My swimming costume is black, tight and extremely low cut. I’ve been feeling self conscious from the moment I walked out of the changing rooms and into the pool. I can see the eyes of men staring hungrily at me, women glaring angrily. I’ve been staying mostly underwater, swimming lengths and avoiding  diving, for fear my breasts spill out completely.

Harriet in the bath with lots of bubbles

Alex loves the pool, and has been trying to get me to go on a date with him for ages here. I love swimming but hate being blind without my glasses. He’s being playful splashing about, going down the flumes and balancing on floats. It’s fun to watch how energetic and childish he can be. I almost feel bad about just swimming lengths, but if I go down the flumes there would be serious nipple spillage.

After about an hour and a half, we decide it’s time to get out and have lunch. Under the showers, I wash my hair and try to wash my body under the swimming costume. I can see Alex’s eyes, and everyone else’s, watch the soap slide down the valley of my breasts, the water dripping down my legs. I turn my face to the wall, but realise I’m only giving them a good view of my pert bottom which is also on show as the costume rides up very easily.

Hurriedly getting my towel to wrap around myself, I dash to the women’s changing rooms. Before I get there however, Alex has taken a hold of my wrist and winks me towards the family changing cubicles. I hesitate for a moment, but then follow him. Nearly all the changing rooms are full but we find one at the end near the exit. As soon as we get in, he pulls me into him and kisses me roughly.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do this all day” He breathes, yanking down my top, letting my breasts cascade out. He covers one nipple quickly wit his mouth and starts sucking and biting, giving little moans of appreciation. His hand is squeezing the other breast, catching the nipple between his forefinger and thumb and rubbing it between them.

I have to bite down on my lip to not call out, although he’s being very rough with my breasts and I can feel the pain from his teeth, it also feels amazing and burns my body up into flames. I find myself responding by grabbing his head with one had and pushing him into my chest further, inviting him to be rougher. He growls in acceptance of the challenge and backs me up so i’m presses against one wall of the cubicle.

As he continues to suckle and bite on each breast in turn, one hand still squeezing the alternative breast, his other hand travels down, and he slips a finger quickly inside me. I’m soaking wet, coating his finger in my juices, and he promptly slips in another two fingers and starts fucking my with them. I am holding onto him tightly, struggling to not cry out in ecstasy for fear of being heard.

The cubicle is large and I know we won’t be found out unless we make too much noise. I can still hear everyone outside however, playing in the pool, washing in the nearby showers and even walking directly past our cubicle. It’s so easy for me to make a mistake, to moan out in pleasure. And I want to. I really, really want to.

As if sensing that I’m unable to hold on much longer, Alex stands back and pull his raging hard cock out from his swimming trunks. I sit down on the seat in the cubicle and it’s the perfect height for me to take his cock in my mouth, and I start sucking eagerly. I take him as deep into my mouth as possible, coating his cock in my saliva and feeling it hit the back of my throat. My hands hold the base, rubbing slightly every time I pull away for air. Alex holds onto the back of my head, and starts thrusting into my mouth which makes me choke slightly, but I’m loving being manhandled like this.

After a while of this, he beckons me to stand back up. I do so, and he turns me around, and pushes me forward my hands are on the seat and my bum is thrust upwards to him. I stand on my tiptoes for good measure. He pulls my swimming costume aside and starts to rub the head of his penis against my wet, open slit. I rub myself back onto him, begging silently for him to fuck me please.

He chuckles a little at my desperation and quickly does so, going hard and fast straight away. I’m now finding it almost impossible to stay quiet. Above the dim of the swimming pool I can also the tell-tale slapping as he fucks me roughly from behind. I can’t even stay on my tip toes anymore, as each thrust is so strong, it’s taking a lot for me to keep my balance. Instead, I try my best to push myself back towards him as much as I can.

I love the feeling of him penetrating me so deeply.  Even though this is the first time I’ve had public sex at the swimming pool, even though I can hear people so close by, I want nothing more than to be fucked faster, harder.

My head is dizzy, my arms ache and my body is screaming at me to let go. I do so in a fantastical orgasm, shivering and convulsing around his cock before feeling him shoot hot cum deep inside me. He thrusts into me a couple more times afterwards, before pulling out and handing me the towel. I wrap it around myself, pull up the top of my swim suit and head back to the showers, where I wash myself quickly again, wondering if the men staring at my breasts right now knew there was cum dripping down my legs.

  • NeilW

    That was worth stopping up to read!

    • NeilW

      Erotic writing goes back centuries. Once printing (and reading!) became widely available, written erotica became in great demand and continued to be so up to and throughout the 20th century as a sort of precursor to mass-consumption porn. It wasn’t until the internet provided a wealth of material to be injected directly into the visual cortex that the star of written erotica dimmed somewhat, although the success of 50 Shades shows that there is still a considerable market out there.

      The swimming pool encounter told here establishes character and location immediately, with great economy tied to a vivid visual sense – as a reader, I am there. The events proceed with a
      breathless fluency which conveys the urgency of the encounter (the use of the verb “winks” is very imaginitive in this context), and the nature of the typos (easily dealt with if this piece were ever to be edited) indicate that the writer is very much in the moment as she writes. The power of the sexual encounter is powerfully conveyed to the reader: the writing carries a strong sexual charge.

      My point is that this short piece – 1,000 words or so – succeeds both as a piece of erotica, where it is as arousing as anything I have ever read (and, over the years, I have read a LOT), but also as a piece of writing, where it succeeds both as something which is technically well put together and, more importantly, something which communicates its content exceptionally well.

      My comments apply pretty much to every other piece of writing on this blog, and not just
      the sex diary pieces (although they are especially vivid. And marketable). I continue to be stunned at the quality of your writing, Harriet, particularly (at the risk of patronising you, which I
      would not want to do) given your age. Your writing merits a wider audience than those who encounter it here.

  • daemonar

    Can we see a pic of this swim suit?

    • Harriet Sugarcookie

      Yes! I’ll try and take one tomorrow to show you 🙂

      • NeilW

        This piece is crying out for a tie-in photoshoot.

  • OakTownHero

    If you made a video of this, I would have to take a vacation from work because it would be on an endless loop.

  • del061

    You gotta release a few videos where you show the guy’s “money shot”. I think you will get more traffic. You are very hot. Thanks for sharing.

  • gregoirebolduc

    Hot story Harriet! BTW, if you have issues with being unable to see when swimming, Speedo makes swim goggles with diopter correction that a very reasonably priced and I imagine you can get them in the UK. All you need to know is the diopter correction of your glasses. I love mine!!