Jenny

“Bed or pool?” he says.

I don’t hesitate. “Let’s start with the pool.”

“Let’s get naked.”

He steps out of his pants and shoes and loses the shirt. I slide the dress off and kick my sandals to the corner.

“Nikos. The front door has been open all this time!” I say, closing it and laughing.

“Maybe the neighbors thought it was my parents getting freaky.”

He takes my hand and leads me through the house. I get a good look at his peach of an ass. Years of dancing have built a thing of beauty. I wolf whistle an appraisal. He turns to face me and walks backwards, not in the least shy about being stark-ass naked. Neither of us are. It’s impossible not to look at his cock. It’s not just that it’s visually perfect, but he knows how to use it. I’ve never been with a man who could move like Nikos does. He catches me peeking and shakes it for me, which makes us both laugh.

The setting sun is all pinks and oranges and has cast a magical glow over the backyard. Blue water waits to anoint us. But it’s Nikos who holds my attention.

What a body. Tight, solid, not an ounce of fat. Perfectly formed muscles make him look like an Italian statue beside the pool. The only difference is his cock is no tiny appendage like Michelangelo’s David. From head to toe, Nikos is a glorious testament to man.

While I assess his body, he’s appraising mine.

“Your body’s beautiful, Jenny.” He looks down. “You’ve even got pretty feet. Love the pink toes.”

I do a little pirouette for his pleasure. He takes hold of my hand and brings my body to his. An arm goes around my waist and a hand slides down, exploring the curve of my back, the roundness of my cheeks.

“You don’t think we’re finished yet, do you?” He slaps my ass.

“Ow!”

“Come on!”

He takes a running dive into the pool, so smoothly there’s barely a splash. His head breaks the surface of the water and he flips over and floats. I’m already to the diving rock.

“Alright! Let’s see what you’ve got!” he calls.

I climb to the top of the huge boulder and stand tall, looking at the object of my desire. “I’ve got two of these…” I run my index fingers around my boobs. He whistles. “And one of these…” I turn around and stick my ass out. His hand disappears under the water.

“Are you doing something naughty under there?”

“Come look.” He smiles mischievously.” I’ve got something for you.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I dive off the rock and aim for the misbehaving naked god in the pool. Underwater, my eyes open and see Nikos’s legs up ahead. He spreads them, but I don’t swim through. Instead I rise up in front of him, skimming his body with mine. His cock is hard again.

He takes me in his embrace and we kiss. This time it’s different than in the hallway. We take our time. His lips. God. Nikos knows how a woman wants to be kissed. We fall to the water and float, he on his back, me on top of him. I’m held up with little effort.

His arms paddle us to the shallow end, where he sits me on the rounded edge of the pool. He stands in the water, his blue eyes twinkling. There are no words between us, just his hands pulling me to the very edge and spreading my legs. Is this real?

Palms on cement, I lean back, close my eyes and wait. The first sensation is like a shock. No hands. They’re on either side of my body. It’s his tongue barely connecting with my skin. But it’s in the perfect spot. He’s gently licking the top of my lips, where my clit lies hidden. Electrifying. My body lifts toward his mouth.

I want him to devour me and at the same time I hope he makes this last as long as possible. Now his tongue runs the length of my lips and enters when he reaches the bottom. Not in as far as he could be, but definitely in. He lifts it slowly toward the mother lode and I feel myself getting wet. A sound involuntarily leaves my mouth. He’s making me moan.

When he gets to the hood, he wiggles his tongue in a way I’ve never felt before. Like it’s hooked up to a battery. Oh, my sweet Lord! I feel his hands parting me. Then his mouth taking its claim. His tongue inside me, his lips kissing mine. How much more of this can I take?

As if he can read my mind, he stops and waits till my eyes open. He’s looking at me and his mouth is wet with my juices.

“Wanna come for me?”

I lift my pussy to him in response. Without breaking eye contact he lifts his hand for me to see and crooks his middle finger back and forth. Ohhhhhh. I feel the deep pinch of arousal.

He uses one hand to open me and the other to lift that middle finger inside. I want to fuck the hell out of that finger. I feel like an animal unaware of anything but how this feels. Then it begins. He flexes it toward him, as if he’s calling me to come. As if he’s calling my cum.

It takes only a little while for that to happen.

My legs shake with the explosion inside me. It’s so deep and strong, I have to lie back. My pelvis rises again and again pushing against his finger, until the orgasm begins to subside.

I sit up. The look on his face is saying so much more than words would ever say. Lacing his fingers in mine, he pulls me into the water. The cool sensation against my hot skin and throbbing cunt is glorious. I wrap myself around him, legs, arms, my head on his shoulder. There’s no need for praise. We both know.

He lies back and I roll off his body. We’re floating.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he says.

I right myself and swim next to him. “Is it attached to your body?”

He starts laughing and takes in a bit of pool water. He rights himself and coughs.

“You okay?” I say.

“Yeah. Come with me.”

Taking my hand, he guides me up the steps and out of the pool. I shiver with the breeze and he wraps himself around me.

“You’ll be warm soon. Remember you told me that your favorite romantic film was Dirty Dancing? And you knew all the steps?”

I pull away to look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” I say with trepidation.

“We’re gonna dance it naked.”

He takes me in his arms and leads me effortlessly around the patio. I try to follow as best I can, trying not to look at his feet. But really, what do I care as long as he’s holding me like this?

“That’s perfect, Jenny. I knew you’d be good. We just did a little salsa and that’s half the dance.”

I start laughing. “What! I’m not a dancer.”

“I’ll lead you. It’s simple. So you’ll be secure, we’ll practice the jump in the pool first. Then we can do it on land. You told me you liked that part best.”

I get a scared feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Oh no, Nikos! You mean we’re gonna do the running and jumping into your arms part too?”

His smile tells me I’m right.

“No. I’ll hurt you. I’ll ram into you, or trip, or poke your eye out. We can’t do that,” I protest with every reasonable excuse.

“I’m a professional dancer, Jenny. I know how to lift a woman and how to steady myself if she’s a little shaky. Come on. I want to dance with you.”

Oh, he says it so sweetly and I melt a little with the words. Maybe he’s right.

“Where are we going to do this?” I say.

His face lights with enthusiasm.

“Right here! That way if, and that’s a big if, we lose our balance, I can toss you in the water. We can both fall in.”

My shoulders drop in protest, but my heart soars with the image of us recreating the most romantic dance I’ve ever seen. Nikos was paying attention when we talked. He wants to please me.

“Let me start the music, and we’ll begin with a practice,” he says as if he’s talking with a professional. “You said you’ve watched the dance a hundred times so you have some sense of what we’re going for. Get in the pool.”

“Me and my big mouth.”

I make my way back to the stairs and into the water. He walks to his cell attached to the speakers under the loggia and finds the song. It begins. The volume and Bill Medley’s voice rises.

“Alright, Baby. Let’s dance,” he says using the movie character’s name.

I didn’t think this day could get any better. I was wrong. He jumps in the pool and swims to my side.

“Listen to the music. Feel it. Relax.” He takes my hands. “Okay. I’m going to move in front of you. Whenever you’re ready, just step toward me, bend your knees, push off and spread your arms in the air. Keep them still and shoulder height. I’ll lift you in the air.”

“Want me to pat my head and rub my stomach while I’m at it? Oh shiiiiit. I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of screwing up! I might pee on your head or something. I don’t know!”

He laughs out loud. “Pee on my head? That would be a first. But I’ve heard some men like that.”

“I’m serious!”

“I’m going to pick you up by the hips, the boniest part of the hip, and press you right up in the air. You’re maybe a hundred and ten pounds wet. Trust me.”

I look into his blue eyes and know he wants to do this for me as much as I want to make it happen.

“Okay. I do.”

He moves just a foot away and stands facing me. The shallow end works great. If I miss or go over his back, it’s just water I’ll land in. We’re far enough away from the edge not to worry.

“Ready?” he says.

“Ready.”

I wait.

“What are you waiting for, Jenny?”

“I need a count. Shall I go on three?”

He’s holding back a laugh. “Just jump. I’ll catch you.”

“Alright. Here I go.”

I lift my arms above the water and hold them shoulder height. My fingers are splayed just like Jennifer Grey’s were in the movie. I try to remember as much as I can about her part in the dance. With a bend of my knees and a step forward, I push myself off the bottom of the pool. Before I can think about it, Nikos has lifted me above his head, as if I were as light as a child. I look straight ahead, back arched, arms and legs steady, toes pointed. I’m naked and my pussy is directly over his head. But I hold my line.

“I’m up! I’m up, Nikos!”

“I know. I’m holding you. Good job!”

Then he tosses me over his head into the water.

When I surface he’s there with a kiss. We roll in the water like two happy otters.

“See! That was easy, right? And you did it beautifully.”

“I’m happy you talked me into it. I was perfect, right?”

He kisses me and cradles my head in his hand. Those blue eyes stare into mine. “Yes, Jenny. You’re perfect.”

Now something north of my genitalia is beating. It’s my heart.

One more kiss and he releases the hold. “Okay, let’s get to it.”

He leads the way out of the water and onto dry land. He must have the soundtrack downloaded onto a playlist because it’s moved on to “She’s Like the Wind”.

“Let me start the song again and we’ll begin. We’re going to start with Baby standing there when Johnny walks out on stage. Got it?”

Oh Jesus. I’m petrified and thrilled all at the same time. “Got it.”

“Okay, here goes.”

He reboots the song and takes his place off to my right. My head is turned looking into his eyes as Bill Medley sings about the time of his life.

Nikos saunters toward me, calling me with his crooked finger. He takes me around the waist and turns me to face him. We hold on each other for a tender moment and then he dips me backwards. I lean my head back with the smooth movement.

Turning around with my back to him, he lifts my arm and I let it fall passionately against his neck, my hand resting on the side of his face. He runs a hand down my arm and over the side of my breast. Then he spins me out and back in again.

My foot sticks on the tile, and there’s a momentary hiccup. But Nikos pays no attention. He takes me in his arms and we salsa and cha cha to the music, in our own variation of the dance. I’m remembering more than I gave myself credit for. Hey, I’m not half bad. He brings me to him. We pause and take in the moment for a few beats on “this could be love.” It’s the time of my life, no doubt.

Back in his arms he picks me up and twirls me around off the ground, holding on to my waist. I split my legs open and in my mind, we look just like Swayze and Grey. When he puts me down I get a kiss on the hand and a look that says something wonderful is happening.

He leaves me and runs to the sturdy iron chair next to the big wooden table under the loggia. It’s looks effortless as he climbs from one to the other. In a perfect display of his art, he jumps off the table then does a triple spin in the air! Oh my God! Naked dancing is the best thing ever! I get a kiss to both hands and then he moves sensually to the edge of the pool and turns back toward me.

When we hear this must be love, he stops dancing and locks eyes with me. He nods. I nod. I take a running start. One step away from my big moment, I trip on my own feet, and not only ram my head into his crotch with the full force of my body, but knock him over onto the concrete, where I land on top of him. I hear a scary sounding loud crack and then his painful cry. I quickly roll off.

“Son of a bitch!” He’s grimacing in pain, holding his balls with one hand while the other arm is lifted in the air. With his eyes squeezed tight, tears stream down his face. Oh oh.

“Oh my God! Nikos, I’m so sorry! What’s hurting?” I try to assess his injury, but he just ignores the question and curls into the fetal position. Above, the first firework explodes.