My First Affair Was with a Woman at the Pool

I woke up aching from the day before. On the outing, while I was jumping between the rocks in the cove, I slipped and took a nasty knock to my shin. So that morning I had made up my mind: no trails or backpacks. I planned to stay at the hotel, with my all-inclusive wristband and the pool, without moving from my sun lounger all damn day.

Andrés, on the other hand, had no intention of giving up the bike ride through the nature park. After breakfast I went upstairs to the room with him, watched him put on his helmet and gloves with that childlike excitement, and as soon as he left I took a deep breath. The whole day to myself.

I put on a thong bikini and a very thin cotton dress, almost transparent, and went down to the pool area with my book tucked under my arm. I chose a lounger in the sun, rubbed protective oil onto my legs and shoulders, and just as I was beginning to relax, Noa came over.

—Hi, Carla! How are you? How’s that leg? —she asked as she settled her lounger a couple of yards from mine.

—Fine, I’m just left with an ugly bruise. But today I’m skipping excursions; today is all about total relaxation —I replied.

—Good for you. I’ve decided to slow down a little too. I haven’t stopped walking since I got here, and in the end your body asks you to rest.

She put on her sunglasses and lay down. The sun bronzed that already incredibly dark skin of hers even more.

I had met Noa on the excursions over the previous few days. She was traveling alone, was of Filipino descent, and had a long, jet-black mane that fell to her waist. Her almond-shaped eyes, small round nose, and full lips made her tremendously exotic. It was hard not to look at her.

I watched her get up and head for the water’s edge. I saw her dive in cleanly, hardly making a splash. She emerged with her wet, straight hair swept back and climbed the ladder while water ran down her body. She was short but powerfully built, with good muscle tone and curves that were pure shamelessness. There was nothing skinny about her, and yet not 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 strange magnetism, the kind who spread good vibes as soon as they opened their mouths.

Before long we were caught up in a conversation that wouldn’t stop. At one point we pushed our loungers together so we could talk more comfortably, shoulder to shoulder beneath the same sun, and that was when she said to me, without changing her tone:

—Don’t freak out, but your bikini’s shifted and half your pussy is showing.

She said it as naturally as your best friend would have.

—Oh my God, how embarrassing! —I said, bright red to the tips of my ears.

—Relax, I don’t mind. But the place is filling up and it’s not really appropriate. 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 body gave a jolt. I didn’t know what to say. I was thrown, the sentence spinning around in my head, and my biggest surprise was discovering that it had turned me on. Suddenly, without warning.

I adjusted my bikini and saw that it was tied wrong, half twisted. I jumped to my feet, blurted out an irrelevant “sorry,” and started walking toward my room. On the way, I couldn’t stop thinking. What was that? Why did she say “juicy”? And, above all, why the hell did it turn me on?

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

—Carla! Hey! —It was Noa, holding my things. In the confusion, I had left my book and sunglasses on the lounger.

—Oh, sorry —I said, still blushing—. I got nervous…

—You forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable; I didn’t think you’d get so worked up just because I told you the truth —she was looking at me with half a smile on her lips.

—And how are you so sure it’s true?

—I don’t know. I sensed it while I was looking at you all that time. Although I’d love it if you let me check for myself.

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

—Go ahead. See for yourself.

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

—I was wrong —she whispered—. It isn’t juicy. It’s luscious.

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

I don’t understand how I got to that point so quickly. I slid my arm behind my back, swiped the card, and opened the door. Hearing the click, and still with her finger inside me, she pushed the door open with her other hand and the two of us slipped into the room.

As soon as we crossed the threshold, she pulled out her finger and put it in her mouth without taking her eyes off me, as if she were savoring a secret. Then she pulled aside the top of my bikini, baring my breasts. She bent down, took one into her mouth, and at the same time her hand went searching for me between my legs again. Her fingers moved with a confidence that disarmed me; I could hear the wet rubbing as they slid between my skin and my juices.

Then she crouched down. She unfastened my crooked bikini bottoms and took them off completely. I parted 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 clitoris, her tongue running over my entrance, her fingers sliding in and out. My legs began to give way.

—Let’s go to the sofa —I asked in a thread of a voice.

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

On the way to the sofa, reality slapped me across the face. I saw Andrés’s things scattered around the room: his T-shirt on the chair, his sneakers beside the bed, his phone charger plugged in. And the guilt hit me all at once. Until that moment I hadn’t stopped for even a second to think about him. Noa had made me so horny that I had gone crazy.

It was the first time I had 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 the thing I could no longer get out of my head.

***

We sat on the sofa and started kissing again, more slowly this time. Now I was the one who took off her bra. Her breasts were revealed, with dark nipples, not very large but delicious-looking, practically begging for a mouth. I took them to my tongue one after the other, pressing her breasts together with my hands. I watched her moan while I devoured her, and felt my pussy dripping between my legs.

After the feast, I decided to move on to the main course. I pulled down her bikini bottoms and finally had her sex in front of me. She wore only a small triangle of trimmed hair on her pubis; the rest was shaved to the millimeter. Her swollen lips were gleaming with the juices that gave her away. She was just as horny as I was.

I didn’t linger. I brought my mouth to her and began to lick her while improvising with my tongue and fingers the best tricks I could think of. It was the first time I had eaten someone’s pussy, and I enjoyed it with a brazenness I didn’t recognize in myself. Once again, a pang: 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 it to her.

Just imagining it made me even wetter.

At that moment Noa sat up. She lay me down beside her, grabbed one of my legs, and pulled me toward her until her sex was pressed against mine. We began rubbing against each other, one against the other, harder and harder. I felt her juices mixing with mine, the rubbing becoming slippery and frantic. She ended up almost standing, braced against the edge of the sofa, wrapped around my thigh, grinding against me without stopping.

I watched her in amazement. She was breathing hard, moving her hips with increasing energy, and then I felt it. I felt her sex explode over mine, her lips pulsing, my crotch drenched in her come. Seeing her come like that made me incredibly crude: clinging to my leg, sweating, her eyes squeezed shut, moaning, arching her back with every spasm.

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

She looked at me, still breathing unevenly, and between gasps said:

—Fuck… you had me so horny, I couldn’t hold back. You’ve got a pussy that’s a delight.

—Then come eat it, because I want to come in your mouth —I replied brazenly.

She laughed. She gently released my leg, kissing it from the bottom upward until she reached my crotch again. I felt her mouth settle over my clitoris and begin to kiss it, while her fingers circled my entrance without going in. It drove me crazy.

She leaned over me and began sucking my breasts again without stopping her caresses.

—God, I just can’t stop licking these nipples of yours; they make me wild —she murmured.

I saw that she was masturbating with her other hand. I was stunned by what she was capable of: masturbating me, eating my breasts, and touching herself, all at once. It didn’t take long for her to moan again. The shameless woman was coming all over me for a second time.

—Sorry, I really wanted to —she smiled, and hopped down toward my sex again.

This time I felt her fingers massaging my clitoris and her tongue hovering around my entrance. She placed her thumb on my clitoris and began drawing circles, gliding almost magically through all that wetness. Her pace was gentle but steady, without a pause. Her tongue licked my pussy forcefully, the tip slipping inside, while she alternated two fingers of her other hand. She did it with a mastery that left me speechless. Without a doubt, one of the best pussy-eatings of my life.

I came with a sigh. I couldn’t hold out any longer: I began to tremble uncontrollably, felt my sex come undone against her mouth in spasms, my legs shaking, my clitoris hypersensitive. She noticed and gradually slowed down until she pulled away and looked at me with a smile.

She sat up to kiss me, and I discovered what my own taste was like on another woman’s lips. The truth was, I tasted delicious.

***

—I should go, right? —she said, gathering up her hair.

—Yes… I suppose Andrés won’t be long now —I replied, and suddenly 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 certainly not with a woman. In fact, it was my first time.

—Really? Well, girl, you’re damn good at it —she laughed as she tied her bikini—. Don’t worry, I don’t have any 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 winked at me.

She gathered her things, gave me one last slow kiss, the kind that leaves a trace, and left the room as if nothing had happened. I stayed sitting on the sofa, my heart still racing and a smile on my lips that was anything but innocent. When Andrés came in an hour later, sweaty and happy, telling me how beautiful the route had been, I smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek, and asked about the park. And for the first time in my life I discovered how easy it was to keep a secret I never intended to tell anyone.