Page 12 of Stalker

Before I could back out, I laid my towel down on the lounge chair near the stairs and slowly wadded into the water. God, it felt so good. I was always down for a steaming hot bubble bath at the end of the day, but there was something about a cool dip in the pool to recenter yourself, too. Especially after spending the last few hours worked up sexually, with still no release from it all.

I swam out to the center of the large pool and lay on my back, staring up at the sky as the water moved around me. The stars were so bright beyond the soft blue glow of the lights beneath the water below me, and I was in awe of the beauty surrounding me.

When was the last time I admired the night sky? Months? Years?

I couldn’t remember the last time I was far enough away from the city lights to enjoy the show, to begin with, let alone indulge.

What if I got to admire nature’s beauty that way every day for my entire three-month contract? Would it feel any less spectacular?

I waded around for a while and then noticed the enticing hum of the jacuzzi on the edge of the pool and decided to overindulge myself by letting the jets relax me even further and climbed in.

The thing was massive, with more than enough room for probably ten or more people, but I could quickly find a molded seat in the stone to relax into. “A girl could get used to this kind of life,” I whispered to myself as my arms floated around me on the current from the powerful jets. On one pass by the seat beneath me, I felt the buzz of a jet on a raised ledge between seats and I held my hand over it questioningly.

What a peculiar place for a jet, someone could unintentionally give themselves an enema if they weren’t careful with how strong it was.

I paused mid-idiotic banter with myself and looked down in the bubbly water at the space next to me. The ledge was rounded and raised up almost six inches above each seat on either side like its purpose was to keep you seated and separate from your jacuzzi mate who may be relaxing next to you.

But my horny brain instead imagined the rounded edge with the powerful jet poised perfectly in the middle would make one hell of a sex toy for a lonely girl like me.

And before I realized what I was doing. I slid over onto the ledge, letting my legs part over it to kneel on each seat. I rocked back andforth, trying to get the angle right, but it just wasn’t possible with my feet jammed into the backs of the seats, so I shimmied my way around to face the wall and as my grandmama called out every Wednesday night at the Firehall back home,B-I-N-G-O.

Was her name, Ho.

I gripped the stone ledge in front of me and widened my stance until that beauty of a jet worked my clit through the fabric of my bikini like a well-trained man.

Not that I had any experience with one of those, I imagined it was similar.

“God, yes.” I moaned, tipping my head back to the stars but kept my eyes closed as my pleasure bloomed in my belly at lighting speed thanks to the continuous edging I’d endured earlier until I was panting and riding the jet like it was my job.

And the fact that I was technically getting paid while I rode it made it even better.

I held on with one hand and let my other wander, thankful for the dark and empty residence in front of me as I untied my bikini top, freeing both of my breasts before pulling my bottoms aside as well, giving the jet and my fingers free access to play with my most sensitive areas.

I rocked back and forth over the jet, letting it tease my clit and then move away, building pleasure towards ecstasy slowly so I could enjoy it longer while I tweaked my nipples and pulled on them.

My mind wandered with my eyes closed, and I instantly fell into my go-to fantasy of me and my monster alone together. I needed little build up to my fantasy thanks to the toy between my legs and my dream earlier, so I jumped right to the part of my fantasy where he pushed his thick cock into me from behind. It was right where we left off before Ty’s phone call rudely woke me up.

My monster slammed into me, while my nails dug into the dirt beneath me, searching for something to brace against as I pushed back onto his thick cock. He fucked me so hard his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust and I timed it with my motions above the jet so I could pretend it was all real.

That’s my good little puppet.

I could hear his voice in my head as I imagined him fucking me and I wrapped my free hand around my throat, tightening it down until a hazy euphoria consumed me and I exploded.

I screamed a hoarse cry of ecstasy through the constriction on my throat and fell forward, gripping the sides of the jacuzzi for support as I jolted and jerked from the intense pleasures I found in fantasy land.

I laid my forehead against the rough stone and panted, coming down from the high with a satisfied smile on my lips.

“Holy fuck.” I moaned, already pushing back to find the delicious jet again, intent on chasing another orgasm with its help.

“I’d say.” A deep gravel voice startled me from above and I screamed, opening my eyes and locking onto a pair of black bottomless ones twenty feet away on the pool deck.

“Oh, my god!” In horror, I screamed and quickly sank below the stone edge to conceal my tits from the stranger. Unfortunately, that put the jet aimed powerfully against my clit with only an inch of space between. “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” The man said, and I feverishly scanned him for recognition, but found nothing familiar about him.

He was mid to late thirties, tall and massively wide in the shoulders, with dark hair and light stubble on his jaw. The darkness of the pool deck obscured most of him, but I could make out that he was wearing a long black button-up and dark jeans.

Admittedly, he didn’t look the part of a serial killer, but I was hesitant to relax completely given the fact that I was still naked, riding the jet and adrenaline careening towards another massive orgasm.

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