Kinktober 2024

【 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 】

〖 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒 〗: 𝑃𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 & 𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐹

〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: It's your job to take care of Wanda's pool, and it's her job to take care of you

〖  𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, semi-public sex, oral sex, infidelity (wanda cheats on her husband w/ you), wanda's pov

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The bright blue skimmer glided across the pool's surface, sending a gentle wave rippling across the water. A warm summer breeze ruffled the stray hairs that managed to escape your baseball cap. She watched you closely from the large glass doors that led to the patio. Her gaze traced the arc of your pole through the water before lingering on your form. The way you moved was nearly hypnotic, every move performed with perfect precision, and she couldn't look away.

You were none the wiser, of course. You were dedicated to your craft, which meant she could watch you without worrying about scaring you away.

She stepped outside, squinting a little in the afternoon sun.

"Hey you," she called out. "Why don't you take a break? You've been working hard all afternoon."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm almost done, Mrs. Maximoff. No need to worry about me."

"Please, hon, call me Wanda," she urged, waving a hand. "Well, if you're not going to take the chance to cool off..."

She made a show of slowly tugging off her coverup, revealing inch upon tantalizing inch of her skin. She took note of the way your eyes skirted up the length of her legs before refocusing on the glassy surface of the pool.

She dipped her toes into the water before making her way slowly down the steps and into the water. She sucked in a breath as the cool water enveloped her, a stark contrast to the scorching summer sun.

She swam a few laps, glancing over at you every so often. She hoped to entice you with a few playful splashes and inviting smiles. You remained steadfast, though, and she settled with floating on her back.

As she floated, she came up with a plan. She'd seen how you couldn't take your eyes off her, and her husband and twins wouldn't be home for a few hours. She had you all to herself.

She swam over to you, perching herself right below your feet. She held out her hand, "Be a dear and hand me a towel."

"Of course," you grinned, pressing a playful kiss to her knuckles before going to retrieve a towel from the pool shed. You were obedient, she liked that.

You were quick to return to her and hold out a towel. "Sweet girl," she cooed, grinning as she grabbed your wrist and tugged you to her.

You stumbled, caught off guard by her sudden strength, and your feet slipped on the wet tiles. The momentum of her movements pulled you both into the pool, the cool water enveloping you in an instant.

Wanda quickly resurfaced, and a laugh escaped her as she watched you breach the surface of the water. You sputtered as you sent an incredulous look her way.

"Mrs. Maximoff," you breathed, "you are relentless."

Your tone didn't match the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, and Wanda's laughs softened into a grin as she swam closer to you. She reached out a hand to gently brush a wet strand of hair from your face, your baseball cap long gone. Her red hair flowed around her like an auburn halo, gently tickling her shoulders.

You met her gaze, the close proximity warming the air despite the chill of the water.

"Take a break with me, darling," she murmured, her voice low as she brought up a hand to cup your face.

You laughed, "I don't see how I have a choice, Mrs. Maximoff."

The space between you seemed to disappear as she leaned in. She hummed as her lips met yours, and she wrapped her arms around you, tugging you closer. You were quick to embrace her, your fingers dragging lightly over the exposed skin on her waist.

Your lips moved in sync, and it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She pressed herself against you, savoring the warmth of your chest against hers. Your hands lingered on the back of her thighs, and she lifted herself long enough to wrap her legs around your waist.

You pulled away to trail gentle kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking the skin there. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough to emit soft moans from Wanda. Her eyes fluttered closed and she tilted her head to the side. Her hands slowly wandered over your shoulder, tangling into the taught, soaked fabric of your t-shirt.

Your fingers trailed up her back and tugged at the strings of her bikini. Wanda opens her eyes to meet yours, letting out a soft gasp as her top slowly falls away. You eagerly continue your exploration of her body, and press kisses down her chest. She takes a shuddering breath, and her hands move to tangle in your hair as your mouth begins to wander across her chest.

Your lips gingerly find one of her nipples, and your tongue circles around the sensitive bud. Wanda lets out a soft moan as her hips grind against you. She arches against you, and she reaches a hand up to cover her lips, muffling her moans.

You pulled away, panting. Your cheeks were flushed from more than the sun, and Wanda's lipstick coated your lips in a rosy hue.

"I want to taste you."

The words leave your mouth and her lips are on yours in an instant. She tugged gently at the hair at the nape of your neck, earning a whiney groan in response.

You maneuvered her toward the edge of the pool and pulled away, earning a small groan in protest from Wanda. You pressed a soothing kiss against her cheek before lifting her up to sit on the edge of the pool.

You hook your fingers into the sides of her bottoms, looking up at her through your lashes. She gives a curt nod and lifts her hips, allowing you to tug off her bottoms. You chuck them to the side, not really caring where they landed.

A small gasp leaves you at the sight of her bare before you, and heat pools in your belly. You situate yourself between her thighs, and you flush at how easily they spread for you.

Wanda wouldn't admit it, but she fantasized about this moment for nearly as long as you'd worked for her.

"So beautiful," you whispered, your breath fanning across her core.

Wanda's breath gets caught in her throat as she tugged you closer. You wrapped your hands around her thighs, keeping her still as you left kisses along her inner thighs, teasing her.

A swift tug is enough to remind you of the task at hand. You playfully nipped at the soft skin of her thighs before latching your lips onto her core. You swiped your tongue through her folds, moaning at the taste of her. She's exquisite, and you couldn't get enough. You dipped your tongue into her entrance before moving upward to circle her clit, earning a high-pitched whine from Wanda.

Breathy moans and pleas escaped her plump lips as you lapped up all of her.

"I've been dying to put that pretty mouth to work," she moaned as she leaned her head back.

You double your efforts, moaning as she praises you to high heaven. You'd give anything, do anything, to hear her moan for you.

A high-pitched whine leaves her as she comes against your mouth. You let her ride her orgasm out against your tongue, eagerly lapping up her release. You don't stop until she tugs your head away, and then you rest your head against the plush of her thigh as she catches her breath.

You rub a soothing hand over her thigh and look up at her.

She cups your face, "Let's get you out of those wet clothes, sweet thing."