The resort was always deserted at this time of year. Not the best time for her to top up her wages with tips but then she was happy sitting in the cafe bar with her book doing not very much. There was just the one person in there having a coffee. He was a regular who clearly had the inside track on when the quiet times were as he always came then. Did he get a lower rate somehow? Perhaps he just liked the peace and quiet? She realised she didn't even know his name. He was always polite and respectful and they talked about what she was reading and how her studies were going.

He closed the cover of his tablet and glanced at the clock. It was late. He ought to leave so the poor girl could close up. He looked at her sitting alone on her stool engrossed in her reading. Occasional emotion flickering across her face, a slight smile, a lick of her lips. Would she come over to him once more to clear up? She was so graceful when she did. Her pleated knee length skirt flowing around her as she walked, her delicate wrists deftly gathering everything up with never a drop spilled. He rose to leave.

He was leaving. As he passed she smiled at him and said goodbye. His legs were muscular below his shorts and his tshirt clung to him. She realised she was looking forward to when he returned next. Quickly she cleared the tables and balanced the till. Looking at her watch she decided to allow herself a treat.

He walked past the entrance to the pool. What time did it close? There was no sign so he went inside. The lights were on but nobody was there. Not surprising - he'd only seen one other person all day other than the waitress. He wondered just how much the place had lost catering for two people all day. He looked across the room. The small walk in pool wasn't much use for exercising in but there was a jacuzzi area in one corner which was pleasant. He carried his bag to the cubicle and took out his towel cursing lightly as he realised he hadn't got his trunks - still drying in his room. He considered going up for them but time was moving on. He doubted anyone else was going to come for a swim at this hour so he simply slipped off his clothes, wrapped his towel around himself and went to the jacuzzi area. Once there he dropped the towel on a lounger and slipped into the water. He pressed the button to activate the bubbles and sank backwards.

She looked again at her watch. It was late enough now and everyone had left. She walked into the pool area but rather than going into the main space took out a key and opened a cupboard in the corridor. She flicked two switches inside.

The bubbles stopped. He reached for the button and pressed it but there was no response. Opening his eyes he realised that some of the lights had gone off. It must be closing time. He braced himself to get out of the jacuzzi and grab his towel when she came in. He froze. His towel was out of reach on the lounger and he was suddenly very aware of being naked. But she hadn't seen him - between the low light and the pot plant next to the jacuzzi he was obscured. He just had to wait until she left and then slip out.

All she could hear was the slight lapping of the water and the hum of the filtration system. She lifted her bag onto a bench and took out her change of clothes for travelling home. The sweatshirt and leggings were a far cry from the clothes they made her wear here but there was one thing about the uniform that she loved. She took off her shoes and put one foot into the water followed gently by the other. She felt the warm liquid cover her feet, swelling between her toes and over her ankles. Slowly she walked deeper down the slope, a small current left behind as her shins broke the surface.

What was she doing? She seemed to be lost in a dream getting further and further into the water until it threatened the hem of her skirt. Should he say something? "Sorry, I'm actually here, naked in the hottub. Could you pass me my towel?" Surely she would leave in a minute? But she didn't. The water took the bottom of her skirt but she kept going letting it drag behind her. Walking deeper into the pool until she was submerged up to her waist still in her reverie, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. Was she trying to drown herself? Should he stop her?

She felt the water now warming her thighs and slowly permeating her knickers in the way she loved. It touched on her stomach and she knew her blouse was getting wet out of sight below the surface. Watery hands wrapped around her body with a soothing caress. She sank slowly straight down into the water, again feeling the wetness find its way through the cotton of the blouse and start to soak her bra. As she sank deeper it hit skin directly, cooler now, pouring down the inside of her blouse. She felt the end of her tied back hair become heavy but stopped as the water got to her chin. She stayed there for a moment enjoying the slight weightlessness before rising up and turning round.

She seemed to have changed her mind now. She was walking out of the water, her blouse clinging to her back revealing the straps of her bra. Her usual flowing skirt now wrapped itself around her hips and thighs. She walked in her usual elegant way but the wet clothes revealed a sway he hadn't been able to see before, an exquisite curve to her behind with clearly visible dark underwear framing her buttocks. He knew he shouldn't, in fact there was nothing right about this whole situation, but inwardly he urged her to turn back towards him so he could see the curve of her breasts revealed in the same way. She stopped - had she sensed him? Had he made a noise? He heard his heart pumping in his ears as he silently lowered himself further into the water. She put her head back, the wet strands of her long hair clinging to her back.

This was the feeling she loved. The wet clothes clinging to her skin, droplets of water running down her thighs and inside her shirt. Liberating, exhilarating, that thrill of breaking the norm. She ran both hands down the inside of her thighs, pushing the wet material of her skirt round the back of her legs, then moved her right hand up to her crotch, shuddering slightly as if touched by a lover. Her left hand moved up to her breasts and across, holding them together. She bit her lip slightly and turned her head to the left. Pressing her right hand more firmly against the layers of wet cotton she opened her eyes.

She was looking straight at him. Had she seen him? Her face was alive with an inner fire as she looked at him side on. She turned and faced him, dropping her arms. He could see the shape of her dark coloured bra now through the sodden blouse. Her breasts were fuller than he'd imagined, rising up and down as she breathed heavily. He met her gaze for a moment, still unsure if she could see him. Then she smiled.

It was him. How long had he been there? The whole time of course. He seemed hypnotised by her, frozen like a caught deer. She considered leaving but standing there in her wet clothes she knew what she wanted to do. She raised a hand and beckoned him. Immediately he rose up and walked into the main pool. As he approached her like a sailor to a siren she realised he was naked. She walked towards him and they met as the water reached his hips.

He put his hands on her wet skirt and ran them up to her waist. Her face lit by the low light rippling on the water was irresistible. He kissed her and pulled her towards him, feeling her breasts press against his wet chest. He ran a hand down the curve of her behind and felt her grab him in return and pull him to her. The kiss ended and he looked into her eyes. As she met his gaze she sank once again down into the water.

She took his cock in one hand and felt it harden fully. The water lapped on her chin as he broke the surface. She put her lips round the curved tip and lowered her face into the water as he slid further into her mouth. His hands caressed her hair as she felt him fill her mouth, hot and hard. She came up for air running her tongue up the side of him. Blinking away the water from her eyes she looked up at his face. He lifted her up and kissed her again, his hand finding her breast and squeezing gently. Then he led her towards the jacuzzi where he had been concealed.

He led her by the hand and helped her up to sit on the edge of the pool. Lowering himself into the water he slid her skirt up her thighs and slipped off her knickers. His mouth found her hidden lips and he lapped his way higher to her clit. She grabbed his head as he teased her with his tongue and put his fingers slightly inside her, feeling her juices flow onto his fingers.

She was shaking now, conscious that she was moaning, praying no one would hear them. The soaked material of her skirt lay draped on the edge of the pool. She undid the buttons of her blouse and removed it. Her bra clinging transparent on her breasts, her erect nipples pushing at the grey sheer material.

He emerged and looked at her full figure for a moment before removing her bra and attending to her dripping breasts with his tongue, lips and teeth.

She wrapped her legs, shiny with water, around him.

As she rode him they sank back into the water and kissed once more. She lowered her head back into the pool and as her skirt floated around them he entered her at last.