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“Wet My Pet”by SmutwriterCopyright October 2010Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed wasbeckoning.The gentle knock at her apartment door was anunwelcome interruption. She peeped through the littlespyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A littlereluctantly, she opened the door. “What d’you say to a midnight swim?” he whispered.”Pool doesn’t open till next week.””I’ve got a key,” he grinned and brandished a largebunch.”I’ve no suit,” she was too tired for this.”Skinny dip,” he shrugged, “if you don’t wear yours, Iwon’t wear mine.”His mood caught her and she felt herself yielding. Shesighed and he smiled his smile. He really was apersuasive man, “Wait, let me find a towel.”Celia went to the bedroom, suddenly eager to go withhim. She rummaged in a drawer, looking through herunderwear, amazed she had no swimsuit. Her eye caughta flash of bright green. No, she daren’t! She drew outthe teddy and held it at arm’s length. When she emerged from the bedroom Stephan grinned ather and pointed to the terry robe, “Are you …?””Just wait and see,” she said and scooped up her keys,”let’s go.”They rode the elevator down to basement level andstepped out. Stephan led the way. Unlocking the doorhe gestured her inside. The smells of chlorine andfresh paint hit her. The lights came on, the pool wasfilled. Stephan turned out all the lights but the underwater Ankara escort ones. Celia gave a little squeal ofdelight, it looked so pretty like that.”Beer? Can’t skinny dip without beer,” Stephan tooktwo bottles out of the bag and twisted off the tops.He handed her one.”Want to sit a while?” he gestured towards an alcovewith benches on two sides. A shower spray hung on thethird wall. She sat and took a swallow of her beer andshivered. Stephan disappeared, four heat lamps came onoverhead, warmth flooded over her. He came back,”There, that better?” “Answers for everything, haven’t you?” Stephan grinned at her, “No, not quite, I don’t knowwhat’s under the robe.””Mostly Celia,” she said making no move to show him.She sipped the beer. The radiance from the lamps wasrelaxing her. She rested her head against the wall andclosed her eyes.”I think you should let me see what you’re wearing forour swim,” she suggested.He removed his shoes and socks while Celia drank thelast of her beer. She was getting a gentle buzz andheard herself giggle, “More.”He paused with his shirt over his head, “More beer ormore Stephan?” “Oh, more both.””Well, I brought a six-pack and … ” he pulled offthe shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.Celia picked it up and pressed her face into thecloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed inhis Balgat escort bayan scent, felt his body heat. She looked up at him,his arms, his shoulders and felt an awful yearning.Reaching into the bag for another beer she chanted,”More beer, more Stephan, more beer, more Stephan.”He slid down his zipper and Celia tipped the bottleand gulped. Midnight swims were suddenly a wonderfulidea.When Stephan’s pants slid to the floor she gazedhungrily at the bulge in the front of his tiny whitebriefs. “Ooh, lots of Stephan,” she said and actuallyhiccoughed. To herself she said ‘Celia, you are littlebit drunk.’She got to her feet, “Well, fair’s fair, hold this,”she handed him her bottle and unbelted the robe. Sheshrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide to thetiles.His sharp intake of breath said it all. His mouthactually stayed open for long seconds. “Oh my!” wasall he managed.Her glance in the bedroom mirror had almost made herchange her mind. Now she was glad she hadn’t. Theteddy concealed very little of Celia. His reaction wasa most wonderful thing to see and hear.Little wonder he gaped. Celia glanced down, her heavybreasts were all she could see of herself. They lookedbeautifully big, she thought. Resting in the cups ofthe teddy, they gave her a splendid cleavage. Shewanted to shake her shoulders and jiggle Escort Batıkent her breastsfor Stephan. But she knew they’d simply fall out ifshe did. She watched, delighted, as Stephan’s eyes roamed upand down her. The crotch of the teddy was hauled tightinto her pussy, she could feel its insistent presence.She turned slowly, showing him her ass. It was big andbeautiful, she knew. She reached a hand back, “Oh my!”she murmured and giggled. The fabric covered her notat all, it had worked deep between her cheeks.She turned to face him. “Oh my!,” she exclaimed againat the sight. His erection formed an impressive ridgeup the front of his briefs, “that’s very flattering.” “Have you any idea how beautiful, how sexy you look?”he asked her.She squirmed under his gaze, she felt sexy andbeautiful. Celia sucked air in through her teeth as aspasm caught her somewhere below her belly button. Herthighs tensed and she pressed her knees together inthe classic female pose. A sudden need. “Dear God,this sexy, beautiful woman needs a pee.”She remembered another time, a week ago. They’d been alittle drunk then and had told each other theirfavourite fantasies. She thought now of his.”Lie down Stephan,” she told him, “here on the tiles.”At Celia’s urging, Stephan lay on his back. The tileswere pleasantly warm. Heat from the lamps bathed him.He closed his eyes against the glare and waited.She moved to stand over him, he could feel her anklesagainst his thighs. His cock was splendidly erectinside the briefs. It had to be after she’d droppedthe robe. The warmth, her closeness, he knew somethingbeautiful was about to happen.He felt her move and opened squinting eyes.