Chapter 38: Can't Keep My Hands Off Of Him

I've never done anything even remotely sexual in a pool before. Somehow this feels even dirtier than doing it in an airplane lavatory, and I am totally here for it. Releasing his pants, I loop my arms around his neck, meeting his tongue with mine, savoring the flavor of him as I hook one leg around his hips, allowing him easier access with his hand. His fingers touch me confidently, a practiced waltz of gentle caresses and torturous pressure.

I don't know how much longer I can take this. I can hear myself whimpering and moaning against his mouth, but it's like the sounds are coming from someone else. From some other girl who still has control of her motor functions.

When his finger slips inside me, I almost come on the spot. How can that be all it takes? What's happened to me?

He moves his finger in slow strokes, sliding in and out of me, in and out, until I feel as high as a kite. And then the pressure increases, my body stretching for more, and I realize he's added a second finger