Counting Sheep

By: nicnicd

Prompts: insomnia, swimming pool, glistens

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Happy Birthday Nina, I hope your day is fabulous, and that you enjoy all of your gifts! :) ~Nic

Tossing and turning, I threw the covers back angrily. Sleep was eluding me. Summer was in full swing; the night was warm and sticky, the still evening air stifling. I glanced at the clock, noting that it was now past two a.m. My mind was whirring and alert, so I gave up on falling asleep and began to pace my room instead. My hands moved restlessly through my messy hair as my quiet passes took me past the window once, twice, three times before a flash of silver caught my eye.

Pausing at the window, my eyes were instantly drawn to the swimming pool next door and its lone occupant. Long, dark hair floated on the surface of the water, the relaxed figure of a girl floating ethereally in the middle of the oval shaped pool. Her hands moved languorously through the water back and forth, keeping her small body afloat. I was mesmerized by the way she seemed so graceful and mysterious in the warm summer night, and I watched her like some sort of creeper. Hidden behind the long gold drapes I stood sentient, taking in the scene before me.

My family and I were new to this small town, surrounded by forest and ferns. As school had not yet started, we were still relatively unknown to the inhabitants. My younger sister had been exuberant and positively giddy that we'd moved next to a girl her own age, and had yammered on about her for the past three days. I'd been immersed in setting up my room and helping with the unpacking, and I'd yet to meet this girl who was now our neighbor and my sister's new-found best friend.

Was this the girl my sister was so excited to have met? If so, I hoped she'd introduce me to her…

As I watched her, my eyes riveted on the dark colored bikini and the way it stood out in sharp contrast to her pale skin in the light of the moon, her hand rose from the water. Drifting slowly up her stomach, her fingers continued a lazy, twisting rhythm up to her small bikini top. Unconsciously, my hand mimicked hers… although in the reverse direction. As her fingers drifted underneath the small fabric triangle, mine slipped into my sleep pants. Her drowsy, languid strokes across her breasts were mirrored by my fingers across the head of my cock.

My breathing started to increase, pants and low groans departing from my lungs in hard wisps. My heart was drumming in an irregular rhythm as I continued to watch her and stroke myself. Her head tipped back, her mouth opening into an 'O' shape. Of its own volition, the hand that I had been using to brace myself against the wall moved to pull the curtain back. Lost to the dual senses of sight and touch, I took a firm grip on myself, and began stroking in earnest now.

Below me, the moonlit vision began to move. Entranced, I watched as she slowly let her feet drift to the floor beneath her, her earlier movements throwing her off balance and causing her to stand. She moved to the wall of the pool closest to me as my hand was working my body into a near frenzy. Droplets of water clung to her shoulders and small arms, sparkling in the dim light of the night like tiny diamonds.

Leaning against the side of the pool, she tipped her head back. Dark eyes met mine, causing my hand to still in shock.

I'd been caught.

The bewitching vixen, exuding an inner- calm that belied her small frame, seemed unaffected. Keeping her gaze locked on mine, she moved her hand, the one that had been slowly swirling through the water, underneath the surface. My breath caught as I realized what she was doing, and my hand once again began its ministrations. Keeping my eyes on hers, I yanked my pajama pants down with one hand and increased my pace with the other.

Her other hand came up, fingers trailing over her collar bone; I wanted to be the one doing that. I leaned my forehead on my upraised arm, still keeping eye contact with her as she pushed her bikini top down and palmed a small, perky breast. I stroked myself faster, fingers gripped around my cock and moving in a steady, quick rhythm.

Unable to tear my eyes away from her, my head slumped forward, watching her as she watched me. Her eyes watched the movements of my arm, though the windowsill was too high for her to see anything lower. Her teeth, glinting ultra-white in the pale moonlight, captured her bottom lip between them when she broke our gaze, her head dipping back and her long, wet hair trailing over the side of the pool.

Through my open window, I could hear her long, drawn out, breathy moan. Three senses now consumed, sound being added to the ever-growing list, my cock twitched in my hand before my body stilled. A deep, rumbling groan left me as I came, hard. I fumbled; trying to keep the mess contained but lost that battle quickly.

I wonder how she smells… how she tastes.

My wits came to me slowly, and I glanced back up and out the window. She was moving away from her spot against the pool wall now. She waded backwards toward the small deck, keeping her wanton gaze trained on me. She grinned impishly before turning around and ascending the ladder. Inch by inch, her wet, nearly naked form was revealed to me.

Fuck…

I watched her make her way across the lawn toward her small back porch. Just before she headed inside, she turned back and looked up at my window once more.

"Sweet dreams," she called out. Her voice, soft and teasing, carried on the night air before she disappeared.

Finding a new pair of pajamas, I began to hastily clean up my…mess before flopping back onto my bed, spent but thoroughly intrigued. My now-heavy eyelids drooped, and I burrowed under my covers, drifting to sleep with one last thought.

Lullabies are for sissies…