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The Door Is Open
Pool Access
Christina texted me at lunch, as she sometimes does, “The door is open!” what followed was more confusing than even the most obscure instructions that typically followed. “I upgraded your security access. Take the Executive elevator to the Pool Deck. I poured you a drink, see you soon!!”
I wrapped up a couple emails, set an ‘out-of-office’ notification on my calendar, and made my way to the Executive Elevators, passing through a couple extra security badge points, somehow surprised my company-issue ID badge turned the scanner to green, generating the click that allowed me to pass through. Once in the elevator, I pressed the Pool Deck button, again, surprised to see such a thing. We had always joked about an Executive Pool, but didn’t think it was real. Along the ride, I wondered what creative scene she had in store for me this time. Her games were often involved, often uncomfortable, but always incredibly sexy. About halfway up it dawned on me that I had no swimming suit. But then she was always prepared in unexpected ways. I felt confident that whatever I needed, she would have taken care of. It was a feeling that made me both comfortable and unnerved, all at once.
The elevator door opened to reveal a rooftop deck of polished concrete with areas of artificial grass or wood-planked decking. There were seating areas around a firepit and a pool in the center. It was more of a lap style pool, long and narrow, but with neat rows of chaise recliners along each side. At each end was a bar, shaded by tidy striped awnings. A pergola protected the chairs along the near side of the pool. Alongside the farthest chair was a teak wood table holding folded towel, a tall frosted glass, an ice bucket, and a pitcher of iced liquid. I noted a light robe folded across the seat of the chaise as I approached. The pitcher was frosted with condensation which rolled lazily onto a cork pad. I filled my glass, first with ice from the bucket, then the clear liquid in the pitcher. I moved the robe to sit on the chaise and uncovered a note which read –
“I’ve reserved the deck for the afternoon. I’ve restricted access, so you’ll get NO vistors…except me that is. Get comfortable. I mean real comfortable. Consider the robe as a gift, a souvenir, if you will. It gets hot up here so be sure to hydrate. I’ll be up soon. XO”
I looked around for security cameras and saw none. This must be quite the getaway, I thought to myself. I slipped out of my shirt and tie, kicked off my shoes and socks, placing everything neatly on the next chaise over. The pergola provided some shade from the afternoon sun, enough that I could rest my eyes as I lay back and sipped, then gulped from my glass. The drink was light and citrusy, refreshing without being filling. I relaxed and closed my eyes against the sun until a shadow cast across my gorukle escort face. I opened my eyes to see her filling her own glass from the pitcher.
“You follow directions pretty well,” she began as she sat beside me. She wore a light sundress and her hair was tucked into a lazy bun. “Although, I feel you would be more comfortable without these.” She set her glass down and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and began pulling the remaining clothing off my body. I shifted to ease her task then she refilled both our glasses. “Drink up, you need to be hydrated for playtime.”
“You’re sure this is safe?” I asked nervously.
“I wouldn’t bring you here if it wasn’t. Like I told you, I have complete control of access and nobody is getting up here today except you…and me…” her voice trailed off as she kissed me deeply. I felt the thin material of her dress against my chest and legs and chest as she pressed herself to me. Within minutes she sat astride me, the dress spread around her and the bare skin of her pelvis against mine, warm and becoming slightly damp. I lay back on the lounge chair, my hands lazily exploring her bare shoulders and the sweep of her neck. The thin straps of the dress falling from her shoulders giving me glimpses down the lowcut neckline of her smooth, tanned breasts.
Eventually, I felt a growing fullness in my bladder, the result of all the hydration, no doubt. I began to squirm beneath her and she gave me a quizzical look. I nodded toward the ‘restroom’ sign which prompted her face into a wicked grin.
“You’re not going anywhere, yet.” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes and reached to her shoulders to guide her off her perch, squarely over my bladder. She caught my hands in hers and pressed them over my head and leaned hard against my body. She ran little nipping kisses along my neck and chest before sitting upright. She brought her hands to the thin shoulder straps of the dress and slipped it off in a single movement. As impressed as I was with the resulting view, and her striptease skills, the urgency in my bladder continued to grow. She placed her hands squarely on my chest and began slowly rocking her hips, grinding her pelvis against mine. Amid the building tension, I felt the dampness of her sex against my growing erection. A couple slow, deliberate thrusts and I eased inside her. She gasped slightly then bent to press herself against me once more. She slid her legs out behind her, lying completely atop me, pressing and squirming. I braced my hands against the smooth skin of her middle and was about to roll her off me when she whispered in my ear, “Let it happen.”
I turned my face to hers and she looked me straight in the eye and smiled as I felt a wet warmth wash over my pelvis and run down to pool on the chaise. I opened my mouth to protest, but she covered in bursa görükle escort with hers and slid her tongue hungrily inside, wrapping it around mine. Her lips were pulling and tugging against my own as the warmth grew. She rocked and slid body against the length of mine. The warm liquid was slick and eased the friction between our bodies. Finally, she pulled free, allowing us both to breathe in deep, long breaths. Drawing her legs up, she resumed her sitting position, keeping me inside her.
“I want you to fill me up,” she breathed, tossing her head back, shaking her hair free from the loose bun. Her hair spilled across her shoulders, framing her face backlit by the sunlight. She rocked her hips, keeping me deep inside, while pressing on my bladder. “Let loose inside me. I’m not letting you up until you do.”
“What about the chaise?” my mind was racing.
“It’s waterproof. Why do you think we came up here? A little water sports is always fun.” She covered my mouth again with hers before I could protest any further. Her relentless grinding and stroking persisted until I had no choice. Fighting every polite impulse, I relaxed every muscle in my body until I felt the warm flow down the length of my stiff cock. A trickle at first, as my unsure body released, soon a torrential stream of urine sprayed from my stiff cock. She rocked through the first wave, then shifted to I slid from her wet pussy. Pee sprayed on her pussy lips then her smooth belly and arcing to her breasts, already glowing with perspiration from the warm day and physical exertion of fucking me while holding me down.
She smiled down at me while my manhood continued to shoot little spurts of piss between us. She lowered her body to slide in the puddles that formed along my stomach. I was surprised how slick the warm fluid was. She kissed me again then slid off to the side of the chaise, kneeling on the discarded robe. Her head bent over me and she ran her tongue along my soaked belly to the swollen and wet head of my stiff manhood. I expected her to shy away, but she took the full length deep into her mouth, her hand working my scrotum and thighs, eased by the remnants of our combined bladder soaking. She gave head as eagerly as ever, using lips, tongue, even teeth while her hand massaged and stroked, rolling and gently pulling on my sac.
I was not quite prepared for what happened next, though I should have expected it. In a single move of graceful athleticism, her leg swung over my head and braced on the head of the chaise near my ear. The other leg followed, leaving my face straddled by her sodden sex. As she lowered herself closer to my face, I took in the scent of her sex mixed with urine, but it was fresh and light, not what I expected. I hesitantly raised my head and took a tentative lick with my tongue. The taste was salty from the pee with the musk of her sex and a little thickness from my precum thrown in. Soon, she lowered herself further onto my face and I eagerly plunged my tongue deep inside her, alternately licking and stroking with my fingers. She was giving my hard-on a workout with hands and mouth when I felt a flow of wetness in my mouth, then across my face and running down to my chest. I pulled my face back to see a stream of clear urine running out from between her slick lips. She let out giggle, followed by a low moan. I took the hint and placed my mouth back over her wet pussy and let the liquid flow through my mouth, across my lips and tongue and out across my neck and chest.
Her response was a deep moan and pressing herself harder against my mouth, taking my breath away, while her hand pressed down on my lower abdomen. I took this as a hint and, once again, relaxed my body, this time adding a little pressure through my pelvis. I felt the stream flow down through my raging cock again, this time I heard the splash it made when it hit her chest. She lowered her head to take a stream across her face, letting it roll down her mouth to her neck and chest. I tried to imagine what she looked like with my stream flowing across her tanned breasts. That, along with the tip of her tongue flicking back and forth against the tip as pee continued to dribble out, sent me over the edge. I felt the waves of my orgasm pushing my cum out in strong spurts. She cooed and I felt her lips and tongue rub across the head until the spasms subsided. I lay my head back on the cushion, soaked from head to toe. My eyes were closed as I felt her climb off the chair, then felt her face close to mine. I could hear her breath and smell all the combined fluids I imagined clinging to her face and chest.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered and pressed her lips gently to mine. I tasted the heady mixture of all our bodily fluids. Then she stood and straddled the chair one more time. I opened my eyes to see her backlit once again by the sinking late afternoon sun. I saw enough of her face to catch a smile as she placed a hand between her legs, spreading the lips of her pussy, running a single finger across her full clit. As her breathing came faster, her stroking became more urgent. I propped myself on my elbows to watch. I leaned my face against one thigh, then the other, giving gentle kisses to the silken skin. I could tell her orgasm was approaching as her knees weakened and buckled, she lowered herself close to me. I watched intently and sat up so my face was close enough to smell her sex, to feel the heat. I closed my eyes and reached out my tongue, expecting to taste her lips but was surprised to feel, instead, the warm stream as she released her bladder across my face. She smiled down, and, I imagine, the site of her piss splashing across my face sent her over the edge. Her legs finally collapsed and she pulled her hands from between her legs to catch herself on my shoulders. Shuddering, she sat on my chest, then slid down til her face was against mine and we met in a deep, long and very wet kiss.
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