Naked, Matt dove cleanly into the apartment complex pool. He had known since he first met her that this was where he wanted make love to Renee for the first time. He'd gone to a lot of trouble to attract her, having first seen her in the building where he worked some months before. A lot of the guys at the office had made jokes and teased him, because Renee was quite a handful of woman. If Matt had been forced to guess her weight, he'd have had to guess well into the two hundred's. But he liked women that way... they were soft and warm and if they had developed a good sense of their own worth, they were loving and giving in more ways than the physical.
She had been surprised when he first asked her out...he could see that in her eyes. At first she was suspicious of his motives, but he had been patient through each of her turndowns and persisted till he had finally convinced her he truly wanted to be with her. He had taken her to dinner once, and to the theater a week later. Each time, he had treated her with care and finally there had been moments when their eyes had met and each had known that the time was coming when they would act on their inner desires.
Tonight they had spent a quiet evening in Matt's apartment. Matt had made dinner for them and they had watched a movie on television before Matt had suggested a midnight swim. Renee had protested that she had no suit and blushed when Matt smiled seductively at her and handed her a large towel, telling her there would be no one around, and the pool was only a few steps from his front door. In the bedroom, he had stripped and wrapped a towel around his own waist before leaving Renee alone in the apartment to make up her own mind.
The moon shone brightly overhead, even through the wisps of cloud that occasionally floated across the sky. The pool was comfortably warm, quiet and very private at this late hour of the night. Matt smiled and stroked for the opposite side. A splash behind him announced Renee's arrival and made him heave a small sigh of relief. He turned just in time to see her rise from the bottom of the pool, water cascading all over her, back arched to let the weight of the water pull her hair away from her face. Something twisted in him even as her eyes opened and stared directly into his. Her upper body was clear of the water as she stood in the shallow end, her large bare breasts gleaming in the moonlight. And then she sank beneath the surface of the water to reappear a moment later by his side. The pleasure on her face was contagious as she treaded water beside him.
"I'm glad you suggested this", she sighed happily as she glided backwards, feeling the freedom and the sheer sensuality of the buoyant water flowing over her skin. Another lazy kick and she was heading away from him. A soft laugh and then she drove deep to skim along the bottom of the pool. He followed, entranced by her mood. He met her there at the bottom of the pool, slipping his arm around her bare waist, her long hair billowing around them. Together they shot to the surface.
A quick breath, then their lips met and the water closed over their heads again. Their bodies strained to get closer, movements slowed by the water, their lips demanding. Magic, he thought as they twisted around each other. He wished they could stay down there forever. His hands slid down over her hips to clasp her buttocks, to pull her hard against his body, against the hardness of his arousal. She broke away from him, heading for the surface. Taken unaware, more than a little afraid that he had gone too far, too fast, he followed. At the surface, she cast a challenging look over her shoulder before she shot away, down into the depths. Catch me if you can, she seemed to say with her eyes. She was all speed and tricks, slipping easily out of his hands when he thought he had her, zigging when he thought she would zag.
Throwing gentleness and style to the winds, he went after her like a torpedo. When they surfaced at the shallow end, he dragged her hard against him, lips finding hers, all heat and demand. Backing her up until the wall pressed against her shoulders, hands flowing over her body. Beneath the surface, her legs came up to wind around his waist in silent invitation. His lips travelled down to her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there until she was shuddering against him. She arched her back over the edge of the pool, lifting her beautiful full breasts up to meet his mouth. He took one taut nipple into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue. With each rasp, she groaned, tightening her legs around his waist reflexively. Slowly, her hips started grinding as instinct took over. Matt groaned. He wanted to take it slow, to please her, to watch her climax, but her hypnotizing movements were awakening the basic need to thrust deep and hard into her warm body. His hands found her hips and stilled them. Such full lushness under his hands...he needed to touch her, all of her.
Renee was so turned on, she could barely believe herself. When Matt had first approached her for a date, her knee-jerk reaction was to check to see if his buddies were hiding around corners or behind furniture, waiting to laugh when this handsome man had laughed and declared his invitation to be a joke on the fat girl. A lifetime of cruel remarks and laughter at her expense had made her wary. But he had kept after her, always gentle, always seeming so sincere, that she finally decided she had to take the chance that this man was being honest with her. And she had come to understand that he truly wanted to be with her...that her size didn't matter to him. In fact, he seemed to like it, judging by the way his hands touched her in small, nonsexual ways on each date.
She had been terrified when he had suggested this nude midnight swim. Dating him was one thing...letting him see her naked body was another. She was no virgin, but making love was something she had always done in the dark. Now, the magic of the night and then the thrill of the chase had taken its toll on her body. She too had wanted to take it slow, for different reasons, but the soft firm stroke of his tongue and his hands on her body were driving her into a world of pure pleasure. Her tongue found the delicate shell of his ear and he froze against her. Slowly, teasingly she traced the curves with the tip, occasionally flicking it just to feel him tremble against her. His hands left her hips to cup her breasts, squeezing and flicking his thumbs across her nipples. She groaned huskily against his ear, loving the pressure of his hands.
And then her tongue was thrusting roughly into his ear, snapping his control. With a deep growl of pure male pleasure, his lips met hers for a hard, sexy kiss and his hands were splayed on her back, crushing her breasts against the mat of hair on his bare chest. She reached to touch him then, running her hands over his chest, down over his stomach to wrap her hands around the hardness of his shaft pressing against her belly. She moaned softly at the hard, smooth heat in her hands as she felt him begin to move his hips rhythmically back and forth between her fingers the same way his tongue was thrusting gently into her mouth.
She moaned in protest when his hands moved to take her hands from his hard length and place them on the edge of the pool. He nibbled softly at her lips for a moment as he did so, then moved back a little to put his hands on her waist. To her amazement, he lifted her effortlessly up onto the edge, the water sluicing from her body in sheets. He smiled up at her and moved forward, spreading her thighs as he did so. When he began to bend toward her and she realized what he was going to do, she gasped and looked about anxiously, sure that everyone in the complex was watching. But the pool wasn't lit and the moon had gone behind a cloud and she could just see him from this short a distance, so she realized no one else would see unless they came into the enclosed pool area. When his thumbs spread her lower lips and his tongue flicked lightly against her, she threw back her head, leaned back on her hands and let him have his way...which he did without hesitation, his tongue, lips, and teeth all lapping, sucking and nibbling at her in turns till she thought she'd die with the pleasure of it.
Just when she thought she would actually scream, she felt his hand between her legs, seeking the source of her sensuality. Renee felt his fingers sink deep into the wet heat of her body, widening her for him. She arched back gasping, telling him better that any words could that she needed him. A fierce wave of pride and desire washed through him. He started thrusting his fingers, carefully rubbing against the sensitive entrance of her vagina. She started groaning incoherently, her head thrown back and her nails now digging into his shoulders. Then he found her clitoris with his tongue again and she came alive with a cry, grinding herself wildly against him. "Please Matt! I can't stand anymore."
He removed his hand and gripped her waist again, his eyes as he gazed up at her wide and dark and intense. "Say no, Renee," he whispered. "If you don't want me, say no now..."
In answer, she leaned forward so he was forced to lift her off the edge and back into the water with him, her lush full body sliding down the front of his, making him suck in a deep breath. She put her hands on either side of his face and smiled up at him. "Love me, Matt," she whispered and licked his lower lip. His reaction was to reach down and cup her buttocks in his strong hands and lift her so she could wrap her legs around him again. Moving his hips, the head of his shaft found her opening and he thrust deep into her with a growl.
"Oh yes, Matt!" she breathed. She had never felt anything as good as the throbbing length of him buried intimately within her. And then he was thrusting, full and hard. She urged him on, murmuring his name, the motion of their bodies sending the water lapping wildly against the sides of the pool. Her legs tightened around his waist, allowing him greater penetration. They both began to tremble as the smooth, powerful strokes wound them up tighter and tighter, until the night breeze carried away their helpless sounds.
She was so beautiful to him. Her eyes closed, droplets of water clinging to her lashes, the look of pure female sensuality on her face better than any wine. The buoyancy of the water aided his lifting and lowering of her body on his hard shaft and on instinct, his strokes became shorter and faster until he was constantly rubbing against the entrance of her vagina. She was so excited now, this was exactly what she needed. "Yes, yes, darling", she groaned into his ear, driving him over the edge. Still he hung on, needing to feel her climax. Higher...higher...now! She convulsed with a high cry which he smothered with his lips, her inner muscles jerking and throbbing around him. That was his undoing. The hot pulsing of his shaft sent him spurting his release high up within her in great heaving thrusts of his hips.
He held her tightly for long moments, pressed against the side of the pool. The water seemed to have sapped their strength so they were content to hold each other and let the magic of the night take them again. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you," she said lazily, a soft, contented smile on her lips. "Of course not," he lied blatantly. Perhaps in a few years, he would tell her the truth. "I had sworn never to let any man get close enough to hurt me again," she whispered, suddenly tense and unsure. He pulled back a little to tip her face up to his. "I don't want to hurt you, Renee... I want to love you. I know what you have probably heard and experienced from men in the past. But I love you.... just the way you are."
Anxiously, she studied his face for a moment in the moonlight. Seeming to see what she sought, she laughed then, a full-bodied enchanting laugh. "Oh, Matt," she breathed softly, kissing him lightly. "I love you too... and you'll never regret loving me. I promise you that. Never."