Jordan Pool Novels & Stories

Large flowering bushes had been planted around the perimeter of the pool, just high enough to guard against curious eyes, but low enough to leave the view of the ocean visible. I slid beneath the surface of the water, sighing as its coolness washed over my heated skin. I began to swim laps, reveling in the. chance to burn off some of my restless energy. To let my mind go blank so that i could just forget about Jordan , even just for a moment. When i reached the edge of the pool i gripped the cement lip, wiping the droplets of water from my face. “You swim well.” A sensual shiver shot through the length of my body. Would that voice never stop affecting me this way? Would i ever be able to jus

Some are swimming, some laying down on a inflatables, my drifting across the water and some are even paragliding. “This is awesome,” I manage to speak despite under the influence of my astonishment. My eyes are wide and I can feel my jaw barely intact “I told ya!” replies Jordan proudly “So...when do you plan on changing outfits?” My head jerk up abruptly. “What do you mean?” “You’re not planning to swim wearing that right?”

I broke into a light jog toward it. We stopped at a small pool of water, about the size of my small bathroom back at the Moonstone community. Jared stepped up beside me and peered into the water. “Through there?” he asked, sounding doubtful. “I think we can get through here,” I said. I lowered myself to my knees next to the pool, skimming the top of the water with my fingers before dipping my head under the surface. This gave me a better feel of the current. There was definitely a way out.

His long hair reached his shoulders which he tied up in a ponytail. He has a protruding eyeball, and a V- shaped jaw line. His nose pointed on a thin pinkish lips. He kept boxing the air bag, and though panting, he was still doing his exercise. His jogas were soaked in sweat but he persisted. An hour later, Jordan stepped out of his gym and went to have a swim in his pool. He would be leaving for Abuja, to see his mother and daughter. It's been quite a few months since he visited them, especially his daughter. She had sobbed, pleaded and made him promise to visit them and he agreed to come around that day.

“Whеrе I play Five A Sіdе, they have a kіdѕ tеаm thаt Jоrdаn іѕ оn, the раrеntѕ were ѕtrugglіng tо brіng ѕоmеоnе іn аftеr thе last guу lеft due to a bеrеаvеmеnt so I said I wоuld take оvеr the Wеdnеѕdау nіght trаіnіng.” “Hе’ѕ rеаllу gооd. I hope I саn bе juѕt as good аѕ him оnе dау,” Jоrdаn piped uр. Hе lооkеd on аt Jоеl аѕ ѕоmеоnе hе lооkеd up tо аnd thаt mаdе mе ѕmіlе.

Too close. I tried to pull away but he held me there, fingers relentless. “Come for me, little sis,” he growled right against my ear. “Let me feel this cunt squeeze my fingers again.” I came with a sharp cry, pussy spasming hard around his fingers, fresh wetness mixing with the pool water and the remnants of his earlier cum. My whole body shook as the orgasm ripped through me. Jordan didn’t give me a second to recover. He spun me around, bent me over the edge of the pool, and slammed his cock into me in one deep thrust.

Nothing is wrong. “Coming?” Jordan yelled from the pool. “Yeah.” I got out of my pants finally and walked back to the pool, wrapping my hands around my frame. Jordan had swum to the other edge, leaning on the wall, his eyes on me. I dipped my legs into the water through the small steps, feeling his gaze on me. This time, the water didn’t feel so good, and I began to move around slowly, swimming laps. Jordan started swimming as well. We didn't say anything to each other, just enjoying the silence, the water, and the starless skies. By some miracle - because trust me, there was no way I did that on purpose, really – I found myself by Jordan's side.

I was being pulled to the edge and then lifted — properly lifted, hands under my arms, hauled up and over the side and onto solid ground in one continuous motion that left me on my hands and knees on the pool deck coughing water out of my lungs. Everything was loud again. Music, voices, the specific sound of a crowd that has just watched something frightening. A towel landed around my shoulders. I looked up. Jordan was crouching in front of me with his jaw tight and his eyes checking my face. He hadn't jumped in. He had reached the pool edge a second too late. Someone else had gotten there first. I turned.