Forbidden Paradise: Ron & Anne's Return

The humid air hung heavy with the scent of gardenias and something else, something primal and undeniably sexual. Ron had gone the extra mile, really. The guest house was luxurious, yes, but the small, private pool in the backyard felt like a stolen indulgence, a secret shared just between them. He’d found a casserole recipe online, meticulously following the instructions, even venturing into the world of YouTube tutorials to learn how to roast vegetables properly. It was a thoughtful touch, a demonstration of his desire to reconnect, to rebuild the intimacy they’d lost during his extended assignment.

When Anne arrived, the kiss at the gate was more than just a greeting; it was a desperate claim, a tangible expression of the longing that had consumed her over the past month. She pushed him back, a gentle but firm rejection, a reminder that they were no longer the carefree young lovers they once were. The embarrassment lingered, a blush creeping up her neck as she realized the awkwardness of the situation, the slightly uncomfortable glances from other passengers. But beneath the embarrassment, a thrilling anticipation simmered.

The house itself was immaculate, the scent of rosemary and garlic clinging to the air. Ron lit a single, flickering candle, casting dancing shadows across the living room walls, and poured them both glasses of chilled white wine. As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, a comfortable rhythm built on shared memories and unspoken desires. She caught herself stealing glances at the backyard, her eyes drawn to the shimmering surface of the pool, a silent invitation.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she murmured, gesturing towards the privacy fence that bordered the pool. “You really went all out.”

Ron chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You deserve the best, my love. Besides, I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. Just imagining you skinny dipping in the moonlight.”

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of anticipation and vulnerability. She knew he was right; she had craved this experience, this release of inhibitions, this surrender to the primal pull of the water.

As they finished dinner, she suggested the swim, a subtle nudge towards their shared fantasies. Ron, wise in the ways of love and desire, immediately recognized the signal. He’d spent the last month carefully calibrating his approach, understanding her needs and responding with a gentle, patient touch. This wasn’t a forceful advance; it was a careful, considered invitation to explore the depths of their shared pleasure.

He retrieved his swimsuit from the drying rack, the fabric clinging slightly to his skin, and then she slipped into her own, a new bikini she’d purchased specifically for this occasion – a little more daring than her usual one-piece, designed to tease and entice. It wasn’t revealing in the vulgar sense, but it possessed a certain seductive quality, a promise of pleasure that she couldn’t resist.

As she stepped out the back door, she felt a surge of heat, a primal awareness of her own body and its capacity for pleasure. The early evening air had cooled slightly, but the water in the pool felt invitingly warm, a liquid embrace that beckoned her closer. Ron was already seated on the edge of the pool, his gaze fixed on her, a slow, deliberate appraisal that made her skin tingle. He gave a long, drawn-out wolf whistle, a blatant display of his arousal, but she simply smiled, a silent acknowledgment of his intentions.

She moved towards the water, her steps deliberate, each movement designed to heighten the anticipation. As she entered the shallow end, she felt a sense of liberation, a release from the constraints of daily life. Ron slipped off the side of the pool and glided across the water towards her, his movements fluid and graceful. Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned into his embrace, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, a silent declaration of her desire.

“I have really looked forward to this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the water.

“I’ll tell you what I’ve been looking forward to,” Ron replied, his voice husky with emotion. “Since I found out that the guest house had a private pool, I have been daydreaming about seeing you skinny dipping.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, a subtle reminder of the lingering desire for a more private experience. But she quickly pushed it aside, recognizing the wisdom in his words. It wasn’t fair to make him wait just to indulge her own selfish impulses. The pleasure of seeing him react, of experiencing his arousal, was just as satisfying.

With a graceful movement, she stepped back, reaching behind her back and pulling slightly on the drawstrings of her bikini top. The top floated free, revealing her breasts, a deliberate act of vulnerability and invitation. She glanced over at Ron, catching his eye, and a slow smile spread across her lips. He was watching her with an intensity that made her heart pound.

“Maybe you should watch from the side,” she said, pointing towards the steps. As he reluctantly climbed the steps to sit on the edge of the pool, she could see from the front of his trunks that she’d guessed correctly.

Before pushing off the steps, she pulled the remaining ties, releasing the bikini bottoms and allowing them to drift along with the top. She then lay back in the water, letting her body float freely, enjoying the sensation of the cool water against her skin. Ron watched her, his gaze lingering on her naked form, his arousal growing with each passing moment. The pool was their sanctuary, a place where inhibitions dissolved and desire reigned supreme.

Ron was sitting on the far side of the pool when she came out the back door. He looked up and then gave a slow, drawn-out wolf whistle. Although a bit embarrassed by the possibility that one of the neighbors might have heard, Anne continued out to the pool with a smile of satisfaction. She had just received a neat complement from the most important man in her life.

The early evening air had cooled, but the water felt warm as she stepped into the shallow end of the pool. Ron slipped off his side of the pool and seemed to glide across the water surface to her. Wrapping her arms around him, she melted into him holding her breasts tight against his chest. She murmured into his ear, “I have really looked forward to this.”

He responded, “I’ll tell you what I’ve been looking forward to. Since I found out that the guest house had a private pool, I have been daydreaming about seeing you skinny dipping.”

Although a bit disappointed since she would have liked to have stayed in her bikini a little longer, Anne had to admit to herself that Ron was going in the direction that she intended anyway. It wasn’t fair to make him wait just because she would like a little more romance.

She stepped back; reaching behind her back, she gave a slight tug on the bikini drawstrings to release the top. It floated free, leaving her breasts exposed. She couldn’t see his swim trunks under the surface of the water but could guess what was happening there.

“Maybe you should watch from the side,” she said, pointing to the steps. As he reluctantly climbed the steps to sit on the side of the pool, she could see from the front of his trunks that she’d guessed rightly.

Before pushing off the steps to swim across the pool, she pulled the remaining ties leaving the bikini bottoms floating along with the top. She began drifting across the pool on her back so she could enjoy watching him watch her.

Ron was smiling that odd little grin he always had when he saw her naked. She’d once ask him why he smiled like that when she got undressed. He had answered, “Admiration… and thanksgiving for what God has given me.”

At the end of the pool, she turned onto her stomach and began a breaststroke back. She was surprisingly turned on by being naked in the pool. Reaching the steps again, she took two steps up so she was knee-deep in the water directly in front of Ron. She felt her nipples grow hard in the cool night air. Reaching her hands down between her legs, she playfully separated her pussy hair to display her engorged feminine lips. In a falsetto voice, she said, “Hi,” as if her pussy were speaking.

Ron reached out to touch her tiny clitoris, barely bulging from the upper part of her lips. A “Yes” seemed squeezed from her throat. It had been almost a month since she’d had an orgasm, and his touch felt wonderful—WONDERFUL.

He began slowly sliding his finger up and down her swollen lips, giving a little extra attention to her clitoris with each stroke. Anne’s legs began to shake. Then with a groan, she came, pulsating with intense contractions as pure delight washed over her.

As the contractions ended, Anne’s legs went rubbery, and she had to hold Ron’s shoulder to keep from falling. She stood there for a moment, leaning against him as contentment washed over her. When strength came back to her legs, she slid her hand down his chest. Lovingly holding his erection, she kissed him and said, “Your turn.”

Ron was not going to turn down an invitation like that. He stood and dropped his trunks. Anne smiled when his erection sprang free.

After helping her up the last couple of steps, he led her to the patio lounge chair for her to lie down. But she stopped to wrap her arms around him, enjoying his chest pressed against her breasts and his erection squeezed between them.

She then pushed him to lie down and, stepping across the lounge, straddled him. Reaching between her legs, she guided him to her opening, then lowered herself onto his erection to ride him cowgirl style in a slow gallop. It wasn’t her favorite position, but he really enjoyed it. After that orgasm he’d just brought her, she felt unusually giving.

Having been away from Anne for a month, it wasn’t long until Ron came. He groaned with an orgasm made more intense by her constricting her vagina to give him the tightest “pussy hug” she could. She continued to contract her muscles until he was spent and she felt his body relax. She couldn’t resist giving him one more squeeze, enjoying the catch in his breath.

Anne lay forward on his chest with his softening erection still inside her. Ron hugged her, and they both enjoyed their afterglow. It certainly was good to be in each other’s arms again.

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