sexy short stories

Underwater

I’m Helen and I’m thirty-five years old. I’m a lawyer and I live in Chicago. Even though I get older I still feel eyes on me. My honey hair is shorter now and my slim body from my 20s is gone now. I'm curvier and juicer and even though I still have eyes looking at me at every step that wasn't enough to hold my husband. So after my divorce, I packed my things and went on a trip near the beach and enjoy myself. I choose a small resort near Florida with few tourists and quiet and relaxing beaches.

So here I am now, I had just divorced, the trip was ending and so I didn't want to imagine that from Monday I would have to go back to the office. As I passed through the main entrance of the organized beach, I passed between the sunbeds and sat by chance on one of the shop's sunbeds. The crowd is relatively small, especially during the week. It's almost noon and I'm slowly starting to warm up. I decide to get in the water for a swim. I read my book, drink my iced tea, and enjoy the view. By late afternoon I feel like I've fallen asleep on the deckchair. The black bathing suit I'm wearing has been pulled back and with one movement I try to get it in such a position that no one can see my t**s under my bathing suit. Unfortunately, this move did not go unnoticed by a tall, tattooed guy who just arrived on the beach which was right in front of me. I notice his gaze fixed on my swimsuit. His attempt to look discreetly failed. It was kind to turn on to know that I still affect men. He gets up to fix the towel and once again his gaze falls on me. This time, he gives a smile knowing that I caught him. This man looks around my age, black hair with a very built body, and strong arms ready to lift you up and never let you go. Tanned from the sun, and his skin glistened with sunscreen. After a while, I notice that he enters the sea and I follow after a few minutes. I swim with my back towards him and "accidentally" touch his back with my hand

“Oh sorry, did I hit you?”

“No, everything is fine,” he says smiling

“Where are you from? Your accent is not from around here”

“I'm half English, I grow up with my mother in Manchester” f**k his accent is so sexy.

As we got to talking my t**s were hard than iron and I was so wet and not from the water.

I was listening to his life story. He is a photographer and he travels around the world. I never met an interesting man like him and I realized that I had never been with another man in life than my ex-husband. I am free as a bird now and I can see how he checking me out.

I think it's now or never.

“You are so beautiful, Helen. Your eyes have a turquoise tone as they sparkle from the sun” he says as he comes near me

“Thanks. So nice of you to say it. I needed to hear that” I say shyly. What's wrong with me?

He takes my hand and says

"look what you did" and he put my hand on his c**k, it was hard as a rock. I smile and bite my lip

“I think is time to go out,” he says and I agree.

It looked painful to walk with his erection but he managed to relax.

We sat on our sunbeds. We talked for hours as if we had known each other for a long time.

“Shall we go in? “

“Of course” not that I would miss the opportunity. The conversation continued again around our relationships. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. How long were we together, why did we divorce, etc... The thought of f*****g him in the water never crossed my mind. While we are in the sea, without any hesitation I start rubbing his c**k. He didn't show that he was bothered, he was only afraid that someone would see us. He put aside my bikini top and start playing with my t**s. The stakes are high, we're far behind and we've already come very close.

“I want to f**k you right here and now!”

“'Me too” I have my arms around his neck and my leg around his waist. He pushes my bathing suit to the side. He put his c**k in and begin to rhythmically f**k me in the water. A moan let out from my mouth and I try to keep it low. He kisses me trying to hold his groans too

I come on his c**k and my eyes see stars. It has been years since I came so hard. He pulls out and I hear a low groan as he pours out. When we found our breath we got out of the water and decided to walk to our hotel. Yep, we stay at the same hotel. And I don't need to say that until Monday I lived the best summer vacation ever that I will never forget.