Short Story: Sunday Afternoon Swimming

There she lay again, her hair a neat bun behind her head. Today, she was wearing a matching set of neon blue bikini, her slender body wrapped by those small pieces of cloth. I had no idea what her name was, much less anything about her. Over the past few weeks, I studied her weekly schedule. She was a creature of habit, always taking a Sunday late afternoon swim, thereafter drying herself in the light of the setting sun. Week after week I lusted after her, watching her closely each week.

I was watching her all afternoon as she dipped in and out of the water, her long slender legs cutting through the water as she moved forward. I watched as she rested after every five laps, the skin around her chest catching the light of the setting sun. How I wanted to run my hands down her chest, feel those mounds around my hands.

Instead, I felt myself instinctively drop my pants and underwear, my hands stroking my cock as I continued to watch her take her weekly swim. I imagined her hands upon me instead of my rough hands, softly touching me at places where I was sensitive. I played with my balls the way I imagined she would, running my hands over the rough skin beneath my cock. I could feel my precum oozing out of me, the warm fluid coating my entire cock head.

I did not let myself draw near to my orgasm. I wanted to thoroughly enjoy my experience of fantasizing while watching the girl of my fantasy right in front of me. I slowly alternated between stroking my cock and teasing myself, as she continued to do her laps. Soon, she finished and she got out of the water, the water dripping off her skin.

Her ass was as slender as the rest of her, and I felt my hard cock throb at the excitement of seeing her lower body out of the water. I noted her thigh gap as she started to dry herself with her towel, her breasts and pussy mound prominent as she stretched upwards to dry her back with her towel. I stroked my cock slowly, feeling the warm rod of flesh within my hands.

She walked towards the nearest lounge chair and laid down upon it, basking in the setting sun as she took a break from her swim. I watched as she continued to lie there, and I could barely see her chest moving up and down from where I was on my balcony. I was on the third floor, my pants a heap around my ankles, my cock in my hands. I continued to stroke my cock as I admired her young body, imagining all sorts of things I would do to her.

Her skin was young and flawless, and her legs were crossed in a ladylike manner, obscuring her pussy mound from my view. Yet all I needed was my imagination. I imagined pulling her bikini bottoms off her, revealing her pussy to me. Was it shaved? Was it naturally hairy? It didn’t matter. The excitement of seeing her naked would turn me on. I continued to stroke my cock harder, feeling myself draw close to an orgasm.

I wanted to feel her breasts, to knead them gently within my fingers, and smell the aroma of her skin. I imagined her nipples perked upon her breasts, my mouth enveloping them, gently sucking on her sensitive spots. I can see her in my mind’s eye, hear her moan gently as I felt her up between her legs, warm and wet.

I felt my cock swell up as the warmth gathered up within my cock, escaping spurt by spurt unto a wad of tissue I held upon my cock head. I felt my heart beat hard in my chest, relieved as the waves of orgasm rocked my body, my hands feeling the warm fluid soaked up by the tissue.

I stared out of the window, and there she was. Yet this time she was not laying down anymore, and for an instant I thought her eyes connected with mine before she looked away. I continued to watch her, my cock still hard and throbbing after cumming. She gathered up her towel and her belongings, her long legs stretching out from the lounging chair. God she was beautifully slim.

Little by little, she disappeared out of sight from my view.

I gathered up my things as well, throwing away the cum-filled tissue into the dustbin near me. I did not bother to wear my pants back, as I wanted to shower after a good masturbation session. My cock was turning flaccid already, and I was feeling cold from feeling the evening wind against by bare skin. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and as I prepared to enter into the toilet, my doorbell rang.

Sigh. Who could it be at this hour? I walked towards the door, my towel around my waist. As I opened the door, the same girl in her neon blue bikini stood before me. I was stunned a little by her beautiful body, and I was speechless.

There she stood, barely an arm’s reach away from me, her dark brown hair in a bun, her bright eyes staring right at me, as if she was exposing all my secrets with just her stare. Her skin was just as beautiful as I imagined it to be up close, fair and smooth. Her legs shone with a certain gleam, as if they were freshly waxed. Her lips were a luscious red, red that stood out from her fair skin. I noted her bikini, the cloth that covered all her sensitive and forbidden parts, yet I mentally stripped her all the same.

What could she want…?

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Dear reader,

I hope that you’ve enjoyed this short story! As you may have noticed (or may not have due to your excitement), the story is still incomplete. I am leaving the second half of the story to you readers to imagine and write. Are you going to dominate her and take her for yourself? Or is she the dominant one? Will it be rough or gentle? What type of girl is she like?

I am hereby opening the second half of the story for anyone to write in and let me know what they think will happen. Do note the few pointers I have below for the second half of the story:
- It should be written from a female point of view
- Foreplay should be well-written. I love a good foreplay.
- A considerable length, about 1,000-1,500 words
- Anything socially acceptable is fine. No cannibalism, bestiality, blood or gore. This isn’t Game of Thrones.

The best entry will be posted as a continuation to the first half of the story (and maybe get to know me better too?). I’ll be accepting your stories till 8 July 2016, 2359, so do email me your entries at Jezebel.Ira@gmail.com! I hope to hear from all you readers soon!

PS: Emails with junk/one sentences/requests will be strictly ignored. Other than the above requirements, the rest is up to your imagination.

Short Story: Good Morning

I awoke slowly to the morning sun shining in through the window, its gentle rays caressing me, catching the dust floating in the air. My legs were entwined under the white bedsheets comfortable with the warmth it provided me in the air conditioned room.

I propped myself up slowly, taking care not to wake my boyfriend up from his sleep. I continued to watch as he slept, his naked chest heaving with each breath of his, the sound gentle and soothing. I smiled to myself as I leaned into his hair, smelling the smell that I loved so much. I wrapped my arms around his torso, just glad to have my arms filled with someone I love.

He did not stir at all, probably tired from all the fun we had last night. I continued to smell his aroma, a smell I just cannot get enough of. I traced my fingers slowly across his chest, feeling his smooth skin underneath my fingertips. Circling his nipple, I gave it a gentle flick. I turned to look at him as he moaned a little, his eyes still closed and his mouth half-open in mid-moan.

I continued trace my fingers across his body, alternating between my fingertips and my palm. Each time I moved near his nipple, I could sense him tensing a little, hairs on his arms rising, as if in anticipation.

With my other hand, I reached under my silk nightgown, feeling for the parts of me I knew so well. I felt my hand come into contact with my little tuft of hair between my legs, well-trimmed into a triangle pointing towards my most private regions. Parting my legs a little, my hands found the crevice between my legs, a small slit breaking the smooth skin. I probed into the crevice, finding myself moist between my legs. I stifled a moan as I accidentally brushed against my clit. My pussy was still sore from last night, but I was aroused nevertheless.

With my arm upon my boyfriend’s chest, I drifted slowly under the sheets, reaching for the area below his waist. It did not take me long to find what I wanted, a tent already set up using his underwear as a canvas. I laid my hands upon his cock, feeling the warmth of his rod through his underwear. I could feel his blood pulsing through his cock, fuelling his rock hard erection, the same large cock that pierced me just the night before.

 I lifted his tent to the side, springing his cock free of his tight briefs. I felt his warm rod of flesh directly, his cock pulsing within my hands. I could barely wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. How on earth did I get this much cock within me last night? I continued to slide my fingers between my pussy lips, taking care not to touch my sensitive clit. That was too much of a sensory overload for me.

I glided my fingers softly all over his cock, feeling his oozing precum between my fingertips as I paused at his cock head. His foreskin has totally drawn back, and the head of his cock was covered in precum. I ducked under the blanket, seeing for myself his large member, pointing directly up at heaven, the same place he sent me last night. The air underneath the blanket smelled strongly of sex, a mixture of the smells of our arousals.

Both my hands were wet, one drenched in my pussy fluids, the other drenched in his precum. With the amount of fluids on both my hands, I could easily glide my fingers across both my pussy and slide my fingers up and down his thick cock. I moved closer to his cock, the smell of his sex turning me on, the tingling feeling between my legs getting stronger. I stopped with my nose right above his cock, smelling the strong smell of his precum.

Sticking out my tongue a little, I contacted the head of his penis, tasting the salty precum. My pussy was aching, ready to take something within me. Ready, I slid my fingers further down my slit, finding the opening of my vagina, well-lubricated for my entry. Easily, I inserted my fingers into my warm privates, feeling the aching lips parting easily for my fingers. I could feel how sensitive I was down there, easily reacting to the simple penetration of my own fingers. I felt the warm velvety flesh envelop my fingers, my fingers bringing me so much pleasure with its gentle strokes.

With my mind half in euphoria, I took his cock head within my mouth, the entire head barely fitting into my lips. With just his head in my mouth, I could already feel his cock filling up all the space my mouth had to offer. I was barely halfway down his cock. Nevertheless, I sucked, tasting more of his sweet nectar upon my tongue, fingering myself gently underneath the sheets.

What my mouth could not cover, I stroked with my free hand, making use of the mix of saliva and precum tricking down his shaft. I sucked his cock with enthusiasm, my mind totally focused on the pleasure doing this gave me. His moans were also audible now, coming from above the bedsheets. I could hear his deep voice moaning in pleasure, his hand weighing down upon my head through the sheets.

I moaned on his cock as I pleasured myself, my voice box sending vibrations down his shaft, inciting more moans from him even as I moaned. I could feel myself drawing near to my release, my vaginal muscles tightening upon my fingers deep within me, my body tensing and preparing for the unimaginable waves of pleasure.

His cock felt good in my mouth, the large meat almost choking me. I started to stroke his shaft faster, hoping that he will come as I do. With one last thrust into my pussy, I felt my pussy pulse as waves of orgasm swept over me.

At the same time, I felt the cock within my mouth tense up for a while, before spurting its warm load down into my throat, filling up whatever space I had in my mouth. The taste of his semen filling up my mouth could not have come at a better time. The orgasm felt so good, I almost had trouble keeping myself conscious. Waves after waves of pleasure washed over me, as his cock continued to unload his semen into my mouth. I tried my best to keep it all in, enjoying the taste within my mouth as I came.

Before long, I felt the last waves of my orgasm come to an end, leaving a tingling sensation within my pussy. I emerged from the sheets, greeting my boyfriend with a smile. I opened my mouth, showing him the semen that I kept within my mouth. With one gulp, I swallowed his cum, feeling the warm, sticky fluid sliding down my throat.

“Good morning to you too.” He smiled.