Chapter 2: The Midnight Swim
The heat of the day had melted into a velvet evening, the sun hung low over the water, painting a shimmering path across the gentle waves. The resort's daytime chatter had dissolved, replaced by the rhythmic sigh of the tide and the distant music from a beachbar.
Miri twisted in the hammock on their villa’s terrace, restless. The image of Pierre´s dark skin glistening in the sun. His controlled power, the big muscles, that knowing smile and his smuck comment kept replaying behind her eyelids every time she blinked. “I can’t sit still,” she announced to Fred, who was playing with his handheld completeley focused on the game.
“Then don’t,” he said without looking up. “Go for a run. Climb a palm tree.” She rolled her eyes. “How about an evening swim,” she decided, swinging her legs out. “Come with me.” Her boyfriend groaned tossing his console aside."fine but only because you asked so nice."
They left their towels on the main beach, the soft sand cool under their feet. The water was cooler than the day, raising goosebumps on Miri’s arms and it took them some time to get in. Fred swam beside her his strokes long and easy. They moved in silence, the only sound their breathing and the lap of water.
Without discussing it, they angled away from the resort lights, drawn toward a rocky headland that curved into a small, secluded cove. Here, the cliffs were glistening from water and the fading glow of the sun. The water grew calmer, sheltered. They found their footing on a hidden shelf of sand, the water just past their knees.
Fred pulled her back against his chest, his arms loose around her waist. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, watching the constellations spin. His skin was cool from the water, but she could feel the warmth radiating from within. “Pierre got under your skin,” Fred suddenly murmured, it wasn’t a question.
He caught her off guard Miri let out slow breath. “Yes.” She was surprised but she had forgotten how well he knew her. She turned in his arms to face him. “It wasn’t just that he beat me. It was how he did it. He was… reading me. Like a chart.”
“And how did you feel about it?”
Her cheek brushing his. “I hated it but ...” She traced a line from his collarbone to his chest. “I play fought and teased with him a little like I always do when I play. But in hindsight the whole game seemed like just an excuse for that.”
Fred’s hands slid down her back, resting just above the curve of her ass. His breathing had changed, deepened slightly. “What do you mean? Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, his voice a low rumble against her ear.
She kissed his throat, tasting salt and his skin. “ Well you know me I love being competitive in sports and I like flirting with other people sometimes. I know you trust me and I love you for giving me all this freedom. Usually I solely flirt with girls but this time was different.” Her own hands drifted lower her fingertips stroking over Fred’s trunks teasing the outline of his growing manhood.“I’m thinking about his unveiling nature that french accent and what it would be like to wipe that knowing smirk off his face or to make it wider... and his sweat glistening dark athlethic body." She added with a whisper.
Fred impetuous captured her mouth in a hungry kiss. It was messy, wet and demanding. When he broke away, he was breathing harder.
A thrilling shot of pure adrenaline coursed through her. The fantasy suddenly solidified, real imminent and terrifying she kissed Fred again, deeper this time, her body pressing against his.
His hands gripped her hips tighter. He kissed her jaw, her neck. He spoke with a coarse voice “Well what do you think about visiting him again? The thought about you loosing all your inhibitions turns me so fucking on.”
Miri shivered at this words all the playful teasing the competitive fire the simmering attraction it errupted into a dirty fantasy fuelled by their desire. Their idea of a threesome was no longer an abstract. It was a plan and only talking about it was an aphrodisiac. Miri reached again for him under the water, finding him already hard. A low, triumphant sound escaped her. “You dirty man." She grinned, "you seem to enjoy the idea.” she whispered. He gasped as her hand moved. “Of course I am.” Fred’s mouth found hers again, his kiss less playful now. Miri pulled him closer thugging at fabric of his trunks until his errection sprang free hard and ready, rubbing against her inner thigh. She arched against him, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that made them both groan.
"You're really into this," he breathed, his forehead against hers. His voice was thick with awe and desire. "I'm into you being into it," she shot back, but it was a weak deflection. They both knew the truth. The idea was a live wire between them, sparking in the dark. He shifted his grip turning her around towards the cliff. She bent her upper torso forward showcasing him her big lush booty.
It didn´t take long and Fred had pushed her swimsuit to the side and then with one stroke he was inside her. They both groaned her nails dug into the rock as Fred moved with a slow, deep pressure that made her see streaks of light behind her eyelids.
"Would you like him watch us right now?" Fred grunted, the words hot against her ear. His rhythm stuttered for a second as he was struggling for composure. "Yes," she hissed the image of Pierre flashing in her mind.
The dark skinned male stood besides them watching his perceptive eyes missing nothing. His shirtless upper body gleaming in the afternoon sun showcasing his abs.
"Or would he join us" Miri teased. That undid him. His control fractured, his movements becoming urgent, almost frantic. Miri clung to him, her own climax building. She kissed him deeply to muffle her loud moan which only worked partly as her boyfriend unloaded inside her. Miri´s slick pussy clenching around him, her body shuddering as Fred groaned low and deep, his own release spilling hot and thick inside her. "That was fast." She panted her voice a husky whisper.