The Cougar's Poolboy

By Aspiring Ashton

We met on a yacht. She looked great in her Dior cut-away one piece swimsuit. She looked fit, and I said so, I asked if she was a swimmer she said yes she’d been on her State team back in the US. I could tell, her legs were lithe, her shoulders square, her arms not the usual two wet noodles hanging off her body, I could see the muscles glide just under the surface of her sun tanned skin. We swapped numbers I don’t know why, she was out of my league, perhaps she liked the cut of my Vilebrequins. I didn’t care that she was fifteen years older than me, so, she’s a cougar, what’s wrong with that.

A week later she rang. We met over martinis at Sevva then moved on margaritas in Cafe Grey. Things were going well, I was in turns funny, charming and interesting. It was still early when she said,

“I want to go swimming.” as if she was ordering from the bar snacks menu.

“Swimming ?”

“Finish your drink, lets go.”

We took a taxi towards Stanley that’s when I got the feeling, you know, you just know it’s going to happen, nothing said, just an understanding. The taxi drove up a side road, we got out, she swiped a card at a security gate and we passed through. We walked hand in hand up the drive towards a house that was ominously dark. But we did not go in. She led me around the house to a kidney shaped swimming pool the size of Ethiopia. I stood looking at the pool and the stars over the South China Sea as she pulled her dress over her head slipped out of her underwear and dived in. Moments later she bobbed up like a wet seal her hair slicked down looking back at me. I fumbled with my shirt buttons and tripped over my trousers. From the pool I heard a huge snorty sniggle.

For a while we played, me supporting her back has she floated. Then we embraced and kissed, then kissed again with a little more tenderness.

“Hold on” I said as I opened my right palm to show her the condom I was holding, and naked in chest high water I put it on.

We embraced again she placed both her hands behind my neck and brought her knees up to grip either side of my chest. But something was wrong. I ran my hand over my crown jewels. I was surprised. My knob felt as though it was inside a sea cucumber, or a boxing glove. Somehow, I had managed to get my knob and 5 gallons of pool water into the condom. She put her hand down, gave the sea cucumber a squeeze, and laughed. Having your erection laughed at, is not an easy thing for a man, but I shrugged it off.

“Hold on” I said for a second time and I swam to the direction of my poolside clothes. I got out, found a second condom and put it on. I looked over my shoulder. She was floating, naked, eyes closed, arms wide in the shallow end of the pool. I was relieved she was not watching. All the blood in my body had drained to my knob, my brain was empty, and only movement I could make was a hip thrusting forward and back. I couldn’t jump or dive in. The steps down were on the other side of the pool. So, with no alternative, shuffling like a penguin across the ice, I made my way to the steps. It was a long slow march. I know what Emperor penguins on Discovery Channel suffer as they march in the dark carrying a single egg on their flipper feet, the twenty metres to the steps felt like twenty miles.

In the water I tiptoed to the shallow end. Then I stopped.

The night was dark, the water was black, in front on me, eyes closed, arms wide, palms up, as if she was trying to embrace the sky, she lay floating within a carpet of stars, I could see the undulation of her belly, breasts, thighs, her face framed by thick rivers of hair. At that moment, she was perhaps, even to this day, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I checked my knob again, I was relieved, no condom malfunction this time. Maybe it was the anticipation, perhaps I’m just lucky, perhaps I’m just blessed, but if it got any bigger I’d have gone to the blood bank for an overdraft.

I lifted her lightly under the shoulders and kissed her.

“Hello” she said drowsily and rolled over to face me, her hands cupped themselves behind my neck, her knees came up to grip my chest once again. But she missed, one knee caught me hard, full in the balls............the pain was so searing and intense.

I woke up, I could see the stars again, but they were moving and didn’t seem so far away. I was laying on my back in a foetal position holding my balls. I noticed a thin wand of bubbles coming from my mouth stretching up to the sky. I didn’t understand at first, I didn’t understand that I was drowning. But when I did, I didn’t care, drowning, it was ok, as long as I didn’t have to move, I could stay there. Bits of my brain were shutting down; the long stream of bubbles was starting to stutter, the remains of my breath was leaving. My final thoughts were of how beautiful she was.

Then....I felt her grab my wrist firmly, pulling me up, and perhaps I blacked out for the second time.

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