Waiting to Get Wet [Fsub, Mdom, exotic pool]

Adriana Lopez sits tentatively by the pool, unable to move back any further without getting wet. Her tiny blue bikini matches the water; her curvy bronze body is turned slightly to one side, anxious about what’s going to happen. But secretly she wants it to happen.

I’m in Puerto Rico for a few days, trying to get to the bottom of a secret arms deal going down. Intel back in London suggests a corrupt Cuban minister is meeting with a communist sympathiser here in San Juan. They’re supposed to be talking prices while smoking Cuban cigars at a backstreet bar in town. But I spend three hours waiting in the bar today, and the meeting doesn’t happen. I pass the time drinking cocktails in the sun. It’s hard going, but I manage it.

I meet Adriana later that evening in another quiet little bar. She’s waitressing there, serving me exotic rum cocktails. And before long, I can’t help notice her curved bronze body, tightly concealed under a figure-hugging white shirt, top buttons undone to reveal a red lacy bra every time she bends over my table to put drinks down. As she turns away, looking back with a cheeky smile, I try not to stare at her long brown legs going all the way up to a loose black skirt. As she paces back to the bar, I see a flash of matching red knickers with every stride, a firm ass pushing out against that skirt.

After a couple more cocktails, it’s 1am and the quiet little bar is closing. I invite Adriana for a drink after her shift, and she agrees, smiling as she sits down at my table. As she gets comfortable in her seat, I can’t help but get an eyeful of her red lacy underwear under that little black skirt, a kinky girl in formal waitress attire. She orders a gin and tonic, how very British. We chat, flirt, get tipsy together. I tell her I work for a shipping company. Chilled house music plays in the background as other staff at the bar go home, leaving Adriana to lock up. The Puerto Rican air is still so hot and humid. I’m wearing a crisp white short-sleeve shirt by Ralph Lauren, and I worked out intensely in the hotel gym earlier. My chest and arms feel ripped and tight. I catch Adriana giving me the up-and-down.

Now more than a little tipsy, she locks the bar and we head arm in arm back to the 5* hotel I’m staying at in San Juan. But rather than go up to the room and enjoy a nightcap on the terrace, overlooking the palm trees below, we make a sneaky late night visit to the pool. Naturally it’s closed. But working as a spy has its benefits. I click open the lock with a paper clip from my pocket notebook, and we enter, leaving the lights off. But the pool area is still lit up, cool blue water shimmering. I’m unsurprised to find out Adriana carries a spare bikini in her bag. With curves like that, she probably spends most her free time swimming in the sea.

She changes into her tiny blue bikini, looking hotter than ever, and sits tentatively by the edge of the pool. She leans back a little, waiting for me to make a move. I peel my shirt off, revealing my taut chest and strong arms. And I walk over to the pool’s edge in Calvin Kleins. She looks nervous and hesitant, probably from the fear of being caught. But she wants me to take control.

Holding her curvy hips down with one hand at the edge of the pool, I bend her back into the water, letting her head get wet. The stretch is difficult, her stomach tenses up, but she’s flexible. Now her head is partly under water, her breasts sticking up, almost bursting out of her tiny bikini bra as she struggles to hold the position.

Holding her thighs down on the edge of the pool, I slide her legs wide apart with my other hand, her little bikini bottoms stretched, her smooth private area peeking out at each side. I then scoop some chilly water out from the pool and splash it onto her stomach, letting it trickle down between her open legs. She tenses up, then relaxes as she leans back further into the pool, her breasts still above water, bikini bra struggling to stay on.

Then I slide her little bikini bottoms down a bit, exposing the top of her smooth private area. And again I scoop water from the pool and let it trickle down between her legs, this time entering the top of her panties. She flinches up again, but this time her body gives in, her stomach relaxes, and she leans all the way back into the pool, her bottom half still pinned down on the edge of the pool by my arm. Her little string bra buckles and her breasts burst out from underneath each cup, nipples erect.

I grab her hips firmly with both hands and slide her all the way out of the water. Her eyes are closed, her pouty lips open, her hair wet. Lying flat on the edge of the pool, I yank the string of her little blue bikini pants and they come undone. Sliding the silky front to one side, I fully expose her smooth private area. She breathes in as I enter.

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