Amy's pool party

When I was dating the man who would become my husband, I lived in an unusual apartment complex. It was supposed to be a resort-style complex and had fake palm trees and pools everywhere. Of course, that was 30 years ago, when it was first built; since then, it had deteriorated quite a bit. Several smaller pools had actually been closed, and most people gathered at one of the two large pools in the center of the complex.

Although it was a bit neglected, it was affordable, and between my building and the next was one of the smaller pools. It was rarely used, but I enjoyed it because it was very private and I was almost always alone.

There was a sign saying it closed at dusk, and sometimes (usually on weekends, rarely on a weekday) the maintenance man would come lock the gate. What most people didn’t realize, however, was that if you walked through the locked stairwell at the end of my building and came out the back, there was a narrower gate leading to the same pool area. This was the entrance I mostly used, and it was never locked.

I mention this because I used to have some pleasant times in that pool. An hour after sunset, around 9 PM, I’d sneak in for a late-night swim. Several people did this on weekends, but I was almost always the only one on weekdays.

The lights in the pool didn’t work at all, and there was only one light that worked in the patio by the front gate, so it was possible to swim in relative privacy—especially since the pool was higher than the parking lot, and there were no windows at the ends of either building.

Sorry if I’m rambling, but the point is there was a lot of privacy after sunset. Now most of you ladies have probably already figured out where this is going. Yes, there was a nice spot by the deep end (which was only six feet deep) where a powerful jet pulsed.

I would drift over to the jet and slide the crotch of my swimsuit aside. That amazing jet would pound against my clitoris—oh, heaven! Often I’d let my top drop a bit so my tits could float free. I loved playing with them or sucking them during masturbation. And let me assure you, I always got a powerful orgasm from that happy little jet!

I only got caught once in all the times I did it. I had just finished and was drifting gently toward the shallow end when I heard the gate creak. I looked up and saw another woman coming in. I’d seen her before but didn’t know her name. She was a mature woman in her sixties with a voluptuous figure. She wore a dark green suit and slipped softly into the water.

She apologized for the intrusion.

“That’s okay, I was done anyway.”

“I know,” she said. “I waited until you were finished before I came in.”

I must have turned bright red with embarrassment, because before I could say anything, she said, “Oh, don’t worry about that, honey. Hell, I’m here for the same reason.”

“Well then…” I stammered a bit. “I, uh, recommend it.”

“As you like,” she said, drifting toward the jet. “You don’t have to leave on my account.”

I watched as she spread her legs before the jet, and I had no doubt about what she was planning.

I thought about staying, but decided I didn’t know how far she wanted to go, so I wussed out and got out of the water. I actually didn’t want to disturb her, but my keys and towel were on the chair near the jet, so I had to walk right past her to get them.

“Goodnight,” she moaned at me.

After I’d gathered my things, I paused beside her and looked down. Although I couldn’t see much, I could make out her freely floating tits. “Enjoy!” I encouraged her, not that she needed it.

“I’m… ooooo, I am,” she replied.

I left her alone and went back to my apartment.

I must confess, one late night I got quite bold. My fiancé had to work a Sunday night—some computer project—so he came over for lunch, and for dessert I made love to him passionately for about three hours. I was so satisfied that I fell asleep naked and content.

He must have really worn me out; I didn’t wake up until early in the morning. I’ll never forget it—it was 3:33 AM. Wow, I had slept almost 11 hours. I was still naked and incredibly horny. You’d think my earlier session would have satisfied me, but it only made me hornier. I tried masturbating for a while but couldn’t quite reach that big orgasm I wanted. Eventually I decided there was only one remedy. It was time for a pool party.

I tended to go through a lot of swimsuits. The constant sliding aside of the crotch eventually wore out the elastic so it no longer covered my cunt adequately—fine in the pool, less fine when walking up the stairs past the flirty older gentleman who lived on the ground floor.

I had just bought a brand-new swimsuit, an all-black one-piece. I didn’t fasten the shoulder straps; I knew I wanted my tits free once I got in the water. I grabbed a towel and went, as quietly as my bare feet could manage, to the pool.

I tossed my towel on a nearby chair. I couldn’t ignore that even the normally working light wasn’t working anymore, making the pool very dark and private. When I descended the pool stairs into the water, one of my tits popped out of the suit. Ah, it would be free soon anyway, so I left it.

I went to my friend the jet and slid the tight crotch of my swimsuit aside. I let my other tit float free, pushed my swimsuit down to my waist. I enjoyed drifting there, but the brand-new elasticity of my swimsuit kept snapping the panel back over my hairy cunt, cutting off the watery vibrator.

After having to keep reopening it, I got really frustrated. I was so damn horny at that point that I didn’t care anymore. I reached down and pushed the suit off my body, kicked it away in the dark water. I returned to my jet and held my cunt lips wide open, letting the water pound against my clitoris. FUCK, it was amazing!

I felt so naughty, completely naked in the water like that. I had a massive orgasm, which kept going and going. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed away, floating freely. I let myself calm down, then drifted back to the jet. This time, however, I pressed my fleshy ass against it. The water flowed over my anus, went under me, then bubbled up over my cunt. It tickled a bit as my pubic hair swirled around, but also made me tingle.

I decided one more was fine and turned so the water could pound straight against my clitoris again. I played with my freely floating tits, squeezing and sucking them as the water slowly built my orgasm. Since my ass was still tingling, I reached back and lightly rubbed one finger over my anus. That light touch was enough to push me over; my cunt exploded with one of the biggest orgasms of my life.

I floated in the water, enjoying the afterglow and the erotic feeling of being naked. After a few minutes, however, I decided I probably should go, and spent a good ten minutes searching for my black suit in the dark water. I eventually found it, but at that point I decided it was too much trouble to put back on.

Even bolder, I got out of the water and grabbed my towel. With one hand holding my towel and the other holding my suit, I walked out of the pool area and back upstairs, naked as the day I was born. I admit I had to force myself not to run, but I felt so… erotic in that situation—knowing anyone could have seen me if they happened to come out their door at the right moment.

I made it back to the apartment unscathed, or at least as far as I know, I wasn’t seen. By then it was almost time to get up, so I took a relaxing shower and was soon on my way to work. But all day I could think of nothing but my private pool party!