There is something sensual about open water, about water in general.

It caresses your skin and enfolds you in an allover embrace. I’d always appreciated a woman who liked to get soapy and frisky in a shower or tub. Even better was a female companion who enjoyed boating. Miranda was just that woman.

We had rented a good-sized glass-bottomed boat for a long weekend, and we were taking another couple out among the corals and small islands off the coast to enjoy the beautiful skies and tropical temperatures. The heat melted away my worries, and the steady buzz of the engines set up a sympathetic vibration in my balls that kept me horny all day.

Miranda loved being on the water, too. I watched her up on the flying bridge, at the controls. She handled the cruiser like a pro. I admired how her skimpy bikini bottoms highlighted the taut hemispheres of her gorgeous ass. Her full tits jounced with the water’s motion. Beads of moisture glistened on her bronze skin as her sun-bleached hair streamed out behind her.

“I wish I could lose the swimsuit and drive this baby buck-naked, like Lady Godiva of the seas!” she said, grinning wickedly. Her spirit moved me immensely, but I wasn’t sure our friends, Mickey and Viola, were freewheeling enough for an exhibition like that.

Still, we were all having a great time. I knew where the best coral was, and I pointed down at the formations through the boat’s transparent underside. Bright fish flitted everywhere.

We all got sleepy in the afternoon heat. Miranda shut the engines. I was snoozing when a voice said, “Hey, there’s something big down there!”

I opened my eyes to find Mickey crouched over the large square of reinforced glass fitted into the boat’s bottom. We’d drifted over a good diving spot, though one most people didn’t know about. I glanced around and saw a smaller vessel anchored off our port.

“See!” said Mickey. “There it goes again, swimming down in those rocks. It doesn’t move like a fish.”

I finally looked down, as Viola also stirred from her deck chair. My sharp eyes sorted out the movements below. Then I, too, saw it. And no, that wasn’t a fish. For a second I thought it was someone wearing a tan-colored diving suit.

But no. It was a woman with an air tank and mask on — and nothing else. She was diving naked and darting through the coral with nimble movements. The sea floor wasn’t very deep here, and we could see everything.

“The two bare swimmers weren’t merely embracing below us.”

Through the clear turquoise water I saw her bare, sumptuous ass. Her body flexed sinuously. Her limbs moved with elegant strokes. I was mesmerized.

“Wooo!” Miranda howled from up at the controls. She, too, was looking down from her high perch, grinning lecherously. “Look at that sweet ass. C’mon, big boy, roll over and show us your cock!”

Confused, I looked back down. The woman wasn’t alone. A man with a taut swimmer’s build was down there as well, following the flitting female. He was naked. They both had long dark hair that spread out in streamers, like seaweed.

Almost as if he’d heard Miranda’s cheer, the man turned over. Even from up here I could see his cock was plenty hard.

“Holy shit!” Mickey yelped.

Viola asked cautiously, “Do people often skinny-dip out here?”

The two nude divers were zipping away. Suddenly, the engines came alive. With one eye on the coral below, Miranda idled us after the couple.

Obviously, those two down there were aware of our boat. As I watched, they zigzagged in and out of the vivid formations. The woman turned over, revealing breasts almost as full as Miranda’s, tipped with nipples as pink as some of the coral around her. She lifted a hand and waved up at us. Through the glass bottom we waved back, laughing.

Miranda kept on them. The experience was all so playful. The two down there frolicked, showing off their bodies and swimming skills. Except for the tanks on their backs and the masks on their faces, they could have been merfolk, beings who lived in the water and who were only teasing us surface people for sport.

The couple came to an open area and started circling each other. Miranda killed the engines and came to stand beside me as we all gazed down on the scene.

The two swimmers were so sprightly in the water, their movements might have been choreographed. This could have been some oceanic art/dance project being performed just for us.

Sunlight dappled their bodies. The vibrant background framed their dance. They circled closer. Finally, they reached out at the same time and clasped hands. With that, they turned in a kind of corkscrew move and their bodies came together. Their limbs entwined.

“What’re they doing now?” Mickey asked breathlessly.

I slipped an arm around Miranda. Her bikini-clad body hummed with a growing excitement.

The two bare swimmers weren’t merely embracing below us. The man was fondling his partner’s lovely tits, and she had reached around to squeeze his ass. Their actions had the slow-motion quality of movements in space, the water dragging on their bodies. Their leisureliness made the scene even more hypnotic and sensual.

His hands glided over her toned body. The couple turned and twirled. She took hold of his hard cock. Mickey and Viola gasped.

Miranda let out a soft moan beside me. She stealthily snaked a hand down the back of my swim trunks and took hold of my ass. I kissed her shoulder, feeling my cock grow hard. I looked at her erect nipples poking against her bikini top. I wanted to fuck her right there, on top of that glass where those two lovely swimmers could look up and watch us. I had the feeling Miranda wouldn’t mind that at all.

But we restrained ourselves. Below, the man had started to finger the woman’s pussy. Her body wriggled in response. There was nothing to hear but the water gently slapping the hull and the small incredulous sounds from our friends. That soundlessness added to the beautiful, surreal display of the lovers in the water.

They were never motionless. The sea kept them moving. They wafted and drifted but remained in contact with each other. He was delving deep into her pussy, two digits buried up to the knuckle inside her body. Her fingers anchored her to his strong shoulders. Their masks kept us from seeing their expressions, but I imagined her face reflected her erotic bliss. She writhed languidly, then let her head loll back, her body relaxing with her obvious release.

The couple was a wonder to behold. The woman locked her legs completely around the man’s waist. He slotted his cock up into her, gripping her hips in his hands. She staked her fingertips into his shoulders once again. Then with those same slowed-down movements, he started thrusting into her pussy. I’m still not quite sure how they engineered their erotic dance. However, I doubted this was the first time they’d had sex in the water.

As their bodies crashed together, they tumbled this way and that. Ribbons of bright fishes crossed our view of the two lovers. Shafts of muted sunlight picked out their erotic motions. His ass clenched as he jammed up into the woman again and again. She thrust down on him, impaling herself. Her head rolled from side to side, hair streaming. Again, I imagined her climactic expression, her face reflecting her rising ecstasy.

What must it have felt like? I wondered. I’d fucked women — including Miranda — in a bathtub and shower stall, but that wasn’t the same as being completely submerged in the water. I guessed it would decelerate things, and thereby draw out the pleasure.

As Mickey and Viola gaped at the presentation, and as Miranda kneaded my ass and rubbed her bare thigh against mine, I watched raptly as the two swimmers went into a final frenzy. The water churned around them. Tiny sea creatures scattered. The lovers thrashed and squirmed, yet somehow stayed joined.

When they froze in mid-delirium, I knew they’d shared a mutual climax. What a wondrous sight! Those two bodies went taut, every muscle straining, holding for several stunning seconds. Then they fell slackly together, still embracing but with a postcoital tenderness.

“Let’s leave them in peace,” Miranda said, before I made the suggestion myself. She hopped up to the flying bridge and guided our boat away.

That night, anchored off a small islet, Miranda and I practically capsized our vessel with a frantic fuck session in the master cabin. Those scenes of underwater sex stayed vivid in my mind. I figured I would carry the images forever.

Miranda draped herself across my sweaty chest, panting. She lifted her head and looked at me with her stunning green eyes.

“Those two in the water were something, weren’t they?” I said.

“Understatement of the century, Jack. You know what, though? As exciting as it was to watch them…”

“Yes?” I prompted.

That wicked smile touched her lovely face again. “I’d rather we be the ones doing the fucking — the ones being watched. I’ve never done anything like that. And I want to do it with you.”

“Can we do it in the water, too?”

Several weeks later, we did a hopeless test run in tanks and diving masks, but we were too maladroit to fool around underwater with gear on. We decided not to forgo safety on the open water and consider other options.

“Maybe someplace… easier?” Miranda suggested, and I saw she already had an impish idea.

So we checked into an oceanside hotel the next weekend, when I knew all the other rooms were booked for a swingers’ convention. We were lucky there was a last-minute room cancellation. No, we weren’t interested in having sex with other people. But this was a prime opportunity. I knew there would be an erotic atmosphere and that the hotel would be filled with people who’d appreciate our desires.

The hotel had a comfortable layout and upscale rooms. And one other feature: the back half of the hotel overlooked a mammoth pool.

Miranda and I mingled till the wee hours in the ornate lobby bar. Then we went up to our room to change into swimwear.

I admired the fine bronze lines of her body as she slipped into her swimsuit. She saw my cock was halfway hard from the sight of her. Her green eyes flashed. “Save it for the show, baby. C’mon.”

My heart was beating fast as we arrived at the pool area. The pool itself was lit, the surrounding lights dimmed. The night felt warm. Only a few stragglers were around: one guy asleep on a lounge chair, two women talking softly at a patio table. No one was swimming.

“I cupped her ass and brought her pussy to my mouth.”

I looked up at the many windows soaring above us: dozens and dozens of rooms, each with a balcony. Some of the windows were lighted, some of the balconies occupied.

Miranda and I dove in together and swam the big pool’s length. My girlfriend’s smooth, sinewy body moved easily through the water. We got to the end and started back, but this time we stopped midway, where we could both bounce on our toes on the pool’s bottom. Watery light flashed over my lover’s body. I took her in my arms. We kissed, gently at first, before moving into a grinding of mouths, a tangling of tongues.

Anybody watching at this stage must have thought: Aw, look at them, how romantic. But soon Miranda was rubbing her crotch right up against mine. I reached around to cup her generous ass. My cock surged to full hardness, poking out of the top of my swim trunks. She slipped a hand between us to tease my swollen dickhead.

I moved my hand to grope her breasts, feeling her stiff nipples. As Miranda and I broke our kiss, we gave each other a final look. Her hair was plastered to her head. “All the way?” I asked.

“All the way!” she said gleefully.

We tugged each other out of our swimsuits, the garments floating away. Now we were absolutely buck-fucking-naked in the middle of the lit-up pool. Miranda’s flesh glowed a cool blue, and the ripples made her body waver into strange shapes. She looked gorgeous.

The water splashed as we flung into a fresh embrace. I caught her and pulled her tight against me. I was filled with pleasure at the feel of her taut, lovely form. Her legs entwined with mine. I squeezed her tits again, tweaking those pebble-hard nips.

“Hold your breath!” I warned her, then together we plunged underneath the lapping surface. The light was brighter down here. I looked at the length of her, the vitality of her body, the beauty of her shape. Her hair streamed out everywhere.

She reached out and took firm hold of my cock, sending a jolt of joy through me. We turned and tumbled. I slipped a hand up her thigh and grazed her pussy with my fingertips. Her whole body wrenched in slow motion. I delved my fingers in deeper, feeling her slick wetness even submerged in all this water.

Finally, we had to come up for air. I was so caught up in our actions that for a minute I’d actually forgotten we were in a pool in full view of strangers. In fact, I’d forgotten that was the point of this exhibitionistic adventure. So I was briefly shocked to hear bold murmurs of appreciation. I turned to see the two women from the patio table standing at the edge of the pool. The dozing guy had woken up and put a cell phone to his ear, grinning as he obviously described to someone what he was seeing.

“I stepped behind her and slotted my cockhead against her slippery hole.”

A powerful wave of excitement surged through me. I could tell by Miranda’s dancing eyes she felt the same.

We stood together at the pool’s center. I fingered her pussy harder and deeper, jamming in two fingers. She jerked my cock with fierce, pistoning motions, splashing the water. I blinked droplets out of my eyes and looked up at the looming face of the hotel. I could see people pointing down at us, probably with the same expressions of erotic approval as the women standing at poolside. My lust reached a fevered pitch.

Miranda’s pussy walls clenched around my intruding fingers as I watched her features tighten. She cried out, the sound echoing off the concrete surrounding the pool. As she started to fall limply away, I dove down and scooped her up by her hips, lifting her off her feet.

When I raised her legs, she got the idea and draped her knees over my shoulders. Her upper body drifted back onto the water’s surface, and she waved her arms to keep afloat. I cupped her ass and brought her pussy to my mouth.

I heard a crowd reaction as I licked her groove. It was a general sort of noise — voices close by and farther away. Peripherally, I was aware of new shadows moving into the pool area. By now, I was certain more people had come to their balconies to watch. Miranda and I were the center of attention.

My tongue trailed up and down. Miranda’s flowing juices quickly obliterated the taste of the water’s chlorine. I savored her carnal flavor. I’d never gone down on a woman this way. It was wild, the buoyancy allowing me to hold her right up to my face like this.

I feasted on her delicious pussy. Her copious juices smeared my chin and lips. I snaked my tongue inside her, feeling those same flexing silky walls. I flicked her clit, and her knees snapped tight around my neck. She jerked and water splashed.

She was crying out again, going up octave by octave, reaching that orgasmic pitch as I continued to eat her hungrily. When she climaxed, she thrashed atop the water, limbs whipping. Her cry pierced the night this time, echoing off the back face of the hotel itself.

A round of cheers and applause arose. I flushed with delight, my face slick with Miranda’s honey.

As her feet came to rest on the bottom again, she gestured toward our audience. “They deserve a real finale, don’t they?”

I couldn’t help but agree, of course. We waded toward the shallow end of the massive pool. No one else had come into the water, but a crowd had definitely assembled around the edges.

Miranda stood with the water halfway up her thighs. She kissed me, then turned and planted her palms on the cement rim. She pushed her perfect ass out toward me. The pool’s rippling light picked out the individual water beads coating her exquisite body. My cock throbbed urgently.

I stepped behind her and slotted my cockhead against her slippery hole. I pressed myself up into her until I was flush against her backside, my legs resting on the backs of hers.

Then I started fucking her like a sea demon.

We were facing the hotel. The tiers of the large structure rose up and up. It was like a rock concert with all those people looking down at us. I heard more cheers, sharp whistles and other shouts of support.

I clutched Miranda’s waist, fingers sliding around the molded grips of her hipbones. I thrust into her, using good, hard strokes. Our wet bodies smacked together. The water spanked against the side of the pool. Her ass rippled with each impact.

The pleasure was intense, a sizzling eroticism. It was as if we drew energy from the many watching eyes. I imagined the pleasure we were giving our viewers, a carnal memory they would carry with them for all time. My excitement was their excitement. They were with me. With us.

A rhythmic clapping had started up in time to my thrusts. Miranda was trembling, her system going into orgasmic overdrive. Wet strands of her hair clung halfway down her back. She growled over her shoulder, “Give ’em what they want, Jack!”

I figured our audience had earned a real climax to our show. At the last possible second, I pulled out of Miranda’s succulent pussy. As if on cue, she draped herself flat over the edge of the pool. With a howl of my own, I jetted my pearly bliss over her back and ass. My cream flew, spraying and sticking to her bronze skin.

The cheers were deafening.

We took our bows, retrieved our swimwear, and hastened back to our room, knowing we had given the crowd a memorable night…and dreaming of an aquatic encore in the future.

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