When I was dating the man who would become my husband, I lived in an unusual apartment complex. It was supposed to be a resort-style place, with fake palm trees and pools everywhere. Of course, it had been built 30 years prior; since then, it had decayed quite a bit. Some of the smaller pools had even been closed, and most people gathered in one of the two huge pools at the center of the complex.

Although a bit dilapidated, it was cheap, and between my building and the one next door was one of the smaller pools. Rarely used, I liked it because it was very private and I was almost always alone.

A sign said it closed after dark, and sometimes (usually on weekends, rarely on weekdays) the maintenance worker would come to lock the main gate. What most people didn’t know, however, was that if you went through the covered stairwell at the end of my building and went out the back, there was a smaller gate that led to the same pool area. This was the entrance I usually used, and it was never locked.

I mention it because in that pool, I had some very pleasant moments. About an hour after dark, around 9 PM, I’d slip in for a nighttime swim. Several people did this on weekends, but during the week I was almost always alone.

The pool lights didn’t work at all, and there was only one working light left in the veranda area near the main gate, so it was possible to swim in relative privacy—especially because the pool was built higher than the parking lot area, and there were no windows on the ends of either building.

Forgive me for digressing, but the point is there was a lot of privacy after dark. Now, most of you ladies have probably figured out where I’m going with this. Yes, exactly, there was a great spot near the deep end (which was only about six feet deep) where a powerful jet pulsed.

I’d let myself float toward the jet and slip aside the crotch of my one-piece swimsuit. That wonderful jet blasted right onto my clitoris—heavenly! Often I’d slide the top down a bit, letting my breasts float freely. I loved playing with them or sucking them during masturbation. And let me assure you, I always had a powerful orgasm from that happy little jet!

In all the times I did this, I was discovered only once. I had just finished and was gently floating toward the shallow end when I heard the gate creak. I looked up and saw another lady come in. I’d seen her before but didn’t know her name. She was a mature woman in her sixties, with a voluptuous figure. She wore a dark green swimsuit and slipped softly into the water.

She apologized for disturbing me.

“It’s nothing, I was finished anyway.”

“I know,” she said. “I waited for you to finish before coming in.”

I think I turned crimson with embarrassment, because before I could say anything, she said, “Oh, don’t worry, dear. If anything, I’m here for the same reason.”

“So…” I stumbled over my words. “I, uh… I think I’ll let you have it.”

“As you prefer,” she said, floating toward the jet. “You don’t have to leave for me.”

I watched her spread her legs in front of the jet, and I had no doubts about what she was doing.

I thought about staying, but I decided I didn’t know how far she wanted to take things, so I beat a hasty retreat and got out of the water. I didn’t really want to disturb her, but my keys and towel were on the chair near the jet, so I had to pass right by her to get them.

“Good night,” she whispered to me, panting slightly.

After grabbing my things, I stopped beside her and looked down. Even though you couldn’t see much, I could make out her breasts floating freely. “Enjoy!” I encouraged her, even though she didn’t need it.

“I’m… oooh, I’m enjoying it,” she replied.

I left her in peace and went back to my place.

I must confess, one night I got a bit bold. My boyfriend had to work a Sunday night—some computer project—so he came over for lunch, and as dessert, he made love passionately for about three hours. I was so satisfied that I fell asleep, naked and happy.

He must have really tired me out; I didn’t wake up until late the next morning. I’ll never forget: it was 3:33 AM. Wow, I’d slept almost 11 hours. I was also naked and horny as hell. You’d think my previous session would have satisfied me, but it only increased my desire. I tried to masturbate a bit, but I couldn’t reach that strong orgasm I wanted. In the end, I decided there was only one remedy. It was time for a pool party.

I tended to go through many swimsuits. Keeping the crotch pulled aside so often had eventually worn out the elastic until it could no longer cover my pussy—fine in the pool, not so great walking down the stairs past the kind elderly gentleman who lived downstairs.

I had just bought a brand-new suit, an all-black one-piece. I didn’t bother with the straps; I knew I’d want my breasts free after getting in the water. I grabbed a towel, and as quietly as possible with my bare feet, headed toward the pool.

I tossed the towel onto a chair nearby. I couldn’t help but notice that even the one usually working light was off, leaving the pool very dark and private. As I descended the pool steps into the water, one of my breasts popped out of the suit. Oh, well, it would be free soon enough, so I left it.

I headed toward my friend the jet and pulled aside the tight crotch of my suit. I let the other breast float free, pushing the suit down to my waist. I enjoyed floating there, but the new firm elastic of the suit kept snapping the panel over my hairy pussy shut, blocking the water vibrator.

After having to reopen it repeatedly, I got really frustrated. I was so fucking horny at that point that I didn’t care anymore. I reached down and pushed the suit off my body, kicking it away into the dark water. I went back to my jet and held my pussy lips wide open, letting the water hit my clitoris. FUCK, it was amazing!

I felt so shameless, completely naked in the water like that. I had a massive orgasm, which went on and on. When I finally couldn’t take anymore, I moved away, floating free. I let myself calm down, then floated back toward the jet. This time, however, I pressed my fleshy ass against it. The water ran over my asshole, went under me, then gushed onto my pussy. It tingled a bit as my pubic hair swirled, but it also made my whole body tingle.

I decided I wanted another one and turned so the water could again hit my clitoris directly. I played with my free-floating breasts, pinching and sucking them while the water slowly built my orgasm. Since my ass was still tingling, I reached behind me and lightly brushed my asshole with a finger. That light touch was enough to make me explode; my pussy burst with one of the biggest orgasms of my life.

I floated in the water, savoring the afterglow and the erotic sensation of being naked. After a few minutes, though, I decided it was probably time to go and spent a good ten minutes searching for my black suit in the dark water. Finally I found it, but by then I decided it was too much effort to try putting it back on.

Feeling rather bold, I got out of the water and grabbed my towel. Holding it in one hand and the suit in the other, I left the pool area and went back upstairs bare-assed. I admit I had to force myself not to run, but I felt so… erotic in that situation—knowing anyone could see me if they happened to come out at the right moment.

I made it back without incident, though, or at least as far as I know, I wasn’t seen. By then it was almost time to get up anyway, so I took a relaxing shower and soon was heading to work. But all day long, I thought only of my private pool party!