He had gotten me up early to celebrate our new status as pool owners. We would be having guests later in the day for our first pool party, but he wanted us to have an inaugural swim first. I think he was a little annoyed that I still refused to swim.
He had sipped a cup of coffee and gone right out to the pool. He had jumped into the deep end and begun swimming laps before I'd even gotten outside. I had made a pitcher of fuzzy navels, which sat untouched on the table next to the carafe of coffee I'd brewed.
I sipped my coffee and watched him swim. It was a little too early for me to go into the pool, a little too cool in the early morning. I wore a white terry cloth robe over my naked body to keep out the chill.
After swimming what must have been twenty laps, he climbed out of the pool. The water droplets sparkled like diamonds in the light of the morning sun, and his bronze skin glowed like a golden god. I wrapped the towel around him and felt the firmness of his muscled chest and back as I helped him dry. Rubbing the towel down his body to dry him, I kissed his chest, stomach and thighs. .
Folding the towel, I put it on the ground at his feet and knelt in front of him. I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward to kiss his cock. Taking it in one hand, I rolled back his foreskin and uncovered the tip of his cock. I kissed him there, feeling the velvet softness against my lips as his cock became engorged in my hand. I could feel myself getting wet, and let my robe fall off my shoulders to the ground.