“Well, perhaps you should have been,” said Flipp primly, but her schoolmistressish tone soon mutated into a shriek as Rocky found his target, took a firm hold of her left calf and pulled her off the ledge.
Her screams were drowned by the water swirling overhead. She thrashed and fought Rocky’s hold on her, but he was far too strong, and he held her under the surface for half a minute before seizing her around the waist and bringing her up, sealing her panting, gasping mouth with a hot, wet kiss.
Their legs floated and rubbed against each other under the water until Rocky launched off, swimming to the other side of the pool with Flipp on his back as if she were riding a dolphin. At the end of the journey, Rocky flipped onto his back, floating with his passenger horizontal on top of him, a human air mattress.
“You aren’t cold, are you?” He rippled the water with his hands so that the stars and moon made glints on the ripples of the pool around him.
“A little bit,” Flipp confessed, shivering.
“We can’t have that.” Rocky moved to a vertical position again and he held her up in his arms, close and warm, kissing her again until she forgot all about temperatures and chills and other sensible things.
“Ever done it on a waterslide?” he muttered into her ear.
“What? Are you mad? That’s not even possible.”
“Oh, that’s the wrong thing to say to me.”
Chuckling devilishly, Rocky lifted Flipp out of the water and carried her over to the steps of the waterslide.
“Up you go,” he said, nudging her bare bottom.
“This is insane,” she said, but she began to climb, scampering up quickly when she noticed Rocky chasing behind her.
From the top of the slide, she could see the coloured neon lights of the entertainment complex, the dots of dark people milling about on the pathways, the quiet fields heading down to the sea.
“People will be able to see me,” she fussed.
“Not if you get down behind the screens.”
The top of the waterslide had painted wooden boards at either side to prevent falls. Flipp ducked, hoping Rocky was right.
He knelt behind her at the top of the ladder, edging her towards the blue plastic spiral that curled down to the pool.
“This can’t work.” She was giggling nervously now, hoping that Rocky was joking after all. But Rocky never joked about sex. If he said he was going to do something, he did it.
His arm clamped her about the waist, preventing untimely slippage, and he eased himself into a position in which she sat between his thighs, ready to slide. Instinctively, she leaned back, thinking that he was simply going to hurtle down to the water like that, the pair of them splashing mightily into the glassy calm. She felt his hard ridged cock prod the crease of her backside, but she presumed that would be dealt with later on in the tent.
“Ohh no,” she whimpered, finding herself firmly rotated by the hips until she knelt between Rocky’s legs facing him, grabbing his shoulders in panic at the thought of falling backwards down the chute.
He gave her a crooked grin and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Have a bit of faith in me, love,” he reproached. “I know what I’m doing.”
“You mean you’ve done this before?”
“No. I just know what I’m doing. Come on, now. That’s it.”
He held her by the cheeks of her arse, pulling her up and over his fat cock tip, letting her sink down until she was filled and impaled. She shifted her knees either side of his thighs, having only a little space for them between the powerful legs and the flat side boards. It wasn’t the most comfortable place she had ever shagged, and it was probably the most precarious, but that heady moment of being filled chased away her cautious reservations. She laid her head on Rocky’s shoulder and enjoyed the feeling of surrender, of absolution from responsibility he brought her. She was in his hands and she had nothing to think about but the satisfaction of their senses.
His first slow movements inside her made her sigh with relief as well as arousal. His long fingers were splayed across her backside, holding her tight, keeping her close and captive, with nowhere to run from his demanding cock. She had to concentrate hard on maintaining her balance and keeping below the obscuring boards that surrounded the slide, but once she found her stride, she was able to melt into the primal contact, their wet bodies slapping against each other while Rocky searched for the perfect angle inside Flipp’s warm and willing cunt.
“Anyone could be looking,” he growled into her ear. “Anyone could see your arse at the top of the slide and my cock pushing into you.”
Actually, this was not strictly true. The slide was a tube. The only way a glimpse of the lovers could be caught would have been from its foot, and as the pool area was deserted, this was unlikely to happen. But the idea excited Flipp, as it always did, and she began to rock a little harder, jiggling and pushing down so that her knees stuck to the damp plastic and the slide began to wobble just a little.
“Fuck,” gasped Rocky. “I can’t hold on much…” He spread Flipp’s bum cheeks apart, digging urgent fingertips into the soft inner flesh of the cheeks, opening her wider and wider. “When we get back to the tent, I’m having your arse,” he promised in a menacing whisper. Flipp’s G-spot scored a direct hit, and she began to whimper out a helpless climax.
“Hold tight, sweetheart.” Rocky’s heels gripped the plastic slope, yanking the pair of them forward. Flipp, connected at her most intimate spot to Rocky, found her orgasm take a startling turn as she was forced to crouch down on her lover’s supine form so as not to bang her head on the chute’s roof. Slowly at first, then with incremental whoosh, their bodies slid and rushed down into the blue dark while Flipp bit into Rocky’s shoulders to curb her screams, still experiencing the dying waves of her climax.