"Hi, kind of late for you to be out," he said, looking behind her. "Where's your husband?"
"What are you doing in the pool?" Eva said coldly. "I thought you were one of the help."
"I have a couple of days off and since the paying customers usually don't swim at this hour, thought I'd take a little workout before driving down to the city for some action. Come on in. The water's fine."
Eva looked down her nose at the bellboy who had stood and watched her in her doorway. He is good-looking, she thought, but such a peasant. She tilted the whiskey bottle to her lips and took a long drink, set it carefully beside the pool, and plunged into the water.
When she broke the surface at the other side, the bellboy was already waiting for her. "What took so long?" he said.
Eva tossed her hair with a flip of her head. "Go away, sonny, you bore me."
"Where's hubby tonight. You're usually tagging along somewhere behind him."
"He's in bed – asleep."
"Who with? That rich widow with the big tits?"
Eva spit at him, catching him in the face.
He grinned, wiping the spit from his eyes. "Hit a sore spot, huh?" he said.
"I hate you."
"What you really mean, is that you love me."
"Shit!" Eva said, and kicked away from the edge. He swam beside her to the other side.
"That's a nasty shiner you have. Hubby give it to you?" he said, easing up close to her.
"For your information, I tripped over one of your lousy rugs. Crummy help around here doesn't keep the damn place up properly."
He treaded water beside her and put his hands on her hips.
"Keep your hands to yourself," she said, pulling away. His touch sent a thrill up her spine. It had been three days since her husband had so much as touched her.
She moved several feet away from the boy, grabbed the edge of the pool, and turned back to face him again. "Why did you come up to our suite the other day? We hadn't ordered anything."
He moved close to her, his arm draped in the drain trough. "I saw you when you first came in and then when I saw your husband back down in the lobby without you, I decided to get another look at you without him there. I didn't expect to see quite that much of you." He had his free hand on her hip again.
Eva blushed at the memory. "Fuck you, too," she said.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," he said.
"You're a nasty boy. In fact, you're terrible."
They were very close in the water. He had his arm around her, his hand moving up and down on her back, yet she didn't move away. She remained motionless when he kissed her. "You shouldn't have done that," she said. When he kissed her again, his hand slid inside the back of her bikini, his finger resting deep in the cleavage of her ass. Still she didn't move away.
He knew she wanted to fuck as bad as he did, and he wanted her to show it. But she didn't. She remained unmoving. His cock was hard and pounding, and it was bent uncomfortably inside his brief trunks. He finally decided she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he sought and moved away in the water. Snooty little bitch, he thought, and pushed his trunks down his legs. He went under water for a moment and when he came up his trunks were slowly sinking to the bottom.
Eva watched him, not sure what he was up to. When he came to her again, and his cock touched her leg, she knew. "You're probably the dirtiest boy I've ever met," she said.
"Call me Bob, and I'll call you Eva," he said.
"How do you know my name?"
"Bellhops know everything."
The water was warm, but chills ran up her spine. The feel of his hard prick against her thigh was too much, and her hand moved under the water until she could circle his cock with her fingers.
"You're despicable. Go away and leave me alone," she said, her hand tightening its grip.
"I can't. You're holding me too tight." He was grinning. He knew he had her now.
His prick was quite long, though perhaps a trifle slender, and incredibly hard. "Bob! It's so long," she said.
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," he answered.
Eva wanted him to fuck her, wanted it desperately, yet she moved her hand furiously on his cock, well aware of what it would do.
"Not too fast, baby, you'll make me come," he cried.
"Yes!" she hissed.
"Stop, stop! I'm almost there!" And then he was there. His jizz spurted out and trailed off into long strings under the water. She kept pumping. Bob kept coming.
"Jesus Christ," he snorted, pulling away from her, "why in the fuck did you do that?"
"So you'll leave me alone, you stupid prick," she snarled. She pushed away from the pool edge and turned to swim the long way. Because I lost my head, you dummy, she thought bitterly. I didn't want you to come, either. She directed her venom to her swimming.
Bob pulled himself onto the bank. "Stupid, crazy, fucking bitch," he said, and then he noticed her bottle. He picked it up and took a long, hard pull.
Eva lapped the pool twice and then stopped in the middle. She floated loosely in the water, watching him drink from her bottle. The top to her bikini came off first. Her head didn't go under while she pushed down the bottoms. She looked down into the water and watched them sink to the bottom, and then swam to where Bob was sitting.
She came up between his legs, which were dangling over the edge, and raised herself enough to get her hand on his prick.
"You won't get any satisfaction from that," he snarled, "You made damn certain of that."
"I might," she said, lifting herself further from the water. Her head came level with her hand. She drew him into her mouth.
He looked down with astonishment to see her face buried tightly in his crotch. "Baby," he groaned, "you might at that. Suck it good, honey." He felt her warm mouth surrounding his cock and knew he would get hard again. "I knew you were easy when you opened your robe the other day, that's why I was so surprised when you jerked me off in the water. Hot broads usually want theirs first. Suck it good, baby, he's coming up."
Eva was thrilled to feel his prick in her mouth, and it was always better to start with it soft, to feel it stiffen and grow hard and pulse. It was pulsing now, and she eased down on it until the knob was almost in her throat. She had the urge to vomit, but suppressed it and let it go deeper.
"Jesus Christ, baby, you're gonna make me come again!" he cried.
She pulled back then, letting his cock swing free. "Let me get out of the pool. We can do it on one of the lounge chairs."
She moved to his left and pulled herself out of the water. She got quickly to her feet. "Bring the bottle," she said, and walked to one of the big, cushioned deck chairs.
The young man watched her walk away, her hips swaying, her ass bobbing. Christ, he thought, this has got to be one great fuck. I never saw a broad built any better. He got to his feet and picked up the bottle.
She lay spread out, her knees bent open to display her pussy. "Sit down beside me. I haven't decided if I want to go all the way. And let me have a drink."
He handed her the bottle. "Who in the hell do you think you're kidding, baby?" he said. "You want it worse than I do."
She took a long drink of whiskey. "Do you have any cigarettes?" she asked.
"Over there in my robe."
"Would you get me one?"
"Christ on a crutch!" he snarled, yet he got up and walked around the pool to get his cigarettes. He had two already lit when he got back. She reached up and took one.
"Sit down beside me," she said. Her hand wrapped around his cock, which was soft again, when he sat. "Play with my cunt."
He let his hand slide across her belly and down to her pussy. Her thighs closed against him. Her hair was still wet from the pool, but her cunt was wet from arousal. It was all slick inside and opened to receive his finger.