Eye contact

Thirsty

(Part 1)

Loud children's noises and the splashing of water could be heard all around me. The outdoor pool was well attended today and a small smile crept onto my face as I cheered up the happy people around me. A young mother was laughing as she tried to teach her little daughter to swim, while an older couple relaxed next to each other on two loungers and sunbathed.

My eyes widened, the water played around my slim hips as I ventured a few steps further into the cool water. A little boy stood on the diving board and down in the water the child's father waited with open arms for the little boy to overcome his fear and dare to take the last step forward.

I slowly turned my head and took in every detail of my surrondings. Finally, my gaze settled on a small group. It consisted of four boys around my age. Three of the teenagers were busy laughing at the child on the jump and drowning each other,  but the fourth of them just stood quietly by and stared at me.

Since there was only about seven meters between us, I could see that he was a bit taller than me and had relatively broad shoulders. His gaze bored into mine. Since I had never been good at maintaining eye contact, I looked shyly at the water between us. Too bad that he was reflected in it. I quickly turned my head to the side and continued walking into the water, away from the boys. Away from him.

When I reached the point where I had to start swimming, I turned around again. Slowly I became cold and alone it wasn't really worth it here anyway. On my way back I was relieved to see that the group of four had already left the water, because I couldn't see them anymore.

After I got my towel, I headed towards the showers and looked around as I did so. Three of the guys from before were sitting on a large towel and all of them had fries. The loud laugher was hard to ignore. I was taken aback. Three? Why were there only three? I looked at the guys more closely and realized that he was the one who fell. I hoped I wouldn't run into him again. When I thought back to the eye contact and the constand staring from before, the blood rushed to my face again and I hurried on my way.

There were three smal shower cubicles for each gender. Since only one of the men's cubincles was free, I hung my towel over the door and was about to close it when a hand slipped in between. With a sudden jerk, the door was pushed open and someone entered the cubincle. I gasped in shock when I recognized the missing member of the group from before in front of me. The one whose eye contact made me noticeably nervous. His gaze was fixed on me while he pushed the door shut behind him with one hand and locked it.

I slowly took a step back. "What do you want from me, pervert?", I blurted out. A smirk crept across his face, then he slowly took a step towards me. Panic rose in me, but just as I opened my mouth to scream for help, he lunged forward and put his right hand over my lips, while his left hand pressed my hip against the wall behind me.

"You'll keep it that way, understand?", he whispered in my ear. His hot breath tickled my bare neck. He leand further forward, even tho there was hardly anything betwenn us anymore. I nodded timidly. I have no idea what this guy was capable of, but I didn't want to make him angry. "Good.", his rough voice rang out and the hand that had previously rested on my lips slid down my neck bit by bit until it finally rested on my chest. He laughed when he felt my nipples getting hard. Goosebumps covered me.

"Back of, idiot...", I whispered, my voice too weak and shaky to say it louder. The grip on my waist tightened as he started laughing again. "Oh no, I don't think so. Let's be honest with each other. Do you really think I didn't noticed your looks?"

I looked up. "My looks? You were looking at me so creepily!" Suddendly he leaned forward and kissed my earlobe.

"As if I'm going to miss a sight like that, sweetheart.", he whispered before placing his lips on my neck and starting to pepper my throat with kisses. A soft moan escaped me, but immidiatly stopped it because his mouth started to suck harder on the spots that made me shudder.

"N-no, stop!", I tried to say, my hands trying to push him away, but I failed. Instead of stopping, he grapped me harder and pressed his hips against mine. I opend my mouth again to scream, but out of nowhere he grapped my hands and slammed them against the wall above my head. I stared at him, mouth hanging open.

Not a second later, his tongue slipped into my mouth and savored every nook and cranny. I closed my eyes in resignation and gave up resisting. For a few moments, I just let him do what he wanted until I returned the pressure of his tongue with mine. When he felt that, he moaned benevolent into my mouth. I could felt him smirking against my lips.

Slowly he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. A thread of saliva connected our lips as we gasped for breath. I studied his face, feeling his lips still on mine. A sudden desire seized me and I slowly leaned forward, my gaze locked with his. My eyes wandered further down to his swollen lips, his neck, his chest.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?", he asked. I looked up again, blushing hardly, but nodded without thinking too much about it. When I realized what I had done, he already pressed one of his hand on my throat and started kissing me wildly again.

This time I let him do it without hesitation and after a few moments I started to kiss him back. Since his other hand was still holding mine up, I couldn't touch him like his free hand was doing to me. His fingertips strocked my chest, leaving a hot trail behind them. When he reached the edge of my swim trunks, he stopped briefly and waited for my reaction, but all I did was pushing my hips against his hand and moan into the kiss.

Our tonges fought for dominance, but in the end he won and slowly let his fingers disappear between the waistband of my pants and my hot skin. A loud moan escaped my lips, but that didn't stop him from kissing me. His lips wandered down to my neck and chest.

He paused briefly and looked up. I maintained eye contact and nodded slightly at him. he looked at me for a few seconds longer, as if he was waiting for me to change my mind, but I was sure that I wanted it.

When he still seemed hesitant , it was me who took control this time, pulling my hands out of his grip with all my strenght, burying my right hand in his hair and pushing his head down so he could continue where he had left of.

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to be continued