"Internet service provider. Head of customer service." Even saying it out loud made my headache threaten to return.
He winced sympathetically. "Brutal. Everyone hates their internet company."
"Tell me about it."
We fell into an easy silence, the kind that felt comfortable rather than awkward. I found myself stealing glances at him. He wasn't conventionally handsome, but there was something magnetic about him, a confidence that came from knowing exactly who he was.
“You’re very handsome,” he said, sliding a bit closer.
“Thanks,” I replied, loving the attention. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Would you… like me to rub your shoulders?” he asked, his dark eyes fixed on me.
“That would be great.” I nodded, the idea of his hands on my tense muscles suddenly the only thing I wanted in the world. "Please."
He moved behind me, his hands finding my shoulders with practiced ease. His thumbs dug into the knots that had formed at the base of my neck, and I had to bite back a moan. It was part pain, part relief, and wholly intoxicating.
"Jesus, you're tight," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "When was the last time someone touched you like this?"
I tried to remember and couldn't. "It’s been way too long."
His fingers worked their magic, breaking down months of tension with methodical pressure. I leaned into his touch, letting my head fall forward as he worked down my spine. The water lapped around us, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
As his hands moved down, he got closer. Eventually he wrapped his arms around me, massaging my chest and teasing my nipples. I felt his hard, thick cock pressed against my lower back, throbbing under the water. Between that and the massage, I was hard too.
“Can I suck you off?” the man asked, his lips against my ear.
My breath caught in my throat. The directness of his question, combined with the feeling of his thick cock pressed against me and his hands still working my chest, sent a jolt of pure need through my body.
"God, yes," I whispered, surprised by how desperate I sounded.
He chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest against my back. "Good. I've been watching you since you got in the water. You look like you need to let go."
He was right. I needed this more than I'd realized. Not just the physical release, but the surrender of control. For once, I didn't have to make decisions or solve problems or manage anyone's expectations. I could just be here, in this moment, letting someone else take charge.
His hands slid down my torso, fingers trailing through the hair on my chest before finding my hard cock beneath the water. I gasped as he wrapped his fist around me, stroking slowly while his other hand continued to tease my nipple.
"That's it," he murmured against my neck. "Just let me take care of you."
I closed my eyes and sank into the sensation. His touch was confident, experienced. He knew exactly how to work me, alternating between firm strokes and teasing touches that had me trembling. Around us, I was vaguely aware of other conversations, other bodies moving through the water, but they felt distant and unimportant.
"Come on," he said, releasing me and standing. Water cascaded off his body, and I got my first full look at him. He was built like a man who'd taken care of himself, not gym-sculpted, but solid and strong. His cock jutted proudly from a nest of dark hair, thick and cut, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water.
I followed him to the edge of the pool, my legs unsteady from both the heat and arousal. I sat on the warm tile, spreading my legs so he could position himself between them in the shallow end.
"Take your time," I said, running my fingers through his hair. "No rush."
He smiled up at me, his hands resting on my thighs. "I plan to." His fingers traced patterns on my skin as he studied my face. "You have beautiful eyes. They're tired, but beautiful."
The compliment caught me off guard. In the corporate world, no one looked at me long enough to notice my eyes, let alone comment on them. Here, with this stranger whose name I didn't even know, I felt seen in a way I'd forgotten was possible.
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. The gentle contact sent shivers up my spine. His mouth was warm and wet, and when he looked up at me through dark lashes, I felt something shift inside my chest.
"What's your name?" I asked, suddenly feeling like I should know.
"Does it matter?" He kissed higher up my thigh, his stubble scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin.
"I guess not," I breathed, but part of me wanted to know anyway. I wanted something to anchor this moment, to make it more than just anonymous release.
