“I like the cameras,” I admitted, boldly, not caring.
“Huh?” He sounded confused, so I squeezed his cock, making him moan again.
“I like the idea of the cameras. That someone can see me. See us.”
We stopped kissing and he looked at me, blinking. “It turns you on?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
There was a slight pause where I kept stroking him, but he seemed to be judging me. I didn’t want to be judged, but more than that, I just didn’t care what he thought. This was me, and I was sick of hiding.
“You like it… when people watch you?” he asked, halfway between curiosity and dirty talk. I nodded again, leaning to kiss him one more time, his cock really hard now.
“I do,” I confirmed.
“Will you wank for me?”
I didn’t need asking twice. I pushed my hand down and began rubbing my clit, letting out a soft breath as I finally started doing what I’d been aching to do since I first took my bikini off on the diving board. His eyes focused between my thighs and I began moving the hand on my clit at the same pace as the hand on his cock, pleasuring both of us together at the same time. I have to admit, I got lost in it: the sensual familiarity of touching myself, combined with the exciting newness of being in an unfamiliar location and being with an unfamiliar person. And best of all, doing it for that person.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” he eventually said, the words bursting out of him and shattering the silence of the spa room.
“If someone was watching on a camera, they could see me touching myself… and touching you…” I purred, getting into it.
“And your tits,” he reminded me, and I felt a little rush of arousal when I realised he was happily going along with this.
“Or we could film ourselves and watch it later,” I added, a little over-enthusiastically, especially when I realised I’d assumed that there would be a ‘later’ for us. Starting to feel self-conscious, I covered it up by doubling down. “I want you to cum on me, so I have to walk back to my room covered in it,” I said, getting more breathless.
“Fucking hell, Paige,” he said, a note of reality turning to his voice. “You’re really horny.”
“I don’t care,” I said, bluntly, speeding up my rubbing with both hands. “I just want to do what I want.”
“I’m not complaining,” he said, smiling. “Where do you want me to, you know-”
“Face,” I said, automatically. “That way I can’t cover it in the robe.”
He shuddered with excitement, a strange movement I’d never encountered in a guy before. “Okay,” he agreed.
“But fuck me first.”
The easiest position was for me to bend over the edge of the pool, lifted out of the water slightly, my feet not touching the bottom. He lined himself up behind me, taking a second to find the right angle before squeezing his cock inside me.
“Harder,” I commanded, not liking the sensation of him brushing around at the entrance. He held my hips and pushed deeper, and I moaned, satisfied now. Then he pushed all the way inside, his hips hard against my arse, and began to fuck me. I couldn’t believe how easily he was fitting inside me, and I didn’t know whether I was just more turned on and ready than usual, or whether maybe his cock was on the smaller side. Either way, it felt amazing.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted, building up a pattern of movements, the pool water splashing around us.
I looked up and imagined there really was a camera. I could be getting fucked live on camera. Someone might be watching this right now. I couldn’t believe I had been brave enough to say it. But more importantly, I couldn’t believe how much I absolutely loved it. As Nathan fucked me harder, his hands gripping me and driving his cock deeper into me, my mind’s eye filled with images of professional cameras recording me, zooming in on my pussy for close-ups, taking pictures of my tits, then people watching, seeing the images, the film, hearing my moans, seeing my naked body, lots of them, crowds of them, all looking at me-
“I’m really close,” Nathan gasped, not slowing down at all. “Do you still want me to…?”
“Yes,” I said, forcefully, frustrated that he’d interrupted right when I was getting myself close. With a little noise of disappointment, he pulled himself out of me, and I quickly turned around, realising in the same instant that there was absolutely no way with both of us in the pool that he could get his cock anywhere near my face, unless I fancied scuba diving.
“Sit on the edge,” I told him, waiting impatiently as he got a grip on the tiles and pulled himself up and out of the water, dripping everywhere. His cock was still standing up hard, though, and I squeezed up to him, between his legs, as low in the water as I could go. From here I could see the underside of his cock, the base covered in hair leading down to his rounded balls, everything thick and engorged. Reaching up, it was a struggle to rub his cock and keep myself in position without overbalancing, so I let go again.
“You do it,” I told him. He nodded, getting comfortable and wanking himself, pointing his cock at my face like a weapon. In this position it felt strangely intimidating, waiting for the moment it would explode, so I put my fingers on my clit again and started rubbing, hard and intense, moaning, my lips parting, waiting for him. Mercifully, it didn’t take long, less than a minute. He grunted, his hand flying up and down his cock in a blur, and then his white cum suddenly appeared from the tip, the first blob dripping and then the second one shooting out in a curve, right onto my forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt two or three other jets hit me, one on my cheek and another somewhere near my chin. The idea of letting him cum on my face was much sexier than the reality, which was sticky and drippy, but it was worth it when I opened my eyes a crack and saw the blissful look on his face, his cock bouncing in front of him, spent.
I kept my word. The walk from the pool area to my room was more akin to a mad dash, punctuated by sudden stops on corners to peer around and see if anyone was coming. I left him by the lifts, as his room was on a different floor, and when I got out of the lift alone and crossed the short stretch of corridor back to my room, I felt exulted. I’d never felt this turned on before in my entire life. I’d just walked around a hotel, where anyone might have seen me, wearing just a bikini and with my face dripping with a man’s cum. I almost wanted to keep going, as I heard the room lock click open electronically and let myself in.
“Hi Paige,” Lucy said from her bed, startling me as I hurried across the room, straight towards the bathroom, so I involuntarily turned to look at where the noise had come from. “Did you get up to anything much?”
“Not really,” I said, catching myself and looking away quickly, trying to sound casual and calm, fumbling with the door handle to the en suite. First thing I was going to do when I was locked in there was to touch myself again, quietly.
“Did you talk to Nathan… hang on, is that cum on your face?!”
Eighteen Months Later
I pulled off my swimming cap and shook my hair loose in front of the mirror, combing through the ends with my fingers. It had survived the pool surprisingly well and I reckoned with a bit of spray shampoo and a brush it would last at least until the end of the day, despite how hot it was outside. I turned to get my brush from my swimming bag, the last of the dampness from the pool drying quickly on my skin as I walked around naked.