in the darkness. The cool night air and the warm water created a surreal contrast, heightening John's arousal as he lost himself in the primal dance of sex and domination.
"Harder, John," Brynn panted, her words punctuated by gasps of ecstasy., "I want to feel you deep."
John obliged, his hips pistoning forward with renewed vigor, his cock driving into her with unrelenting force. The pool water churned around them, waves crashing against the sides as their passion reached a fever pitch.
With each forceful thrust, John felt the thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of getting away with something illicit in the dead of night. The sounds of their coupling echoed through the empty pool area, a symphony of pleasure and desire that only added to the intensity. Brynn's moans grew louder, her body rocking back to meet his every stroke, her pussy gripping him like a vice as she teetered on the brink of climax. John's own release approached, his balls drawing up tight, his cock throbbing inside Brynn's warmth. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, determined to bring her over the edge first.
"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice husky with lust, "I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you cum."
Brynn's response was immediate, her body tensing as a powerful orgasm overtook her. Her pussy clenched around John's cock, the muscles rippling in a vice-like grip as she cried out in ecstasy. John's fingers continued to circle her clit, prolonging her pleasure as he rode out her climax, his own orgasm building in intensity. With a guttural roar, John slammed into Brynn one final time, his cock erupting inside her as he emptied his seed deep into her quivering channel. He collapsed against her back, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The water around them stilled, the aftermath of their passion leaving the pool surface glassy and untroubled. For a long moment, they remained entwined, their bodies slick with sweat and pool water, their hearts pounding in unison. Finally, John pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of Brynn's well-fucked pussy with a wet pop.
As Brynn gathered their belongings, John waited for her to hand him his bathing suit, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of putting it back on in the cool night air. But instead, she simply tossed him a towel, her eyes glinting with mischief as she watched him wrap it around his waist, the fabric barely covering his still-hard cock. John's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he followed Brynn out of the pool area, the towel doing little to conceal his state of undress. As they walked past the woman who had witnessed their encounter, she offered a friendly wave, her smile enigmatic in the darkness. John felt his heart pound in his chest, a mixture of mortification and exhilaration coursing through him. He knew they were taking a risk by flaunting their nudity so brazenly, but the thrill of it all was impossible to ignore.
"I think she really wanted to see you cum, too bad, maybe next time," Brynn teased with a smile.
John chuckled, the sound a bit shaky as he tried to regain his composure.
"Yeah, maybe next time," he agreed, his eyes never leaving the woman's retreating back as they walked away, "I bet she's got a thing for public displays of... exhibitionism."
Brynn laughed, the sound musical and carefree as she linked her arm with John's, pulling him closer.
"Well, she certainly got an eyeful tonight," she purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his bare skin under the towel, "and I think we both enjoyed every minute of it."
John couldn't argue with that, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he glanced down at Brynn, his heart still racing from the intensity of their encounter. He knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more nights like this, many more opportunities to explore the darker side of their desires.
Before they entered the apartment Brynn slipped her hand through the slit of the towel and gripped John's cock, stroking his sensitive cock she asked, "I did think about letting her join in and stroke your cock."
John gasped, his breath catching in his throat as Brynn's hand wrapped around his cock through the towel, her fingers stroking the sensitive flesh. His mind reeled at the thought of the woman from the pool area joining in, her hand alongside Brynn's as they pleasured him together.
"That would have been... intense," he managed to say, his voice husky with arousal, "I don't know if I could have handled it."
Brynn's grip tightened, her thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, teasing the slit.
Brynn's eyes locked onto John's, her grip on his cock unyielding as she waited for his response. Her fingers continued to stroke him, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body, making it difficult for him to think straight.
"Would you have wanted that?" she repeated, her voice low and insistent.
John's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. His mind was clouded by the intense feelings coursing through him, the warmth of her hand, the intimacy of the moment. Brynn didn't give him a chance to gather his thoughts. With a swift motion, she yanked the towel away, leaving John exposed and vulnerable in the cool night air. Her hand remained wrapped around his cock, her fingers pumping up and down the shaft as she pinned him with her gaze.
"Answer the question, John," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation or debate.
Brynn's fingers danced along the sensitive tip of John's cock, her nail scraping over the slit in a teasing, torturous rhythm. Each stroke sent a bolt of pleasure straight to his core, his body trembling under her touch. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it was futile against the onslaught of sensation.
"Would you have... wanted her to touch you?" Brynn panted, her breath hot against his ear as she continued to torment him with her fingers, "to join us, to see you cum together?"
John's eyes fluttered closed, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to avoid the exquisite pressure building at the base of his spine. He could barely think, could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response to her question. All he knew was the intense pleasure coursing through him, the desperate need for release that Brynn's skilled fingers were ruthlessly denying him.
Brynn's fingers tightened around John's cock, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head as she felt him teetering on the edge. His answer, a desperate "yes" repeated over and over, was all the confirmation she needed. With a wicked smile, she bent down, her mouth closing around his throbbing shaft in a tight, sucking embrace. John's eyes widened, a strangled cry escaping his lips as Brynn's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her mouth working him with a fervor that stole his breath. The suction was intense, her lips and tongue milking him for every last drop of cum as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. With a guttural roar, John came hard, his cock pulsing in Brynn's mouth as she swallowed every spurt of his release. She held him through the aftershocks, her tongue continuing to lap at his softening member until he was completely spent.
As Brynn released John's spent cock from her mouth, she straightened up, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. She handed him the towel, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as he wrapped it around his waist, the fabric barely concealing his still-sensitive flesh. John's mind reeled, trying to process the intensity of what had just transpired - the raw, public display of their desire, the overwhelming pleasure Brynn had wrung from his body, the shocking revelation of his own wantonness.
Just as they stepped into their apartment, Brynn paused, turning to face him with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"You know," she purred, her voice low and husky, "we're just getting started."
With that, she sauntered past him, her hips swaying enticingly, leaving John to follow in her wake, his heart pounding, his mind reeling, and his body already craving the next forbidden encounter.
