[M] Summery Delight (1/1)

For my jagiya, the one and only - SujuELF09________________________________________________________________________________________          His powerful, swimmer’s body arose from the gentle pool, creating ripples, beautiful ripples on the surface of the water. I watched with awe, almost breathlessly as he walked a little ahead, the water dripping down from his heaving torso, perfectly sculpted abs and lean, mean legs. Feeling a little self-conscious, I covered myself more firmly with a thin, greenish wrap and waited an instance watching his own sinewy ripped muscles become prominent as the sun shone brightly on him. He lay there, his face upturned towards the sun, enjoying its radiance; while I sat there in the security of the shade and gazed unblushingly at him. It had become something of a hobby of mine. I remember when a few months back, Mother had compelled me to enrol into these ridiculous swimming lessons, I threw a fit and refused resolutely. She dragged me here, maybe all for the better, because it was then that I saw him.                 His face was gorgeous, gorgeous beyond degree. Of course, it didn’t really help seeing those absolutely sensual beads of water trickling down his temple, his wet hair that I had a sudden urge to run my fingers through and those, perfect, flawless, plump red lips that pouted ever so slightly. You know what I thought just then? I’m going to kiss this man before summer ends.                So I began coming here every single day with an enthusiasm that was almost shocking to my mother considering how hard I had pleaded with her before to let me be. She would look at me with a knowing gaze and say, “See, I told you you’d enjoy going to swimming classes.” Well, yes, I believe I do enjoy going to the classes. It’s just learning swimming that detestable. But on the other hand, who’s to complain if I manage to get a stare at a half-naked gorgeous body that fitted my wildest fantasies every single day? Not me, definitely.               I don’t believe I’ve managed to learn even how to flap around in the pool in that ridiculous fashion that young girls love to do. In fact, I barely even get into the pool. Most days, I come by, change into my bathing suit – which I have taken pains in making sure I look perfectly mesmerizing in, in the event that I get to kiss him – and laze around at the edge of the pool, staring with perfectly wide eyes at that piece of masculine virility. Before leaving for home, I enter the pool with its shockingly cold water for mere seconds, cover myself with water, making sure my hair drips and come out instantly and change into warm, dry clothes. This way, my Mom’s satisfied too. It’s a good thing rather, she doesn’t come to check on me.              So yes, I’m pretty sure I’ll still drown if I were pushed into the deep part of the pool, but honestly, I’m not too worried. Even if I haven’t learnt swimming, I have managed to learn by rote all the bathing suits he owns, along with their colours, patterns and lengths. In my head, I’ve also picked out the few trunks he looks the best in, the ones which complement his vitality and gorgeousness to such degrees that he becomes almost irresistible. Today, for instance, he was wearing perhaps, the pair that emits radiations of pleasure. Those dark tones, plain patterns with each leg amply clinging to his sculpted thighs and his perfect ass; he was looking absolutely ravishing.                I wonder if my mouth was wide open with my jaw drooping low and my tongue hanging out, because that’s just how I felt and somehow subtleness has never been my strong point. I continued to stare in perfect adoration at that creature so intensely orgasm-inducing, that it became almost impossible to stare at him for a stretch without feeling a certain pang of heat and perversion creeping up my neck. Yet I managed quite well, noticing his lean, mean torso, muscular arms, long, slender legs and his quite wildly perfect knees. Somehow, knees always disappoint me, but his knee was astonishingly good; not knobbly but wonderfully straight.             Suddenly, quite suddenly, he turned and looked straight at me. Insert emphasis; straight at me. His wonderful orbs of brownish-black locked itself in a contest of intensity with mine, and power almost seemed to emanate from the gaze we shared. He stared right into my eyes, making me feel almost helpless, while I, although terribly embarrassed, continued to gaze piercingly into his rounded browns, swimming in a sea of milky whiteness. Indeed, I probably couldn’t have pulled away even if I wanted to. I found myself getting lost, further and further, almost forgetting where I was, what I was doing. It was terribly mesmerizing, his gaze. But somehow, I managed to keep up, notwithstanding the deep, red blush that I could very well feel striding up my neck.              Even as neither of us lowered our eyes or looked away, I noticed a slight, bemused smile curl around his lips. A cheeky expression seemed to arise in his wonderful eyes and he stood up languidly, never once lowering his gaze and as my heart realised whilst beating almost too erratically to be alive, he began making his way towards me. I waited, almost with bated breath to see what would happen. Why was he even coming to me anyway? Had I been too indiscreet in my staring? Well, I suppose I had been, but honestly, we live in a free country and I can stare at whomever I like, thank you very much!                 So there he was, striding leisurely up with me; the muscles in his legs tightening and relaxing with every step in a most beautiful fashion. I felt a mumbling incoherence come over me as I noticed he was a mere feet away from me. Then he walked closer and there was a hands distance between us. Closer still and a breadth of decency separated his enthralling visage from mine. But he seemed nowhere close to stopping. Instead, he came closer, closer still, bridging the gap between our faces leisurely, slowly, gently but in a manner so mesmerizing, I couldn’t bring myself to speak.               And it happened quite suddenly; the promise I had made to myself when I first feasted my eyes on his delicious self came true. Because before I could react, he had pulled me close and his lips pressed into mine with a force that was unimaginable. A sudden heat seared across our lips as he pressed more firmly and I gave in without a whimper. I moulded my body to his, letting my hands run instinctively around every spare portion of him I could find. I lost myself in his kiss; I lost myself in the beauty that suddenly emanated. He relaxed a little, letting his lips lightly graze over mine, making me almost jittery inside. He didn’t do anything more. Indeed, it was a chaste, sudden kiss. But the intensity of the kiss makes me shiver with pleasure every time I recall it.           His lips were soft, so, so soft. They rested within my own as though we were made for each other. His lips on mine, seemed almost a sacred union and I could feel my own hot blood rush to my head as I noticed the lingering aroma of him engrave itself in my brain. His fingers ran up my skin, creating tremors at every portion it touched. I would feel pangs of love strike me hard and it became almost unbearable after a while. He exerted so much magnetism on me. He attracted me in ways unimaginably. But, I thought with unmistakeable pride, I had kissed him.              We pulled apart after a while, as I tried to arrange my expression into one of shock and incredulity. Panting, I asked him sarcastically, “Do you enjoy walking up to strangers and kissing them?”He laughed, a deep rich, husky laugh and said, “Beg your pardon, ma’am, but I couldn’t help noticing you staring at me every single day you’d come here. I decided to gamble, make an opportunity of it. I’m an opportunist and boy, it played off!” He had that charming, engaging manner that I loved.“It was that obvious, huh?” I muttered embarrassedly, running my fingers through my hair.“Yeah,” He agreed and then suddenly, for the second time that day, leaned forward and pressed his cheek to mine, his plump lips caressing my ear. He kissed my ear, cheeks and a good portion of my hair. It made me flutter. I could feel the rich scents of him rising up my nose. His sweat mingled with the chlorinated water and his own aroma seeping from his pores. He was really quite delectable. He ceased his fondling just as suddenly as he had begun and with his lips still dangerously close to my ear, he murmured seductively, letting his husky voice flow over the pleasured senses of my wrecked ears, “Well? What do you think of me now, love?”         Flushed from the intensity and power of the kiss, fluttering erratically at the sweet seduction being doled out to me in generous helpings and smarting over the fact that he seemed to have completely the upper hand, I stated the only thing I could at that moment. The only fact that came to my mind. So quite truthfully and unintentionally I stated, “You’re rather smelly.”             And might I say, the look on his face was priceless.________________________________________________________________________________________It's not up to the mark of my usual oneshots, but I had fun writing it. XD Blame the ending on Ryukai yeobster okay? Come back soon. <33