Two Different Roads

Nightswimming

John was in the pool with Paul, George, and Ringo when she returned to the millionaire's mansion the band was borrowing for their stay.
"Join us, Ellen," Ringo called.
"I don't know, Rings."
"Come on, the water is great," George encouraged.
"All right I'll get changed," she finally relented.
A few minutes later she sat on the edge, dangling her legs in the water. John swam over so he could actually somewhat see her, looked her up and down in her emerald green string bikini (the same one she planned on wearing for Mike the next day).
"You look good enough to eat Luv.
Maybe I will," he growled suggestively and lifted her off the side and into his arms, linking her legs around his waist.
"John we're not alone."
"It's just the lads here, and since each of them has had to share a room with me at one point I think they already know exactly the kind of things we get up to."
"I suppose they do at that she admitted, blushing a bit.
"It's so cute how it embarrasses you to talk about it, but in private, and sometimes not so private you've let me do to you just about every dirty thing imaginable."
"Just about?"
"Well I'm always trying to think of more to add to the list."
He slipped his hand under the top of her suit to fondle her breast. She stiffened a bit without meaning to.
"What's wrong, Ellie?"
"We don't talk like we used to," she finally protested.
"It's not like I don't want to, Ellie. I know you've got a brain. I can't help it though. I can barely be around you five minutes without wanting to fuck you. No woman has ever made me feel like this."
"I suppose I should be flattered," she said at last.
"I'm mad for you, El."
He kissed her.
"So Vicky said you guys went out for a bit tonight to sight see but she had some bad food, got a bit sick and you went on on your own."
"Yes, I just walked around a bit then got a car back."
He tweaked her nipple. "I missed you. I'm glad you're back."
"How about we move this to the hot tub?"
He set her down on his lap her back against his chest. The sound of his band mates swimming, splashing came to her faintly. Otherwise they might have been alone.
one hand played with her breast again, the other had found its way into her bikini bottom.
"Screwing in a hot tub is one of those dirty things we haven't done."