My First Affair Was with a Woman by the Pool

I woke up aching from the day before. On the excursion, while jumping from rock to rock along the cove, I slipped and took a hard blow to my shin. So that morning I’d made up my mind: no trails, no backpacks. I was planning to stay at the hotel, with the all-inclusive wristband and the pool, not moving from my lounger all damn day.

Andrés, on the other hand, had no intention of giving up the bike ride through the natural park. After breakfast I went up to the room with him, watched him put on his helmet and gloves with that childlike excitement of his, and the moment he left I let out a long breath. The whole day to myself.

I put on a thong bikini, a very thin cotton sundress, almost transparent, and with my book under my arm I headed down to the pool area. I chose a lounger in the sun, rubbed sunscreen oil over my legs and shoulders, and just as I was starting to relax, Noa came over.

“Hi, Carla! How are you? How’s that leg?” she asked, setting her lounger down a couple of meters from mine.

“Fine, it’s just left me with a nasty bruise. But today I’m skipping the excursions. Today is total relaxation,” I answered.

“Good for you. I’ve decided to slow down a bit too. I haven’t stopped walking since I got here and eventually your body asks for a rest.”

She put on her sunglasses and stretched out. The sun bronzed that stunning brown skin of hers even more.

I’d met Noa on the excursions over the previous days. She came alone, was of Filipino origin, and had a long, jet-black mane that fell all the way to her waist. Her slanted eyes, small round nose, and full lips made her incredibly exotic. It was hard not to look at her.

I watched her get up and head to the edge of the water. I saw her dive in cleanly, almost without splashing. She came out with her straight, wet hair slicked back and climbed the ladder while the water ran down her body. She was short but solid, with good muscle and curves that were pure insolence. She wasn’t thin at all and yet there wasn’t a trace of softness. Everything about her seemed firm.

On one of her trips back and forth to the water, I worked up the nerve to get in with her. She was one of those people with a rare magnetism, the kind who infect you with good vibes the moment they open their mouth.

We were instantly tangled up in a conversation that wouldn’t stop. At one point we pushed our loungers together to chat more comfortably, shoulder to shoulder under the same sun, and that was when she said, without changing her tone:

“Don’t freak out, but your bikini’s shifted and I can see half your cunt.”

She said it with the same naturalness your best friend would use.

“Oh my God, how embarrassing!” I said, red to my ears.

“Relax, I don’t care. But this place is filling up with people and that’s not ideal. The truth is I’ve been looking at it for a while… I think it’s the juiciest thing I’ve seen all day.”

My whole body jolted. I didn’t know what to say. I was thrown off, her words spinning around in my head, and my biggest surprise was realizing they’d turned me on. All at once, without warning.

I adjusted my bikini and saw it was tied wrong, half twisted. I got up in a hurry, muttered an out-of-place “sorry,” and headed toward my room. On the way I couldn’t stop thinking. What was that? Why is she calling it juicy? And, above all, why the hell did it turn me on?

Just as I was sliding my card into the door, I heard her voice behind me.

“Carla! Hey!” It was Noa, with my things in her hand. In the confusion I’d left my book and sunglasses on the lounger.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, still blushing. “I got nervous…”

“No, forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t think you’d react like that just because I told you the truth.” She was looking at me with a half smile on her lips.

“And how are you so sure it’s true?”

“I don’t know. I just got the feeling while I was looking at you all this time. Although I’d love for you to let me check for myself.”

I froze, trapped between her and the door. I was aroused, I could feel it in every inch of my skin, and all I could manage to say was:

“Go ahead. Be my guest.”

She held my gaze for a second and immediately reached her hand toward my crotch. She placed the tip of her middle finger on my clit and slid it between my soaked lips, slowly, until stopping right at the entrance. I looked at her; she looked at the wet triangle of my bikini. She lifted her eyes to meet mine.

“I was wrong,” she whispered. “It’s not juicy. It’s succulent.”

She pushed half a finger inside, very slowly, and paused again to look at me before starting to stroke me inside, just with the tip. I was melting. I could feel my heart beating in places it shouldn’t have been beating.

I don’t know how I got there so fast. I slid my arm behind my back, swiped the card, and opened the door. When she heard the click and still had her finger inside me, she pushed the door open with her other hand and we both slipped into the room.

As soon as we crossed the threshold, she pulled her finger out and put it in her mouth, never taking her eyes off me, as if savoring a secret. Then she pulled the top of my bikini aside to leave my breasts bare. She leaned down, took one into her mouth and, meanwhile, her hand went back between my legs. Her fingers moved with an ease that undid me; I could hear the wet friction sliding between my skin and my juices.

Then she crouched down. She unfastened the bikini bottoms I’d had on crooked and took them off completely. I spread my legs a little, almost without thinking, and she brought her face to my crotch. With both hands she opened me up and buried her mouth in me. I felt her full lips sucking my clit, her tongue licking the entrance, her fingers going in and out. My legs started to give way.

“Let’s go to the sofa,” I whispered, barely able to speak.

She nodded, stood up, grabbed my ass, and we kissed for the first time. It seemed absurd to me: she’d already eaten my cunt and we still hadn’t kissed.

On the way to the sofa, reality hit me across the face like a slap. I saw Andrés’s things scattered around the room: his T-shirt on the chair, his sneakers by the bed, his phone charger plugged in. And guilt hit me all at once. Up to that moment I hadn’t stopped for a single second to think about him. Noa had gotten me so worked up I’d gone insane.

It was the first time I’d ever been unfaithful. And it was the first time I was going to sleep with a woman. Even so, I didn’t tell her to leave. I needed to try what I’d already got in my head and couldn’t shake.

***

We sat on the sofa and kissed again, this time more slowly. Now I was the one who took off her bra. I exposed her breasts, with dark nipples, not very big but delicious, begging for a mouth. I took them into my mouth alternately, pressing her breasts together with my hands. I watched her moan while I devoured her, and I felt my cunt leaking between my legs.

After the feast, I decided to move on to the main course. I pulled down her panties and at last had her sex in front of me. She wore only a small triangle of trimmed hair on her pubis; the rest was waxed to the millimeter. Her lips were swollen, shining with the moisture betraying her. She was as hot as I was.

I didn’t waste time. I brought my mouth down and started licking her while improvising with my tongue and fingers the best tricks I could think of. It was the first time I’d ever eaten someone out, and I enjoyed it with a shamelessness I didn’t recognize in myself. Again a stab of guilt: I thought of Andrés. But instead of stopping, I thought about how fucking hot it would be to have him fucking me while I did this to her.

Just imagining it made me even wetter.

At that moment Noa sat up. She laid me down beside her, grabbed one of my legs and pulled me toward her until her sex was pressed against mine. We started rubbing against each other, one against the other, harder and harder. I could feel her juices mixing with mine, the friction turning slippery and frantic. She ended up almost standing, braced on the edge of the sofa, wrapped around my thigh, grinding against me nonstop.

I stared at her in disbelief. She was breathing hard, moving her hips with an energy that kept building, and then I felt it. I felt her orgasm explode over mine, her lips throbbing, my crotch soaked with her cum. I got really turned on seeing her come like that: wrapped around my leg, sweating, her eyes squeezed shut, moaning, arching her back with every spasm.

We were still tangled together, but she had stopped to catch her breath. I, on the other hand, wanted more already. I wanted to come like she had just done.

She looked at me, still breathless, and between gasps she said:

“Fuck… you had me so hot, I couldn’t hold back. You’ve got a cunt that’s a fucking delight.”

“Then come eat me out, because I want to come in your mouth,” I answered, brazenly.

She laughed. She let go of my leg gently, kissing it from bottom to top until she reached my crotch again. I felt her mouth settle over my clit and start kissing it, while her fingers hovered around my entrance without going in. That drove me crazy.

She leaned over me and went back to sucking my breasts without stopping her fingers.

“God, I just can’t stop licking these nipples of yours, they make me crazy,” she murmured.

I saw that with her other hand she was masturbating. I was stunned by what she was capable of: fingering me, sucking my breasts, and touching herself all at once. It didn’t take long before she was moaning again. The shameless bitch was coming again on top of me.

“Sorry, I really wanted it,” she smiled, and dropped back down to my sex again.

This time I felt her fingers massaging my clit and her tongue circling my entrance. She rested her thumb on my clit and began drawing circles, gliding almost magically with so much wetness. Her rhythm was soft but steady, without pause. Her tongue licked my pussy hard, the tip slipping inside, while she alternated two fingers of her other hand. She did it with such skill it left me speechless. Without a doubt, one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.

I came with a sigh. I couldn’t hold on any longer: I started shaking uncontrollably, felt my sex fall apart against her mouth in spasms, my legs trembling, my clit hypersensitive. She noticed and gradually slowed down until she pulled away and looked at me with a smile.

She leaned in to kiss me, and I tasted my own flavor on another woman’s lips. Honestly, it tasted delicious.

***

“I should go, right?” she said, gathering up her mane of hair.

“Yeah… I guess Andrés won’t be much longer,” I replied, and suddenly I felt truly naked, not because of my body, but because of everything else. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’d never done this before, I swear. And especially not with a woman. In fact, it was my first time.”

“Seriously? Well, girl, you’re amazing at it,” she laughed as she tied her bikini strings. “Don’t worry, I have no idea about you. To me you’re just a woman enjoying her body with another woman. That’s all.”

“Yeah, but Andrés…”

“Andrés? Who’s Andrés?” she said, winking at me.

She collected her things, gave me one last slow kiss, the kind that leaves a mark, and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. I stayed sitting on the sofa, my heart still racing and a smile that was anything but innocent. When, an hour later, Andrés came in sweaty and happy, telling me how beautiful the route had been, I smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek, and asked him about the park. And for the first time in my life I discovered how easy it was to keep a secret I had no intention of telling anyone about.