Day 8: Pool Sex

Day 8: Pool Sex

Ava stood at the edge of the pool, her feet dipping into the cool water. She smiled at the instant relief of the water. She glanced over at Deborah, who was lounging on one of the deck chairs, sipping her drink with that signature smirk on her lips.

"I have to admit," Ava said, excitement evident in her voice as she stepped further into the pool, "this is a hell of a way to end the day."

Deborah raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she took a slow sip of her drink. "Well, it is my pool," she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. "I thought I'd share my luxuries with you for a change."

The redhead laughed softly, the cool water sending a pleasant shiver up her spine as she waded in deeper. "And here I was thinking you just invited me here to boss me around all day," Ava teased, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

Deborah chuckled, setting her glass down on the side table as she stood, slowly making her way over to the edge of the pool. "Oh, sweetheart," the older woman teased, her voice low and full of sarcasm, "I can multitask."

Ava's heart skipped a beat as Deborah stepped into the pool, the water lapping at her legs as she moved closer. She had seen her boss wearing less when pitching to her in her dressing room, but there was something about the heat of the day combined with the way sweat beaded between the older woman's breasts. Maye it was more the fact that Ava hadn't had sex in over a month, but she didn't want to really think about it. She just wanted to enjoy secretly ogling the other woman.

Deborah's swimsuit clung to her in all the right places, the way the water glistened against her skin making it even harder for Ava to keep her eyes from wandering. She tried to keep her expression neutral, playful even, but the tension in the air between them was undeniable.

Deborah waded in deeper, stopping just a few feet away from Ava, the teasing smirk never leaving her lips. "You've been eyeing me all day," Deborah said, her voice low and full of amusement, her eyes gleaming with something Ava couldn't quite place. "Figured it was only a matter of time before you tried to follow me into the pool."

Ava's face flushed, her heart skipping a beat as she struggled to come up with a witty response. "I wasn't—" she started, though the words came out more flustered than she intended. "I mean, I just... It's hot out, okay? I needed to cool off."

Deborah chuckled, her smirk widening as she moved even closer, the water swirling around them as she tilted her head slightly, watching Ava with a look that made her stomach flip. "Sure, sweetheart," Deborah muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you say so."

Ava huffed, trying to shake off the way her body was reacting to Deborah's presence. She was usually the quick-witted one, the one who could handle Deborah's teasing with ease. But tonight, with the way the older woman's eyes were fixed on her, Ava felt like she was losing control of the banter—and of herself.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ava muttered, though her voice sounded less convincing than she would've liked. "You're the one who invited me over. Maybe you're the one who wants company in the pool."

Deborah's eyebrow arched, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, is that how you're going to play this?" she asked, her voice low and full of teasing amusement. "You think I wanted you to follow me in here?"

Ava swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as Deborah closed the distance between them, the heat of her body palpable even in the cool water. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest, her body reacting in ways she hadn't expected. This was dangerous territory—she knew it—but something about Deborah's teasing tone and the way her gaze lingered on Ava's lips made it impossible to pull away.

"Well," Ava muttered, her voice trembling slightly as she met Deborah's gaze, "maybe I thought you could use the company."

Deborah smirked, her fingers brushing lightly against Ava's arm as she stepped even closer, the water swirling around them. "Is that what you think?" Deborah whispered, her voice thick with amusement. "Or maybe you're just looking for an excuse to get close to me."

Ava's breath hitched and her stomach fluttered. She tried to muster up some of her usual wit, some kind of teasing comeback, but her mind was spinning, and all she could focus on was the way Deborah's touch sent a shiver down her spine.

Deborah chuckled softly, her fingers still lingering on Ava's arm as she leaned in slightly, her breath warm against Ava's ear. "You're not as subtle as you think, sweetheart," Deborah murmured, her voice low and full of playful command. "I see the way you've been looking at me all night."

Ava's face flushed, her heart racing as she tried to come up with some kind of defense, but the words stuck in her throat. "I—" Ava started, though her voice came out in a breathy whisper, betraying just how flustered she really was. "I wasn't..."

Deborah chuckled again, her hand sliding up Ava's arm, her touch slow and sensual, sending a jolt of electricity through Ava's body. "It's okay," Deborah whispered, her voice softer now, but no less teasing. "You don't have to pretend. You're not the only one who's been... noticing things."

Ava's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced up at Deborah, her eyes wide with surprise. "Wait... what?" Ava whispered, her voice barely audible as the tension between them hit a fever pitch.

Deborah smirked, her fingers brushing lightly over Ava's shoulder as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Ava's neck. "Oh, sweetheart," Deborah whispered, her voice full of dark amusement, "you're not nearly as hard to read as you think."

Ava swallowed hard, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement as she felt Deborah's breath against her skin, the soft touch of her fingers making it impossible to think straight. "Deborah..." Ava muttered, her voice shaky as she tried to figure out what was happening, where this was going.

But Deborah didn't give her time to think. With a slow, deliberate movement, Deborah's hand slid down Ava's back, her fingers tracing a line over her spine, sending a wave of heat through her body. "You've been working so hard," Deborah whispered, her voice low and full of promise. "Why don't you let me help you... relax?"

Ava's breath hitched, her body reacting to the suggestion before her mind could catch up. The idea of Deborah—her boss, her mentor, the woman who was always so in control—offering something more, something that Ava had only imagined in fleeting moments, was enough to send her heart racing.

She hesitated for only a moment, her mind spinning with the possibilities, the consequences. But then Deborah's fingers brushed lightly over her hip, and Ava's resolve crumbled. She nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper as she muttered, "Okay."

Deborah grinned, her fingers trailing lower as she pulled Ava closer, their bodies now just inches apart in the water. "Good girl," Deborah whispered, her voice full of satisfaction as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Ava's ear. "Now, let's see just how much you can handle."

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation as Deborah's hand slid down her side. Deborah's fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Ava's swimsuit, teasing the skin just above her hips as she smirked, watching Ava's reaction closely. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" Deborah murmured, her voice low and full of teasing amusement. "I can feel how badly you want it."

Ava swallowed hard, her pulse racing as Deborah's fingers inched lower, her touch so light it was almost maddening. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," Ava muttered, though her voice trembled, betraying just how affected she really was.

Deborah chuckled softly, her lips brushing against Ava's neck as she whispered, "Oh, sweetheart, don't even try to lie to me. I can see it all over your face."

Before Ava could respond, Deborah's fingers slipped between her legs, the cool water making the sudden heat of her touch even more intense. Ava gasped, her body jerking slightly as Deborah's fingers found her clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate circles.

"Deborah..." Ava whimpered, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as the pleasure hit her like a tidal wave. She gripped the edge of the pool, her knuckles turning white as she tried to keep her balance, but the sensation was overwhelming, her body already starting to tremble under Deborah's expert touch.

Deborah grinned, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Ava's skin. "You like that, don't you?" Deborah whispered, her voice thick with amusement as her fingers circled Ava's clit with more pressure, drawing out soft gasps and whimpers. "You've been wanting this for so long, haven't you?"

Ava's head fell back slightly, her body arching as Deborah's fingers worked her clit with slow, torturous movements. "God... yes," Ava gasped, her voice shaky as the pleasure built inside her, the tension coiling tight in her stomach. "I've been... thinking about it."

Deborah's smirk deepened, her fingers moving faster now, pushing Ava closer and closer to the edge. "That's what I thought," Deborah muttered, her voice full of dark satisfaction. "You've been pretending you could be professional, but all this time, you've just been waiting for me to do this."

Ava whimpered, her hips rocking against Deborah's hand as the pressure on her clit intensified, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "I... I couldn't help it," Ava gasped, her breath hitching as Deborah's fingers continued their relentless rhythm. "You... you make it hard to think."

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand gripping Ava's waist as she pressed her body closer, her fingers working Ava's clit with a steady, deliberate pace. "I know," Deborah whispered, her voice low and full of command. "And now you're going to come for me, aren't you?"

Ava's body trembled, her legs shaking as the tension inside her grew, the pleasure building to a breaking point. She could feel the orgasm approaching, her body teetering on the edge, but Deborah's teasing words made it impossible to hold back. "Deborah..." Ava whimpered, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "I'm so close..."

Deborah's fingers pressed harder against her clit, the pace quickening as Ava's body began to tremble uncontrollably. "Then come," Deborah whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I want to feel you come for me."

With one final, deliberate stroke, the tension inside Ava snapped, the orgasm crashing over her with such intensity that she cried out, her body bucking against Deborah's hand as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. Her grip on the edge of the pool tightened, her knuckles white as her body shook with the force of the release.

Deborah's fingers didn't stop, continuing to work Ava's clit, drawing out every last aftershock of the orgasm until Ava was trembling, her body spent and her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

When it was over, Deborah withdrew her hand slowly, her smirk never fading as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Ava's neck. "Good girl," Deborah whispered, her voice full of dark satisfaction. "I knew you had it in you."

Ava's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. She glanced up at Deborah, her face flushed, but a lazy smile tugging at her lips. "You really know how to... surprise a girl," Ava muttered, her voice weak but full of affection.

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand still resting on Ava's waist as she whispered, "Oh, sweetheart, I'm just getting started."