Oil Play

Chloe and Sowan felt the heat pressing against them, thick and unrelenting. They headed downstairs to the apartment pool, towels slung over bare shoulders, and found it empty—just water reflecting the midday glare. She squeezed lotion onto his back and worked it into his skin, then he did the same to her, both of them small and tight, skin shining under bright light. Their hands slipped lower, bolder. They slid into the pool to rinse the heat away but found themselves pressed together, fingers wandering beneath the surface, slick and urgent. The water made it difficult to finish what they'd started. They climbed out dripping, laid the towels on the warm concrete, and dropped onto them. Her mouth found him first, slow and deliberate, tasting chlorine and salt. He pulled her hips toward his face, tongue working between her legs until she trembled, legs shaking against his cheeks. She climbed over him, sank down in one smooth motion, riding him with short, shallow thrusts that deepened as they found their rhythm. Sweat mixed with water. Her breath hitched when she came. He followed seconds later, gripping her waist, body tight under hers, both of them gasping against the open sky.