I’ve become so used to seeing this as a place of business, that it’s incredibly fun to pretend to “break in” here during the nighttime.

And at my side, giggling along with me, is Dan… Dan, my one night stand sweetheart that I didn’t have the courage to confront my feelings for… Dan, the father of my daughter.

He doesn’t know, but that’s not on my mind right now. There are more important things…

The air is thick and steamy. The heaters in the pool must have been left on overnight. Normally, I’d be worried about how that will affect my electricity bills. But right now, bills are the last thing on my mind. All the worries are gone, and it feels like they’re never going to come back. I feel free and joyous, giddy and excited.

And not to mention turned on.

Incredibly turned on.

I’m intensely aware of Dan’s powerful body next to mine, his heavy breathing, and his rock hard cock that I can’t help but brush my hands up against.

The air is thick and warm, the smell of chlorine somehow seeming sweet rather than its normal chemical reek that I always despise. The place is full of memories that never existed, but it already feels nostalgic. The lights are off and the pool is warm and inviting.

“Come on,” I say. “Let’s go in. I didn’t bring my swimsuit, though…”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?” says Dan, grinning at me.

He pulls his shirt off his head, revealing his muscled torso. It’s been years since I’ve seen him without his shirt off, and he’s grown. He’s even more muscular now than before. He’s simply bigger, more massive, more powerful. He’s a fully muscled man, his body hardened from countless workouts, but they’re not just glamour muscles. These are real muscles that do real work. Both on the football field and off. I know from reading about his training program online that he works out both in the gym and also in other more creative ways, like chopping wood, dragging piles of wood, flipping old tires, those sorts of really manly things that people used to do out of necessity, before fancy gyms with weights and clean walls. As a physical therapist, I know that this actually has a lot of merit to it, no matter how strange the idea seems.

But I can’t think about this now, because I’m so turned on… His torso seems to shimmer in the humidity. His shoulder muscles are massive and chiseled. His abs are at least a six pack, if not more, but I don’t have time to count them, those beautiful little indents that line his stomach.

He approaches me, and before he gets to me, I pull him towards me.

His strong arms reach around me and he places his big rough hands on my back.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whisper at him.

“Me too,” he says.

I don’t ask him why he never contacted me. No, this isn’t the time. If I want this to work out, I’ll have to bring that up later. Much later.

I adjust the straps of my dress, pushing them down my shoulders, and I let my dress fall down to my feet where it piles up.

“That’s more like it,” says Dan, gazing down at me appreciatively. “I never forgot how beautiful you are naked.”

“Same goes for me,” I say. And it’s true. I can’t think of how many times I fantasized about him, about his naked body on top of me, his thick cock penetrating me over and over again.

“Let’s go for a swim,” I say.

“Let’s wait until after,” says Dan, kissing me again.

We’re on the deck to the pool, which is completely dry.

The moonlight is coming in through the windows and reflecting in the pool. I never thought I’d say it, but he indoor pool looks beautiful, simply romantic and heavenly.

There’s a cot that doubles as a massage table over to the side that I’ve never used much.

“Come here,” I say to Dan, pulling him along towards the cot.

It feels strange to be doing this in such a big room, a room that would usually be filled with people, provided I had a thriving practice, or if the pool was used as a community pool.

But we’re the only ones here, completely alone in the moonlight, near the warm water that heats the air around us.

We’re making out heavily, and my hands reach into his boxers for his cock, which is a slab of rock hard flesh, just waiting to penetrate me. I wrap my small hand around it and tug ever so lightly, pulling my fist from the base of his cock towards the massive head. I add a little more pressure, tightening my grip ever so slightly. I can hear Dan’s breathing change as he becomes more breathless.

Dan’s hands are on my breasts, with a light touch. It feels so good that I almost become breathless instantly, my eyes instinctively closing and my head tilting up towards the ceiling, exposing my long neck to him.

He seizes the opportunity and kisses me gently on my neck. Now he kisses my earlobe, and runs his tongue down along my neck. I can feel his hot and rapid breath on my neck.

I’m not shivering at all because of how warm the air is. It feels sultry, as if we’re on a tropical beach somewhere far, far away, rather than in ice cold Pennsylvania, where the winds blow and the sky has been grey for a week, if not a month.

With deft fingers behind my back, Dan unhooks my bra in a single motion, and it falls away from me.

His hands work along my naked breasts, tracing them, outlining them, cupping them, and massaging them.

He lowers his head, bringing it to my breasts, and takes my left nipple between his lips.

I moan involuntarily, and he kisses my neck again, bringing his chiseled face up from my breasts. His hands remain cupped under my breasts.

I’m almost naked, but the air is warm with hot humidity from the pool.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” says Dan, his voice barely above a growl. “I need to have you.”

“I need you too, Dan,” I say, breathless. There are so many things I want to tell him. I want to tell him that he’s my daughter’s father, that I wanted to contact him for so long. I want to tell him how scared I was, how much that night meant to me. I want to tell him how hard it’s been for me, and how much I need a man in my life, not just any man, but him, Dan, the father of my daughter.

Dan’s hands are around my hips and he picks me up with ease and places me on the cot, which is cushioned well. I nod at him, and we look each other directly in our eyes. His pupils are wide, and I can see the lust he has for me deep in his eyes.

His strong hands are on my legs, running up and down them. I still have my panties on.

Dan pushes my legs apart gently. I can feel his muscles working.

Now, he puts his fingers underneath the band of my panties, and pulls them down so that they’re below my hips.

Dan growls, realizing he’s made a slight error, and pushes my knees back together, so that he can pull my panties all the way off, all the way down to my ankles, and then off. Now I’m completely naked.

Dan kicks his boxers off completely, and I see his massive cock jutting out towards me, thick and throbbing. I’d forgotten how solid it was, how incredibly massive it is, how big and bulging the head is.

He leans down and licks me along my inner thighs, running his tongue all the way up.

His tongue connects with me and licks me gently, ever so gently, but his tongue is rough and I’m aware of every single inch of it, of this intimate part of him. There’s nothing as intimate as having a man lick you so gently…

I gasp in pleasure as he continues to lick me. Soon, the waves of pleasure are coursing through me. He’s using his tongue in a way that I remember, but he’s refined his technique. He’s more of a man now, and he’s better, more skilled, and more sure of himself, if that’s even possible.

“Oh, Dan,” I say, moaning, my head tilting back, my eyes closing. I put my hands on his head, running them through his hair, as I pull his head farther down into me. His tongue keeps working away, and soon I’m approaching orgasm.

It bursts through me like sunshine, like happiness coursing through my body, filling my chest, my solar plexus, running all the way down to the tips of my toes and up to the top of my head.

I’m still gasping but I manage to say, “I need your cock, Dan.”

“I need you,” growls Dan.

Still standing, with me still sitting, Dan spreads my legs even further with his hands, holding them up into the air.

His cock is pointed at me and he approaches me slowly. Gingerly, he easily drags me on my butt towards the very edge of the cot so that my pussy is only an inch away from his throbbing cock.

The head of his cock comes into contact with me, and I moan just from this very slight contact.

“You on the pill?” says Dan.

I shake my head. I haven’t been with anyone in so long there’s no need for me to be on the pill.

“Just in case,” says Dan, reaching down and taking a condom from his pants pocket.

“You came prepared,” I say, my voice heavy with the sounds of my breathing.

Dan winks at me and the condom is undone in a flash and on his cock.

“It looks hot in a condom,” I say.

And it’s true. His cock can’t be diminished at all in its hotness, whether or not you put a rubber on it, or, more accurately, a thin piece of latex.

The last time we were together flashes through my mind. The condom broke… didn’t it? That’s why I have Scout now, the joy of my life. I’m glad the condom broke. I’ve never been more glad about anything in my life.

Dan’s eyes don’t leave mine as he plunges his cock slowly into me.

It goes in deep and slow. I gasp as I swallow up the whole girthy length of his immense cock. The base is thick and it comes in, all the way to the point where nothing more can come in, nothing at all…

“You feel so good inside me,” I say, gasping for breath.

“I love being inside you,” growls Dan.

He’s completely on his first slow stroke now. He fucks me slowly, in the standing up position, his hands on my legs.

“I want you on top of me,” I say. “I want to feel your body close to mine.”

Dan pulls out his cock and I instantly long for it again, long for it inside me. I’ve never been so hungry for anything in my life, never been so completely desiring of anything. It’s all I can think about.

I lie back on the cot, which is surprisingly soft and comfortable. I lay my legs out flat.

Dan gets onto the cot, which makes a sound with his massive football player muscular weight.

He’s on top of me, pressing his torso down onto me. His skin is warm to the touch, and feels wonderful against me, against my breasts, my stomach.

His hands are around my face, cupping it, and he kisses me, a long and delicious kiss.

Dan’s cock plunges into me once again. He’s pumping into me now, a little bit faster, and I’m moaning with the pleasure.

The lights are still off, but with the moonlight, I can see his face, and I can see him gazing into my eyes. His hands are around me, on my breasts, and on the cot, bracing himself, as he begins to fuck me faster and faster.

I’m moaning with the pleasure. He fills me up completely. It’s been so, so long since I’ve had sex, and I’ve certainly never had sex like this before. Nothing has ever compared to the pleasure I’m feeling.

I can’t believe that it’s Dan, Dan inside me again, his massive cock filling me up. I can barely believe that he wants me, that he longs so much for me, that he desires me so much he wants to sink his cock deep into me.

“You feel so good, baby,” growls Dan, as he swings his hips and stabs me again with his massive cock.

“I love having you inside me,” I moan, and I bite him lightly on his neck.

Dan pushes his body harder against mine and starts really pounding into me.

“I can’t resist any longer,” he growls. “I need you and I need you now.”

“You already have me,” I say, moans escaping from my mouth.

“I need more of you,” growls Dan, his voice deep and throaty, powerful and sexy, simply strong.

He jams his cock into me with greater force and I cry out. He’s pumping into me fast now, fucking me with all his might, really throwing all his huge manly force behind each thrust of his thick cock.

“Oh yeah, baby,” growls Dan, a look of pure concentration and desire on his face. “That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

I nod my head and whimper. “That feels good,” I cry out. “Harder, Dan. Faster. I need your cock so much…”

He doesn’t disappoint, not in the least bit.

His weight is completely pressed into me now. He’s not supporting himself with his hands, but instead just letting his huge body rest against mine. He’s holding onto the tops of my shoulders with his strong hands so that he can have some leverage to fuck me harder and even faster.

“I want to take you from behind,” growls Dan.

He helps me flip over, and now my breasts are pressed into the cot. His weight comes on top of me from behind and it feels good, oh so good.

I feel safe with his weight all around me, his strong body protecting me from the outside world. The air is hot and Dan’s body is hot, practically on fire, his muscles working just as they would on the football field, probably even harder. He uses all his energy to pound his cock into me.

He penetrates me again, from behind. His cock hits the walls of my pussy in a different way, filling me from a different angle.

He’s hitting that mythical G-spot that I’ve never experienced. But, let me tell you, once you feel it like I do, you’ll know it. Oh, you’ll know it.

I gasp with the pleasure.

I think I’m screaming, but I’m not sure.

The orgasm is starting. I’m starting to come, with the feeling rising from his cock and rushing through my body, up to my solar plexus, through my stomach.

I’m gasping, with my face pushing down into the cot. Dan turns my head with his strong hands and kisses me deeply on the mouth.

In this instant, I come, the orgasm ripping through me like a tornado.

I cry out. My vision is blurry, especially around the edges. I close my eyes and see a cascade of colors swishing through my mind’s eye. This is the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt.

Dan doesn’t stop pounding into me, not even for a moment.

He’s grunting savagely as he fucks me. “I’m going to come,” he growls, towards the tail end of my powerful orgasm.

“Give me your cock,” I say. “I want it in my mouth.”

Dan gets off me and we change positions again. He’s got his feet back on the pool deck, and I crouch on my hands and knees on the cot, right at his cock level. I pull my mouth down and he inserts his cock between my lips, which I squeeze tightly.

Dan is panting and I can feel his hot breath on me as he leans down and kisses me on my neck, his abs rippling as he does so.

His cock is impossibly swollen, the head impossibly large. I feel like I can almost taste and smell his come, even though it hasn’t come out yet. His cock seems to be throbbing, in complete need of release, the lust and tension built up to the absolute limits.

I taste his cock and it’s musky manliness, a strangely sweet taste. It’s been so long since I’ve had his thick cock in my mouth. It completely fills me up.

I purse my lips to create more tension, and use my tongue to swish around his cock. Dan groans and I get pleasure in giving him pleasure.

He’s bucking his hips slightly, thrusting his cock very slowly in and out of my mouth, and at the same time I’m bobbing my head, running my mouth up and down around his shaft, my hair flowing messily around his cock.

With one hand, I grab the base of his cock and squeeze, wrapping my delicate fingers in a fist around the thickness of his shaft.

Dan groans again. “That feels good, baby,” he growls.

Dan’s fucking my mouth harder now, faster, and I just keep my head in place as he shoves his cock into me.

“Oh yeah,” growls Dan, his voice full of manly pleasure, masculine satisfaction.

My own orgasm is over, with the afterglow still making me feel tingly and warm, but I’ve never wanted someone else to come as much as I want Dan to right now. Our bodies feel connected in a way that I haven’t felt before.

I’m pumping his cock with my fist and he’s thrusting into my fist and my mouth. His cock starts to pulsate and I know that he’s about to come. He’s grunting.

I remove my mouth from his cock and Dan growls with appreciation as he looks down at my face and cups one of his big powerful hands under the side of my jaw.

The condom is already off, but I didn’t notice that he’d taken if off right after taking it out and putting it inside my mouth. I guess I noticed, but not in the normal way. Now I’m fully aware of his cock’s naked flesh and I watch as his hand moves in a blur across his cock.

His cock erupts, vibrating, as his come shoots out of it, onto part of my face.

I want to drink it all up. What was once a seemingly disgusting substance now seems like the most delicious thing in the whole world. I want to drink it all down, but not a drop gets into my mouth.

I run my tongue over my lips and taste just a drop of it, a delicious and sweet substance, somewhat salty with Dan’s manliness.

He’s gazing down at me, like I’m the most beautiful creature in the whole world, his eyes and pupils large, his muscular chest rising and falling as he pants with the exertion of having just orgasmed.

“Come here, baby,” I say, pulling him down towards me on the cot. “It’s been so long.”

We get into the spoon position, with him around me. I feel safe, with his muscular body wrapped around mine. His half hard cock is pushed up against my ass and I can feel it as it shrinks slightly from minute to minute.

“It’s been so long,” says Dan, whispering from behind into my ear. “Why?”

The words seem to have come out with some great effort. I can tell he was thinking about asking me, about asking me what happened, why I never called him, why I never contacted him at all.

The words seem to hang heavy in the air for a very long minute before I manage to open my mouth to answer.

“I don’t know what happened,” I say. “I’m sorry, Dan. I’ve thought about you for so long. That night was important to me in ways that you couldn’t have imagined…”

I can’t tell him… But I should tell him. I have to tell him. I have to tell him about Scout, his daughter. Our daughter. But there’s no way I can do it. After all, even if he can forgive me for not talking to him, not calling him back, there’s still no way he can forgive me for not telling him that we had a daughter together. There’s no way someone could overcome that. I did a horrible thing, and now I’m forced to do another horrible thing by not telling him…

“It’s OK, baby,” says Dan, his voice soft and sweet, and a pang of guilt hits me in my stomach like a ton of bricks. “It’s going to be OK. It’s OK. I understand that things were really hard with your dad and everything…”

His voice hangs sweet in the air, and the guilt hangs heavy in my body.

“Want to go swimming after all?” says Dan.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” I say.

Dan starts laughing, a loud and raucous laugh that echoes through the whole empty swimming pool that’s lit just with the moonlight.

The air is still soft and moist, warm and comforting, enveloping our two naked bodies on the cot.

“I guess I don’t really need one,” I say, which only makes Dan laugh even harder.

“Come on,” he says. “You’re going swimming swimsuit or not.”

He takes me in his arms, picking me up easily from the cot, as if I was a doll, and takes me to the pool.

“Don’t throw me in,” I cry out, laughing as he pretends to throw me into the pool. But he doesn’t. I knew all along he wouldn’t throw me, even though it would be easy for him with his immense and powerful body.

“Come on,” says Dan, putting me down on my feet on the side of the pool.

With a jump, Dan executes a practiced dive into the pool, barely making any splash.

“Impressive,” I say, when he appears again above water, having swum under water the entire width of the pool.

“Come on in,” cries out Dan. “It’s warm.”

“I bet it is,” I say, and I dive in myself.

It’s been so long since I’ve swum for fun, that I almost completely forget how to do it. Most of my time in the pool, I’m helping injured and elderly people recuperate basic functions. I never get any time for myself in the pool. Then again, I never really get much time to myself these days. I haven’t for the last five years at least. Even before that, I was spending all my time taking care of my dad. That one night with Dan six years ago was one of the times I’ve felt the freest in my recent memory. And now that feeling is coming back to me.

I dive in, hitting the water pretty well for not having practiced diving in over ten years at least.

“Whoo hoo,” yells out Dan, laughing. “Look who’s an expert swimmer.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, swimming easily over to him with a lazy freestyle, keeping my head above the water so that I can look at him, admiring his masculine beauty in the moonlight that reflects off the water.

We’re both treading water and Dan leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back, cupping my hands around his head, using only my feet to tread water. I try to say so many things in the kiss that I can’t tell Dan right now. Maybe someday. Maybe someday, I tell myself. But who knows when that day will come?