Hotel pool side
This is a short, that is rated M it is shippy with a sexual relationship between two characters, please obey the rating rules.
Chapter 1
She knew she shouldn't be watching. And the first time she seen him walk by she didn't pay much attention. She seen him countless time and it never mattered. Steam rose off the pool and created an odd green blue haze as it mingled with the lights around the perimeter. The temperature had dropped but the pool was heated, good for a night dip. She thought about joining him for a midnight swim, but that thought was better ignored at this time. Besides what would happen if she did. Certain that she knew the answer to that question she opted to just watch.
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Morgan looked at the water. How invigorating it would be to jump in. The cool air a contrast against his skin from the heat of the pool would be intoxicating. He looked around. The lights were dim, and the plants around the pool, positioned in front of a privacy fence, shielded the view to the parking lot and the street beyond. The windows of the hotel were the only thing facing the pool. It was a one floor structure so he knew he couldn't be seen from any higher up windows. Besides who was here now? No one, the place had cleared out as far as he knew, since the bodies were discovered. Or so he thought. Oh just go for it. It's late and there isn't anyone here. He convinced himself.
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"What was he doing?" She said that out loud but it didn't matter no one heard it, she was alone. Careful not to open the sheer curtains she moved the heavier drapes further out of her way. He lifted his shirt and she could see the taught muscles of his abs and the way they rippled as he moved. When he pulled the shirt down his arms she gasped at the sight of those strong shoulders. She wanted to run her hands over them and across that muscular chest. She shook her head, "Stop thinking about it!" she admonished herself.
Morgan took another look around; he ran his hand down his chest, all the way to the waist band of his Jeans. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops hesitating for a few minutes.
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"Oh God he is going to swim in his underwear!" She could feel a tightening in her lungs. As the realization hit her it stole her breath. She imagined the thin layer of material clinging to unseen areas. Her body responded to her daydream, she tensed and then relaxed a little as she clung to the drapes. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled at the zipper. She institutively placed her hand at the waist band of her boxer shorts. He dropped his pants in one smooth motion and stepped out of them. The charcoal grey jockeys he had on seemed almost black in the lighting and she could tell they fit him perfectly. He turned around then and she got a glimpse of his back and the complete view of his broad shoulders. The smooth skin of his back reminded her of milk chocolate and she longed to touch, kiss and lick that lollipop. Her right hand moved slowly up her body and rested at her neck. Her mouth hung open and she licked her lips.
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Morgan bent over and picked up his jeans and put them along with his shirt on a lounge chair. He squatted by the pool and stuck his fingers into it. It was warm and inviting. He decided he just wanted to be in it and he made the decision to go for it.
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She watched him move, lethal like a cat, every move decisive and fluid. She knew he never wasted an ounce of energy of trivial things and the way he moved proved it. He stood. He was turned towards the pool and she expected him to dive in. But he surprised her by pulling off his underwear. Another lick of the lips and she felt her body tighten up again. This time she remained in a heightened state and her hand shook. He was stunning in the nude. Hell he was stunning in clothing. He turned to the lounge chair and tossed his underwear at it. She could see the hollow area of his lower back and the square shape of his hips. But when he turned full frontal back to the window she was looking out of, her hand found her lips and she darted her tongue out of her mouth and licked the tip of her fingers. This was insane but she longed to touch him and have his hands on her. She reached for the curtain and pulled it close to her. In doing that her arm brushed her breast and she felt the tight bud of her nipple. She put her hand there and kneaded the taught flesh imagining his mouth on her. The thin jersey fabric of her tank top only increased the level of her arousal. She panted as she looked at him and thought of being out there with him.