That Famous Swimming Pool Everyone Knows
Wandering in the depths of pleasure, Bora looked so damn beautiful that I pulled her upper body up and embraced her. I removed the hand covering her mouth and drew her face toward mine.
Bora's eyes flashed with panic as she tried to resist my strength. Up until now, I'd never kissed Bora. I knew she hated it, so I'd deliberately avoided it. Of course, it wasn't out of pity or respect for her last bastion of pride.
I'd just been saving it as a dish for later. Things like kissing or creampies—stuff that happens naturally between lovers. Those were the untouched territories I craved. And I was waiting for the moment she'd let her guard down, the instant she believed I'd never try it. That's when I'd shatter her expectations without mercy.
In other words, I got off on dismantling her bit by bit.
"Mmph!"
Bora's lips met mine. There wasn't much resistance—more than I'd expected, anyway. Was a kiss no big deal? Hell no. Her eyes were wide with shock. But she couldn't fight back properly. No curses spilling from her open mouth like usual.
I knew why. The overwhelming pleasure dominating her was just too strong.
Our lips pressed together. My tongue slipped into her mouth without opposition. The haughty neighbor wife's tongue wrapped around mine. We kissed. A passionate, heated kiss.
When it ended and our faces parted, Bora averted her gaze with an unreadable expression. I laid her back down and resumed thrusting my hips. She immediately raised her arms to cover her mouth again.
"Mmmph! Ngh!"
Muffled moans leaked out despite her hand. Dizzying pleasure surged through me. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"I'm cumming."
Bora lifted her upper body and took my cock into her mouth. She hadn't fully lost her mind yet.
"Swallow."
After our second round, we showered, and I handed Bora a cold beer can as she returned. She glared at me again, snatched it like a thief, and chugged it down in big gulps.
Thirsty? Or just pissed? It looked refreshing even from the sidelines.
After downing the beer, Bora found the sunbed farthest from me and lay down. She seemed a bit tired and dozed off right there.
About an hour later, when she woke, I gave her an ion drink.
"I don't want it."
"Drink anyway. After pushing yourself like today, you need proper hydration at least."
"I hate feeling bloated..."
But she couldn't defy me and emptied the small PET bottle completely.
After the drink, Bora seemed to pull herself together a bit and slipped into the water to swim alone. What a sight. Watching a naked woman glide freely through the pool was a luxury beyond any scenic view.
After she'd swum for a while, I had her sit on the poolside and masturbate. I grinned happily at Bora, who glared at me with pure rage.
"Hah! Ah! Ngh!"
And just from fingering herself, Bora raced toward climax. It was the most humiliating pose imaginable, but she couldn't resist the pleasure controlling her.
Splash!
Liquid gushed from Bora's body, splattering into the pool.
"Ah! How! Aang!"
Was it guilt over polluting the water? She squirted wildly, thrashing in ecstasy. Good thing I'd made her drink all that beer and electrolytes. Perfect footage.
They say ion drinks are a staple on adult video sets. The intense physical labor under hot lights causes dehydration easily, so hydration is key for that glossy look. But the real reason was scenes like this—stunning fountains of squirt for visual impact.
Normal women don't squirt like that in vanilla sex. Bora was special. From day one, she'd squirted hard on my sofa under intense stimulation. I'd made her masturbate since, and every few days, she'd soak everything again. Even licking up her mess afterward couldn't stop it. Probably some physiological quirk she couldn't control.
"Aah!"
Bora trembled, staring at the liquid trickling from her body into the pool. Anyone would freak in that situation. No one squirts from outside into the water.
But I wasn't worried.
Site Card <The Pool>
The water in the pool is replaced with fresh water every day.
Use it freely without worrying about water quality.
So it claimed. The card's descriptions had never lied to me yet.
"Hic! Hic!"
Having poured out all her pleasure, Bora sniffled.
"Get in the water."
"Huh?"
"Into the water. Now."
Bora shot me a furious glare but dove into the pool she'd just polluted. I watched her naked form splash around for a while before finally releasing her.
"You filthy bastard!"
Unable to hold back, Bora spat curses as she stormed to the shower. I enjoyed the show through the glass for a good long time.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she grabbed a plate from the buffet, piled it haphazardly, sat down, and devoured it ravenously. First time seeing her eat like that. All I'd tossed her before were a few snacks.
Starving? We'd fucked twice already, played in the water forever, masturbated. Prime dinner time.
But her eating didn't look enjoyable. More like venting rage through food.
I loaded up a plate too and sat across from her, savoring leisurely. Deliberately close, watching her chow down. Not exactly dainty, but damn hot to watch. Pretty girls are pretty doing anything—especially naked at dinner.
Bora finished first. Even scarfing, barely half a normal portion. Probably how she stayed so slim. Or maybe food tasted like ash in front of me.
She headed back to the bathroom. I knew from observation—she was obsessively clean. Ate? Brush teeth, might as well shower too. A neat freak like her, brutalized by the sleazy neighbor. Must be hell.
Time to recharge her. I leisurely pigged out, multiple plates. Food for a crowd, wasted after us anyway. All delicious. Cold stuff stayed cold, hot stayed hot.
Eh, whatever. Didn't care. Chugged a couple beers. Paired spicy meat with a bottle of peaty single malt—18-year-old. Booze and eats would cost more than pool access.
Blissfully buzzed, I found Bora lounging in a cabana with a great skylight view. Stress and fatigue must've hit hard. But not sleepy after her nap.
As I approached her cabana post-feast, she flinched at the sight of me. Scared of what?
I slid beside her, grabbed the remote on the side table, and hit OPEN.
Whirr~
A low mechanical hum, and the massive skylight slowly slid open.
"Ah!"
First exclamation from her since arriving. Even I was impressed. Epic view.
Fully open, it was no longer an indoor pool. The familiar infinity edge spilled out to the outdoors. Blazing sunlight poured in; the cityscape sharpened without the blue tint. 23rd-floor Gangnam panorama—pretty damn nice.
Bora sat up, peering out. No need to ask—she loved it.
I climbed onto the bed beside her and lay down. She hesitated, debating scooting away. Before she could decide, my arm pulled her close.
Bora sighed. No resistance.
I drew her in, laying her on the bed. She turned her head away immediately. I'd just stuffed my face and boozed up—not drunk, but rank breath for sure. Intentional. No good impressions. Just filthy, sloppy, cowardly neighbor.
I forced her face back and kissed her. Unlike before, she looked like she might die.
I spread her legs, mounted, and thrust in.
"Ngh!"
Bora bit her lip. Another round. Her pissed-off face melted in minutes.
"Hah! Hic! Aaaah! Nooo!"
Proud Bora clung to me, kissing me. Never happened before. Didn't even seem aware.
"Hic! Ah! Yes! Ngh!"
Her nails dug into my back. Legs locked around my waist. Most passionate fuck yet.
Finally, she flipped me under her, riding wildly. Eyes shut, mind half-gone. Surrendered to pleasure, body on autopilot.
Third time today. Pleasure stacked higher each round.
Setting Card <Overlap>
Endless ecstasy surpassing drugs or gambling—what would it feel like?
"Aang! Hic!"
The haughty woman atop me climaxed, hugging tight and bursting into sobs.
"Hah! Heung!"
I flipped her back under me, rode out the end, pulled out, stood, and came on her face.
"Ah!"
Mouth agape in bliss, she welcomed my load, then lunged to suck me dry.
Gulp! Gulp!
She swallowed eagerly. I collapsed beside her. She climbed on, burying her face in my chest, sobbing.
"Aah! Ah!"
Her orgasm dragged on forever. She clung, panting, joyful. Then collapsed atop me.
How much time passed? Bora sat up. Her face burned with rage—likely replaying her actions, shame turning to fury at me.