What Happened in the Chalet Pool That Sunday

I had spent that last night away from the chalet, in a hotel room with Lucía. I got up early, dressed without making a sound, and left a kiss on her forehead and a note with my number on the nightstand. I promised nothing. Sometimes what isn’t promised is exactly what lasts the longest.

When I went out into the street, the sun was already beating down hard even though it was barely past noon. I had a long coffee and a piece of toast in the first bar I found, and I ordered a taxi to take me back. No one had warned me about anything, but my car was still parked inside the estate, right where I had left it.

The night, from what I could see, had been lively. The garden was strewn with cups, a T-shirt hung from a lounger, and a bra floated on the edge of the pool. I picked up the cups so no one would step on them barefoot, stripped naked, and slipped into the water. It was cool, perfect for a hangover. I swam a couple of quiet lengths until a voice pulled me out of my trance.

—Good morning to the oldest and the biggest flirt —she said, laughing—. Where did you disappear to last night?

It was Renata. We called her “the panther,” and the nickname suited her perfectly.

—It was a long night —I replied—. I can’t tell you more. But from what I can see, nobody was bored here either.

—Something happened, yes. Mind if I join you in the water?

—Of course. I don’t own the pool exclusively.

Renata slid in and swam toward me with the calm of someone who knows she has all the time in the world. She leaned on the edge beside me and started telling me.

—We got together around three —she said—. The four of us were coming off a bad run, no luck at all. And then two tall, broad guys showed up, the kind who don’t need to talk much. With Damián and us, we all came back here.

I laughed.

—And you? Tell me yours.

—Mine was the least of it, just look at the injustice. Damián and Nadia put on a hell of a show. Sira was screaming as if they were killing her, and Helena melted in the blond guy’s arms. I stayed and watched till the end, seeing Helena end up wrecked on the floor, Sira with two at once, and Nadia screaming with one shoved in her from behind.

—Watching? I don’t believe you.

—Watching and keeping my hand busy —she admitted—. I fingered myself, getting all the fingers in I could. So here I am, hot since last night. Touch me, go on.

She took my hand and guided it between her legs, under the water. She was soaked through, and not from the pool.

—You’re burning up —I whispered in her ear.

—Then do something to me. I know you’re good at it.

I looked at her hungrily and pulled her wrist toward the steps.

—Out of the water. You can’t fuck properly in here.

We came out dripping and headed to the loungers. I put her on her knees in front of me; she already knew what was coming. She took me in her hand and slid me into her mouth slowly, without rushing, until I was hard as a rock. When she was ready, I grabbed her by the nape, bent her over the lounger, and drove in with one thrust, all the way to the hilt.

—Fuck —she growled—, I needed this.

I pulled out of her slowly and then drove back in hard, setting a pace that made her cling to the fabric with both hands. The sun beat down on our backs and the only sound was the water dripping off our bodies and her taking me in.

—Count —I told her—. Let’s see if you can get to thirty.

Renata counted out loud and, with each number, her moans rose a notch. Twenty-five, twenty-six, the sound of her body against mine getting more obscene with every stroke.

—Harder, bastard, harder... twenty-nine... thirty.

She started shaking over the lounger, babbling things that made no sense, and came hard, all over, with her whole body.

—I want more —she panted as she caught her breath—. I want it all. I want you to leave me in pieces.

—Then let’s go upstairs. I’d rather have the bed.

The house was still quiet, so we went up carefully, making sure not to wake anyone. In the bedroom I pushed her onto the bed; she fell sitting, legs open, and I threw myself between them. I parted her lips with my fingers and started licking her slowly, barely brushing her clit with the tip of my tongue, so soft she twisted under me begging for more.

She held my head with both hands, pressing me to her each time I sped up. When I felt her at the limit, I held her thighs apart so she wouldn’t close them and traced a fast rhythm with my tongue that drove her to a long orgasm, the kind that hurts because it’s so intense.

—Stop, stop —she begged, laughing—, you’re killing me, please.

—Not yet.

She got herself onto all fours at the edge of the bed, swaying her hips, looking for me.

—Easy —I told her, stroking her back—. Slow now. I want to feel you fall apart.

I placed a couple of pillows under her hips to lift her pussy; I wasn’t a kid anymore and any trick was welcome. I held her by the waist and entered very slowly, feeling her walls close around me. She lifted her hips searching for more, and I gave it to her drop by drop, enjoying her impatience.

Little by little I picked up speed. I lifted her hips, let her hook her legs around my waist, and looked her in the eyes while I took her hard. The sway of her breasts had me hypnotized, and her increasingly loud gasps pushed me toward an ending that came with force. I emptied inside her, deep, while Renata screamed with pleasure.

I collapsed on top of her, spent. That woman left me with no battery left for a week. Beside me she was smiling like someone who had won the match, and the truth was she had.

***

Sounds started coming from inside the house. We went downstairs. Everyone was already in the pool: the three girls, Damián, and the two newcomers, stretched out in the sun. I introduced myself to the strangers —the blond one and the dark-haired one— and we carried on. It was the last day; we had until six to leave the chalet spotless and get the hell out.

At around one o’clock, the blond one dove into the water headfirst. Helena, Nadia, and Damián followed, and it turned into a flurry of splashes and hands that very quickly stopped being innocent. The dark-haired one went straight for Renata, holding her by the hips.

—You scare me a little —he told her—, acting all cocky like that.

—And that’s because you still don’t know what’s good —she answered.

Nadia took refuge in my arms and clung to me like a limpet.

—You’ll protect me?

—Of course, gorgeous.

The blond one took Helena all the way to the deep end, caressing her breasts on the way. When they surfaced, she seemed about to say something, but he sealed her mouth with a kiss. Sira, meanwhile, had moved close to Damián and was holding his cock in her hand, feeling it grow.

Nadia sat on my lap, facing away, legs spread. I caressed her breasts while the two of us watched the spectacle from our corner, like two front-row spectators. There was something hypnotic about watching it all without hurrying, about being both part of it and witness to it.

Renata had her arms around the dark-haired guy’s neck and her legs wrapped around his waist; they didn’t part their mouths even to breathe. He braced himself and let her down slowly, impaling himself little by little while he reached for her lips again.

One of my hands pinched Nadia’s nipple; the other, bolder one, was stroking her sex under the water. The blond guy had seated Helena on the pool edge and was devouring her pussy nonstop; she writhed on that tireless mouth. Damián and Sira, on the grass, tangled in a ravenous sixty-nine, devouring each other without mercy.

My erection, hard in a way I hadn’t felt in years, was straining to get into Nadia. She felt it against her thigh, grabbed it with her hand, and let herself sink down until she took it all in. We stayed still for an instant, her clenching around me, me tracing circles over her clit with a finger.

Out of the water, the dark-haired one had Renata held by the hips and was pounding into her with all his strength. She didn’t hold out long; she’d been hot since morning and came while clutching his neck. Sira, meanwhile, lifted her body, slammed herself down onto Damián’s mouth, and came screaming before throwing herself back at him.

Nadia started an agonizingly slow up-and-down motion that made me feel every centimeter of that tight cunt. She moaned softly, never changing pace, enjoying the torment. The blond one had taken Helena up onto the lawn and was fucking her like a beast, in a fast missionary that made her scream and beg for mercy. When he emptied inside her, the two of them collapsed, spent, onto the grass.

—Squeeze my nipples —Nadia begged me—. Hard, really hard.

I obeyed, and at once I felt a hot river over my thighs and the shudder of her orgasm running through her. She kept moving slowly, now with my fingers pinching her nipples.

We watched the dark-haired one position himself behind Sira, who was still eating Damián out. He smeared her well with saliva and entered slowly.

—Slowly, bastard —she protested—, you’re splitting me in half.

He stopped, spit again, and pushed in a little more, until the cock disappeared completely. Sira marked with her mouth the same rhythm she was getting from behind, trapped between the two of them.

—Let go of my nipples and stroke them —Nadia whispered to me.

I did, and she let out a long cry that turned into a sigh and then a shout, spilling again over my thighs. She sought my mouth hungrily and stayed still, trembling, kissing me.

Sira was taking both cocks at once, and had lost count of how many times she’d come. When the two guys pulled back, they came all over her face. Damián shot first, then the dark-haired one; between them they left her face and breasts ruined. She, satisfied, scooped up a little with her finger and brought it to her mouth greedily.

Nadia turned toward me.

—Fuck me —she begged—. Hard, really hard.

I held her by the buttocks, lifted her a little, and started a blisteringly fast in-and-out rhythm that, given how turned on I was, didn’t last very long. But it was enough: we finished locked into each other, breathless.

We cleaned up the chalet together, showered, and got dressed. We left the two guys in the village, the girls went off on their own, and I took Damián as far as Toledo before heading home, unhurried, with that stupid smile of someone who knows he won’t forget it for a long time.