Aqua blue

She slid into the water in that new aqua blue bikini and felt every eye on her. George watched her peel the top away, the fabric clinging to wet skin until it dropped. She worked the bottoms down slowly, over her hips, then her thighs, leaving nothing between her and the open air. He stepped close. She sank to her knees in the shallow water, took him in her mouth and worked him with a steady rhythm until his breath hitched. He lifted her, turned her around, pressed her palms to the edge of the pool. The first push inside her ass was slow, deliberate, inch by inch until he filled her completely. She rocked back to meet each thrust. When he pulled out he came across her face, thick streaks landing on her lips and cheek while the sun lit the droplets on the water.