Swimming pool

I recently took on swimming as a hobby, and I honestly have no idea why I only found out about it just now. For someone with my track record of doing naughty stuff in fun places, the pool provides the whole package: means, motive, and opportunity.

Means

Obviously, I’ve got the means. I have hands, I have parts of my body that get ticklish, and when I combine those, I have the ability to make myself squirm and moan like a crazy person. The means are all there.

Motive

I’m lucky to be one of those people that can get excited by every gender imaginable. A toned chest, a cute butt, a large bulge or a deep cleavage, they all turn me on equally as much. At the pool, there’s plenty of those things. Guys wear the tightest shorts, and they’re usually in great shape. Girls show 90 percent of their bodies, only covering the really important stuff. The moment I walk into the pool area, I’m instantly horny.

I’m part of the motive myself too. Undressing turns me on. Wearing tiny bikinis turns me on. Being looked at, maybe even fantasized about, turns me on. And turned on girls do strange things. The perfect motive.

Opportunity

And then there’s opportunity – and plenty of it. It all starts at the changing rooms, small cubicles with doors that lock. Bathrooms that barely anyone ever uses. Water that blurs vision, so no living soul could ever tell for sure what’s happening underneath the surface.

And there’s lots of physical opportunities, too. The fabric of swimwear is perfect for feeling through. It’s elastic, too, so it’s easy to just shove a hand in for a bit. Then there’s all the bare skin that won’t make you get there, but it sure helps when it’s touched. And lastly: even moments of dripping wetness are easily hidden when the entire surroundings are made of water.

Crime scene

So there you have it: the perfect triangle for the perfect crime. I’ve made so much use of it in the past few weeks. It starts with putting on my bikini. I just can’t be in a locked room, hidden from sight, and get naked without doing at least a bit of playing. At first, I just went all the way every time I got the chance, but I soon realized being out of your mind horny in a swimming pool can lead to some really interesting situations.

The small pool, for example. The shallow one where people come to chill for a bit during or after their swim. And by “people” I mean “barely anyone”. It’s usually next to, or entirely, empty. Picture a horny girl in a place where no one is looking at her, and you could imagine how fun that can get. Often, I could even lower my bikini bottoms, or take them off altogether, without even the slightest risk of getting caught.

That risk did come into play when I wanted to get to it in the actual pool. The one people were actually swimming in. The first thing I did was to loosen and lower my bikini a bit. I always love that free feeling. Swimming and masturbating at the same time is hard, since I kinda need both my hands in order not to drown. It’s different during the short breaks in between lanes. It’s quite easy to slip a finger or two in a bikini when leaning against the wall and standing in the shallow part of the pool. The only problems are the people swimming towards you underwater.

The bathroom

As much as I love playing in public, sometimes a little bit of privacy is nice. The bathrooms at my pool are great for that. The doors lock, there’s no gaps under or above them, and there usually aren’t too many people around. One time, I didn’t even make it to one of the stalls, I just leaned against the entrance door so I got a bit of a warning in case someone would come in.

Shower and cubicles

The showers are too crowded to do anything in, but they are great for one last shot of inspiration. In there, everybody, guys and girls, are standing, unable to hide anything. The chests, the butts, the bulges, the boobs, they’re all there. And I get to look at them, shamelessly.

Once I’ve pictured every last person naked and the fantasy in my head turns to a huge orgy with me at the center, I flee into one of the changing cubicles. They don’t offer nearly as much privacy as the bathroom stalls do, but it’s enough for me to get naked, sit on the small bench, kick my feet up against the opposite wall and bring myself to a silent orgasm – or at least one as quiet as possible.

Other places

One time, I realized I was one of the last people to get out of the water. So I took my time showering, and I didn’t rush getting dressed. I left my panties off and got right into my lazy pants. It was already dark when I walked towards the place where I had parked my bike. I pulled my pants over my butt, lowered my body and leaned against the wall: the perfect position for a public, but nonetheless secret orgasm.

Next time, I want to do something similar, but inside. An orgasm, out of the water, uncovered by walls or doors. I’ve already spotted a few places that might do, the most likely one being a hallway that’s blocked with a rope, and that seems to have a corner at the end where I can hide. I’m also planning on getting fully naked in the small pool, I want to do a lane with my bikini bottoms off, and I want to touch myself for more than a second in the shower area. Oh, and if I ever end up getting seduced or flirted with, I’m not going to be picky at all.

Plenty of work to be done, so maybe I’ll do a part 2 or an update soon.