She was playing a game in the darkness, splashing her hand in the pool. She listened to the gentle response of the cool water, lapping against the cement pool side and echoing around the high wooden beams of the room.
She leant down further and inhaled deeply, taking in the chlorinated atmosphere. A beam of moonlight shimmered across the water and she watched the light ripple across the water that she had disturbed. If she had not been there then all would have been quiet and still, She had disturbed that perfect moonlit silence. She almost regretted doing so, but her gesture had said that she was there and that in a way she was, for once, in charge.
Leaning even further over the water, risking a sudden chilly emersion, she felt her dress tug at the back of her thighs. It was like the first gesture of an impatient lover taking her from behind would tug it up to reveal the columns of her naked thighs surmounting the contrasting stockings and the still to be revealed panties. The idea of cool fingers on her warm thighs made her tremble. She reached up and hugged the straps of her dress as if seeking reassurance, crushing her velvet clad breasts under her arms as she sat back and knelt there, staring out at the empty water in a silent act of worship.
She shook her head slowly and reached up to unclip her hair, letting it fall down the nape of her neck to her shoulders. She shook her head again and felt the reassuring whip of dry curls against her cheeks and her neck. Closing her eyes she could imagine a glove being stroked down her cheek, followed by the unexpected slap of kid leather against her pliant flesh. She loved the thought and squeezed her legs together tightly to try to hold onto the eroticism of that image if only for an added moment.
Sitting up, she looked around in the darkness, listening intensely and then slid her hand between her thighs, before squeezing them together again. It felt so reassuring to press her hand between the heat of her legs, the damp palm against the enveloping velvet of her little black dress. She sighed to herself and wondered about a midnight swim. It would feel marvellous to slip into the water naked and to shiver in the cool water, her flesh shimmering under the moonlight as she exercised her aching muscles.
Wouldn't it be funny if the party spilled into the room while she swam? The darkness would suddenly evaporate as the lights were switched on. The silence would vanish under the hum of the generators and the buzz of conversation as couples drifted onto the patio to watch the cool water, just as she was doing now. She might be caught completely bare with only the water and her hands to cover her modesty. Would the men stare at her as their partners pulled them away, glancing at her with contempt mixed with lust?
Loving the idea from its inception in her wicked mind she pressed her hand into the apex of her thighs and pulled her skirt up so that her finger were cupping her silky panties, rubbing and squeezing, touching and teasing. She wanted to be ready.........ready for what, though? She was unsure but she was not going to let that uncertainty interfere with her private pleasures. She stroked herself more vigorously and the fabric became moist under her incessant touching. Did she dare pull the fabric to one side and expose herself, revealing herself to the world, just as she could do in that pool if the opportunity allowed. Oh, the shameful delight of such a public exposure.
Oh! The possibility of such dark games.
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