Carolina’s Pool and the Swimsuit I Forgot

Carolina was inviting me back to her country house again. She had been living for more than a year on that tiny plot on the outskirts, with her two dogs, her three cats, and a vegetable garden she said she kept “for therapy.” It was enough for her not to miss the city, the bars, or men by any means.

At thirty-six, she was still spectacular, even though she had canceled the gym the day she signed the mortgage. The house forced her to move around, and genetics had given her a generous chest, C cup, with a rounded shape that defied logic. She was a pleasant, intelligent, attractive woman, and yet she had uninstalled every dating app the previous summer with a relief that was almost enviable.

What we had was a strange friendship. When she had two drinks in her, her eyes would go to my crotch without the slightest attempt at hiding it. She’d comment on the bulge, reach out if the situation allowed it, and then pretend nothing had happened. The perfect fantasy for an exhibitionist like me, who enjoyed her shameless gaze more than half my real encounters.

I knew accepting the invitation meant I’d be swimming naked. It was a routine we repeated every summer. I loaded two liters of sangria into the car, a couple of towels, and drove to her place with the plan clear: pool in the afternoon, barbecue at night, and Beatriz, the other friend in the group, joining us for dinner.

Carolina greeted me at the door wearing an old, tight tank top that outlined her nipples and gave her an immoral cleavage. It was the same shirt from three years earlier, when I still wasn’t used to seeing her like that. I recognized it at once.

“That shirt again?” I said, not bothering to hide my stare.

“It’s super comfortable. And we’re close, right?”

“We’re close, but you still look like an invitation.”

She laughed, poured the first sangria, and we sat under the pergola. My eyes kept going back and forth between her cleavage and her smile. With every sip I imagined parking my cock between those tits, and every time she leaned down to grab the pitcher, the fantasy climbed higher.

“Dude, Dani, you’ve seen them a million times. Don’t you get bored?”

“I’m a man, Caro. Men don’t get bored of tits. Only gays do.”

“Haha. I’ll never understand that fascination.”

“Neither do I, but we have it. And you know it, because if you wear that shirt it’s because you like provoking it.”

“I would never admit that in front of a judge.”

She took a long drink and looked at me over the rim of her glass. It was obvious the game had already started. My crotch could feel it; each word from her summoned it a little more. After the second pitcher, I announced the next phase.

“I’m going to get the swim stuff ready.”

“Okay. I’ll change in my room. I bought a new bikini and I want to debut it with you. I’m embarrassed to wear it at beaches with people around, so I’m using you for a trial run.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve given in to thongs.”

“Yep. All my friends wear them, and they say tan lines are a thing of the past.”

“Welcome to the twenty-first century.”

While she disappeared down the hall, I opened my bag and pretended to look for my swimsuit. I rummaged through four random things, muttered a couple of complaints under my breath, and waited. When she came out, she was wearing a bottle-green bikini. The top barely contained her breasts; the bottom was literally a string.

“Fuck, Caro, you’ve gone from granny panties to a monastic thong,” I blurted.

“It was the only color I liked, but this was the only cut they had.”

“I’m not complaining. Turn around.”

She spun around with a mix of coyness and embarrassment. Her perky ass moved in front of me as if it had been waiting for months. I couldn’t resist: I gave it a soft slap, more bite than smack, and took the chance to grope it.

“Hands off!” she squealed, laughing.

“Impossible not to give in.”

“And you? Are you going to look for your swimsuit or what?”

“I’d swear I packed it. But it’s not showing up.”

“How convenient. Now you’ve got an excuse to show off your toy.”

“You’ll have to lend me one of your old ones.”

“Haha, come on. Wait.”

She went to get the garment while I luxuriated in the sight of her ass swaying. I squeezed the bulge over my pants; alcohol helped get me hard in no time, and I knew that in five minutes I’d be standing in front of her with everything on display. She came back with a classic-cut bikini bottom that, obviously, wasn’t going to fit me even remotely.

“Here, try it.”

I stood in front of her. First I took off my shirt, slowly, showing off my torso and giving her time to anticipate the rest. Then I pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time, staring straight at her. By the time my cock came out, it was already fully hard.

“You’re already like that, Dani?” Carolina said, not taking her eyes off me. “No wonder no bikini fits you.”

“The sangria, the tits, the thong… I’m not made of stone.”

“No, but your friend almost is.”

I tried to stuff the women’s bikini on myself to give her the full show. My balls were spilling out one side, my cock the other. Carolina was cracking up.

“Stop, stop. If that bottom doesn’t fit you normally, imagine it like that.”

“Screw it. Naked, then.”

I stayed standing there, half-erect, letting her look me over at her leisure. When she licked her lips, I knew the plan was working.

“Well, if you’re going like that, I’m not wearing the top.”

She unclasped the bikini top and her breasts came free. They had a round shape, almost impossible for someone who had never gone under the knife. Her nipples were hard, a detail her “I’m over men” speech didn’t quite explain.

“Come on, into the water,” she said, pretending to be in a hurry. “It’ll do us both good.”

“I’m following you.”

“No. You go first. Now it’s my turn to look.”

I walked toward the pool feeling her eyes pinned to my back and to everything below it. Halfway there she grabbed my ass shamelessly.

“Hey, hands off!”

“I couldn’t help myself,” she mimicked in my voice.

The water was cool, a momentary relief for my half-hard cock. Even so, watching Carolina float with her nipples pointing at the sky kept me in a constant state of arousal. We swam for a while, talking nonsense, as the afternoon turned golden. Until I remembered something absurd.

“Fuck, I didn’t put on sunscreen.”

“True. Neither did I.”

It was six o’clock. In August, at that hour, the sun was still punishing. I got out of the water and started drying myself with emphasis on my crotch, hoping to wake her up again. Carolina, for her part, bent down to look for the bottle in her bag. Her perky ass was at eye level, her tits hanging with a sway that brought me back to life in two seconds.

I slathered myself down facing her, offering her my cock again. She was rubbing cream onto her arms and breasts without the slightest shame, staring at my dick as if it were the first one she had ever seen in her life.

“I’ve been with several men, Dani, but I’d never seen one stay like that in the water.”

“It’s the sangria. And your tits. They don’t help.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Hey, put some on my back. I can’t reach.”

“On it.”

She turned me around and began spreading the cream from my shoulders. She went slowly down my back, over my kidneys, and, without asking permission, continued onto my ass.

“There, there, don’t let me burn.”

“Careful, we don’t want to have to call an ambulance. Damn, you’re rock hard, huh?”

“And my ass too.”

Her left hand was kneading my butt, squeezing. Her right hand moved forward and grabbed my cock hard. Truth was, I was standing there begging for concrete.

“Mmmm. Your cock is definitely harder.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

I pulled out of her hand, turned around, and held my cock just inches from her face. Her eyes followed it like a magnet.

“Holy shit, what a monster. Come on, you put me on.”

I spread cream over her back and ass, repeating her own line, and when I finished I ran my hands over her breasts. My cock found its place between her cheeks, wedged in, poking out at the top because there was no way it would fit all the way in.

I was worked up, half drunk, and very close to breaking an unwritten code. A lifelong friend was not someone you just fucked on impulse, but Carolina had gone months, maybe years, without coming near a cock. And mine had had her obsessed since the day we met.

I pulled away before I made the mistake of letting my guard down.

“There. Tits protected.”

“You’re such an asshole, Dani. Don’t do that, I haven’t had a good lay in way too long.”

“I’m putting cream on you? What an exaggeration.”

“If it weren’t for the fact that we’re friends…”

She turned around. Her nipples were still stiff. Her eyes went back to my cock with a hunger you could almost touch.

“You’d like to suck it, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re a son of a bitch.”

“Or would you rather I fucked you against that chair? You’ve got me so hard. It’s the least I can do for you.”

She didn’t move. I took her hand and put it on my cock. She started jerking me off slowly, squeezing.

“Is it hard enough?”

“Pff…”

“Come on. Nobody’s going to know. There’s still time before Beatriz gets here.”

She bit her lip. Three seconds of doubt and she knelt on the grass, opened her mouth, and looked at it with devotion.

“Not a word about this.”

“It’ll be our secret.”

And she started sucking as if she’d been abstinent for weeks, which was probably the case. She took the whole thing in, moaned, pulled back to lick my balls, then swallowed me again. She grabbed the glass of sangria beside her, took a long drink, and kept going. The cold saliva and the alcohol raised goosebumps on my skin. With her other hand she was rubbing her pussy over her thong.

“Fuck, Caro. You were hungry, huh?”

She didn’t answer. She stuck her tongue out, slapped her face with the tip of my cock, took it to the hilt, and pulled it back out again. She kept at it for several minutes. If I hadn’t already had two pitchers of sangria in me, I’d have emptied my balls in her mouth right away.

“My mouth’s getting tired. It’s huge.”

“Then get up. You sucked me off like a pro, and as such I’m going to fuck you.”

She got up, leaned against the back of the chair, and offered me her ass. I pushed the thong string aside. She was soaked from the waist down. When I started to enter her, she moaned until she ran out of air.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, slowly, slowly.”

“Relax, it’s going in.”

“Aaaah, it’s huge, careful.”

I pumped slowly so she could get used to it. Her wetness gave me enough room to last longer than I expected. I grabbed her hair, pulled slightly back, and bit her shoulder.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

I slapped her left cheek. She answered with a low moan, eyes closed, a look of pleasure on her face. When I felt her body give in completely, I sped up. The sound of flesh against flesh started bouncing off the garden fence. If there were neighbors behind it, they were getting the full story of Carolina’s summer.

I caught her by the neck with an open hand, not squeezing, just keeping time with her. Every thrust brought her back to me. I spanked her ass until it was red, and she didn’t complain: she moaned, clutched the back of the chair, and moved her hips to meet me.

“Aaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah!”

She was loud. I don’t know which orgasm she was on when she started arching her back, but when I felt her legs tense, I let go too. She had an IUD, I knew it, so I didn’t have to pull out. On the final thrust, Carolina screamed like she was possessed.

“AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAH! FUCK!”

A hot jet burst from her cunt and soaked the ground, my leg, everything. Squirt, the first in her life, as I learned later. I spilled inside her almost at the same time, biting her back while I felt my own spasms. I held her with both hands until she stopped shaking.

***

I sat in the chair next to her, still dripping. Carolina let herself fall sideways onto the grass, her face wrecked and a stupid smile on it. I applauded her.

“Well done, Caro. Never better said. You’ve made a mess of the garden.”

“It’s… it’s the first time in my life. I swear.”

“Really?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Was it intense?”

“It’s still going.”

I went to get the mop and a bucket. While I cleaned everything up, she stayed sprawled there, staring at the sky. She confessed that Andrés had a small one, Tomás an average one, and none of her fuck buddies had ever gotten her to that point.

“Maybe it’s a matter of caliber,” I said.

“Caliber and skill. You almost moved my intestines out of place.”

“Full service. Dry spell over, gratification included.”

“Holy fucking shit. I had three orgasms in a row. They wouldn’t stop.”

“That happens when the cast is good.”

Suddenly she realized something more serious. I saw it in her eyes before she opened her mouth.

“Dani, you have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah. And an open relationship. She knows it, and she sleeps with other people too. We signed a peace pact years ago.”

“Fuck. I wouldn’t understand that.”

“Every couple has its rules.”

“But… I don’t want this to change anything between us.”

“Why would it have to change?”

“I don’t know. Friends don’t fuck.”

“I have girlfriends I hook up with every now and then and nobody falls in love. Sometimes it’s just appetite, nothing more.”

“And nobody gets attached?”

“No. Usually it’s because they’ve been without anyone for a while and want a specific cock, no speeches.”

“Okay.”

She nodded, still unsure. We got back into the water. There were still a couple of hours until Beatriz arrived, and we floated there relaxed, slightly drunk, while the dogs watched us from the shade.

After a while, Carolina leaned her back against the pool edge and gave me a look I already knew.

“I’ve never done it in the water.”

“That can be fixed.”

I moved closer, pulled off what was left of her thong, and sat her on the edge. I spread her legs and buried my mouth in her sex. I ate her pussy slowly; she moaned while gripping my hair, her tits rising above the water. I slid back inside her at an unhurried pace, holding her by the waist, her legs wrapping around me. We did it slowly, looking each other in the eyes, until she came again and I finished pressed against the edge.

When we got out of the water, the light was already starting to fade. Beatriz would be there in forty minutes. Carolina was smiling without saying a word as she lit the barbecue. Her thong was still hanging wet over the chair, and I wondered how many more summers we had left as friends.