It's late and we snuck off to the heated pool featured at our families' resort. A couple of people are out in the hottub, but it's too crowded for us. We want to be alone. My skin raises in gooseflesh and I shiver. The night is cold. Especially in November. I know, it's Florida. But some freak cold wind rushed by just in time for our vacation. My hair is sopping from swimming underwater, my make-up is clinging for dear life onto my face. My bathing suit is too small (borrowed from little sister). But it still feels great. Better than being locked up in the room with a tv and double beds. I go underwater again to feel the warmth swallow up my head. I feel hands around my waist, pulling me down further. When we come back up, he smiles and wraps his arms once more around me.
He traces a line down my arm, then rubs back up, making me shiver. I shake my head like a wet dog, making him back up and laugh. But only a few seconds pass before he comes back. He pulls me to the side of the pool, holding him against me. He feels me shivering uncontrollably. "Let's make you warm,"he whispers, his lips grazing my ear.
He's massaging my shoulders and my back gently, then sliding his hands over the delicate creases in my stomach. My muscles quiver; it only encourages him more. He strokes my hips and my thighs. I'm relaxing so much that only the water is holding me up. Then he slides his hands lower, teasing the elastic of my bikini. When his hands go in he pauses, making sure I'm okay. I only close my eyes and lean in reply.
His fingers pet and explore, finding my clit and cradling it with his fingertip. Then lifting me from behind, he faces me toward him. I fall against his shoulder in pleasure. His fingers are going deeper inside of me and I'm moaning softly. But then when he tries to take my bikini off completely I stop him. "No,no. Not now."I say, but reluctantly.
He sighs and lets me go. I sink underwater, letting all of my breath out on the way. I sit on the bottom for a while, wondering if I'd ever come back up. Then I hear my name "elise, elise, elise". It's him. His dad is there to get him. I wait for him to dissapear, then wrap myself up in towels and walk back to the room.
Back at the room I take a loong shower, conscious of my skinny body and fading tan. I use a sponge and scrub myself off, pausing between my legs. I wondered what would have happened if I didn't stop him.
And to think that really did happen.