John took in the sun as it was rising. He was up early. He and Fabienne were finally on a vacation together. He had woken up before the sun, gone to the balcony only wearing the briefs he had slept in, and looked around. It seemed like the entire hotel and all of the city were still sleeping.
"You're up early," she said.
He turned around and smiled at his girlfriend standing there in her panties and a tank top she had slept in. Her shoulder long, golden blonde hair was a mess after having just crawled out of bed. Her sky blue eyes took him in as the sun rose behind him.
"You kinda look like a painting with the sun in the background," she said.
"Yeah? Am I that hot?" He flexed his arms. "How about now."
"Stop!" She giggled.
She walked over to him and kissed him. Her eyes moved from him to the pool below. They were only on the second floor so the pool wasn't far away from their view.
"Do you think the water is hot or cold at this hour?" She asked.
"Still warm probably. The sun is baking around here everyday. It doesn't get a chance to cool down completely over night," he said.
"Let's find out," she said.
"Right now?" He asked.
She grinned at him, turned around and ran towards the door. He ran behind her and grabbed the key card so they could get back in. The ran down the hall, down the stairs and out to the pool. The place looked deserted. He placed the key card on a table and looked at her.
"Ssh," she shushed him. "We can't wake up anyone. Most people sleep with their windows open."
They gently lowered themselves in the pool. He pulled her close and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her again and she giggled lightly.
"You truly are America's moist wanted," she said.
"Really?" He smirked. "I bet I can make you even more moist."
"Prove it," she said.
He moved them over the nearest edge so her back collided with it. He took one last look around to make sure they were alone before reaching below her and pulling her panties aside. He managed to pull his briefs down enough to free his dick. He entered her with ease and she had to choke back a moan.
"You gotta be quiet," he whispered.
"I know," she whispered back. "Fuck, that feels good, John."
He moved with long, slow thrusts. He pulled almost all the way out, and pushed all the way in over and over. He made sure she felt all of him with each thrust. She leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder to keep herself from making noises as she came. He let her ride out her orgasm, then grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so he could watch her.
"Look at me," he said. "That's it. That's my girl. That's my Fabienne."
He gave her one final thrust, pressed his lips together to keep quiet as he came, and held still. She started smiling and then laughing. He placed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet but he couldn't help but smile too. Her laughter died down and he removed his hand.
"Should we lie and say we saw a kid pee in here or something to make them change the water?" He asked.
"You do that," she giggled.
"I'll put a secret note on the front desk," he said. "And I think we should go to the beach today instead of relying on the pool."
"Good call," she said.
She kissed him and ran her fingers through his hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her chin on his shoulder.
"The sunrise sure was something else today," she said.
"I was too busy looking at you," he said.
"Mmm, I'm not complaining," she kissed his neck. "By the way, who won the moist competition?"
"Most definitely you," he chuckled. "Always you, Fabienne. I just have to look at you a certain way, and your panties are ruined. I love that."