I was on a solo backpacking trip, I'd spent a few days in this small town and booked the overnight bus for that evening on to the next place. I wanted to spend the day by the pool, it was the rainy season, but the sun was out today and I planned to make the most of it. The cheap backpacker hostel I was staying in didn't have a pool, so I went to the fanciest hotel in town and managed to sneak into theirs... naughty, naughty! 

As it was the off-season, the place was dead. There was only one other person at the pool, a handsome Italian man in his forties, who was doing lengths. I slipped off my clothes, till I was just in my bikini, which barely covered my large breasts, and dived into the water. I began swimming up and down. Each time I passed the Italian man, our eyes would meet, lingering... eventually we both stopped, treading water. 

He spoke first. "How long are you staying here? "

"My bus leaves tonight, actually," I replied. 

"But you can change your bus, no?"

"I guess I could..."

"Good. Because I must make love to you."

Wow! I had never had a guy be so direct before. I felt like I should slap him for being so presumptuous... but my pussy said otherwise... I could feel myself getting warm and beginning to pulse down there.

Next thing I knew, he had pushed me up against the side of the pool and was pressing his body against mine. I could feel how hard his cock was as it moved against my hips. His lips brushed over mine and I felt his tongue move into my mouth. Fingers began to run down my slippery wet body. Before I knew it he had pushed aside my bikini top and my hard nipples were exposed, water lapping against them. I gasped and looked around to make sure no one was watching as he lowered his head and began to suck on them. His hands began to run over my lower hips and I felt his fingers teasing at my bikini bottoms. Before I could protest, he had slipped them aside and his fingers were inside me, exploring my wetness. I couldn't help but let out a long moan. Encouraged, he released his hard throbbing cock from his swimming trunks. I could see its large size underneath the rippling water. Moving towards me, he began to push the head up against my clit.

"We should go somewhere more private," I managed to gasp out.

But he just looked at me with a wicked smile, and my whole body began to pulsate so that I barely knew where I was. And then, with a thrust, he was inside me. I moaned with pleasure, my body shaking in ecstasy. The water lapped around us as he rhythmically thrust himself deep into my soaking wet, tight pussy. I tried to quell the shouts of pleasure that were slipping out of my lips unheeded, but as the sensations built I cared less and less who heard - or saw - me. With one final earth-shattering thrust, our bodies came together in a quivering climax.

After a moment, he slipped out of me. The pool water now laced with traces of both our juices. He pulled me out of the water, and we sheepishly sneaked off to his bedroom to dry off. 

Suffice to say, I did not get my bus that night, and instead spent the next couple of days in that luxury hotel, having passionate sex with that handsome stranger, until we both carried on with our separate travels.