Oh My Aunt: Novel Erotica

A boy stood bouncing there, tall, tanned, well-built. He had longish dark hair, broad shoulders, and a trim waist, and his tight trunks looked as if they were painted on his body. When I saw the big lump of his cock and balls vividly outlined by the cling of his swimsuit, I felt a matching lump well up somewhere in my throat.

He swanned into the air, graceful, lissome, and when he splashed down into the water, I was waiting. Our bodies collided and my legs brushed across his cock-bulge. We both went under, him startled, me conniving, and his arms encircled me, dragging me to the surface and to safety.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he bobbed in the clear water, our feet paddling to keep us afloat. “I didn’t see you.”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to seem flustered and shaken, “I guess so. It was my fault.” His arms held me close and I wondered if he was registering the insistent rub of my tits on his chest. For curiosity’s sake I skidded nearer and let my crotch bump his. His cock wasn’t hard, but it felt big and powerful where my body nudged it.

“Mmm,” I said, “I think I’d better get out of the water while I’m still kicking.” Besides which, my skin would be starting to wrinkle before long. “Would you help me to the edge of the pool? I think I’m still a little shaky.” And to prove it, I trembled weakly in his arms, my teensy shudders fluttering up and down his clutching frame.

In another couple of minutes we were both sitting at a poolside table, shaded by a tenting top, and a waitress had just brought us a pair of matching Margaritas.

“Is this the way you always pick up girls?” I asked, slyly letting him know that I considered myself picked up.

He just laughed. “My name’s Eric. Why don’t we go somewhere?”