Back in college, I was hustling. I'd worked as an assistant at a big company during my last year of high school, and I guess I did a decent job because they hired me part-time when I started uni. The pay was solid, and it looked great on my resume. The downside? I was swamped. Wanting to level up, I stupidly volunteered for the gig everyone else dodged: traveling with the management team to meetings in different cities. I was young and had the energy to juggle school and work, but it meant I barely saw Kimmi during the first six months of our relationship. I remember one stretch where we didn't meet up for almost a month. After exams, though, work slowed down, and we decided to treat ourselves to a trip to Thailand. We booked a seaside hotel—a two-story villa with a private garden and pool. The garden was separated from the next villa by a wall, so you couldn't see into each other's space.
This was our first trip together, and since we'd barely seen each other, we planned to make the most of it. Top of the list? Go absolutely wild in bed. Kimmi was super shy about anything too bold, though—she cared a lot about appearances. But because she loved me, she wanted to make me happy.
When we got to the hotel, we headed to the second-floor master bedroom to change. I couldn't help myself and pulled her close. "How about we throw on swimsuits and hit the pool… for a swim?" I said, my grin giving away my real intentions.
She caught my vibe and hesitated, but when I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes, she caved. "But what if the neighbors see us, babe? Can't we just stay in the room? I missed you so much, I'm going crazy."
I kissed her softly. "I missed you too. Come on, no one knows us here. It's a rare chance to let loose. We won't get this back home."
Kimmi sighed, then gave me a deep, loving kiss. "I'm only doing this because I love you so much. Fine, go wait by the pool."
Deep down, Kimmi was torn. She'd always been the perfect, obedient good girl. High school was a shock to her system—her private school classmates were wild. She once told me about a birthday party at a friend's house where some random guy she'd just met kissed her and tried to take things further. She freaked out and bolted, and her friends teased her for "missing her chance" to lose her virginity. Over time, though, she got used to the open vibe at school. Her friends' influence rubbed off—she'd blush talking about sex but started listening instead of shutting it down. Like this one time at her bestie's place, when her friend and her hookup went to a bedroom, another guy hinted at "an extra room" for him and Kimmi. She just laughed it off and left, but didn't cut them off afterward. Her mindset was slowly opening up, and her body was reacting too, but it clashed with the strict values she'd grown up with. Part of her was curious and thrilled; the other part felt guilty for even thinking that way.
When Kimmi came out in a black bikini with light makeup, I was floored. "How do I look? Don't stare!" she said, blushing.
"Are you kidding? You're gorgeous, babe. I love you," I said, pulling her into my arms for a heated kiss. Things escalated fast—I couldn't wait and slipped off the bottom half of her bikini in the pool. After months apart, feeling her warmth again was unreal, but the water made things tricky. After a few thrusts, I guided her to the pool's steps. She stood on the third step, hands gripping the first, while I stood on the fourth, going at it from behind. This position let me pick up the pace, and she started moaning softly, covering her mouth to muffle the "mm, mm" sounds so the neighbors wouldn't hear. After a while, I whispered, "Babe, can I… finish in your mouth?"
She looked nervous. "If you want, sure, but it's my first time. I'm scared I won't do it right."
"Don't be silly," I said gently. "I'd never judge you."
I sat on the pool's edge, and she knelt in front of me, her chest just above the water. I felt like a king as she went to work. Her technique wasn't polished, but her effort and tenderness melted me. Honestly, she was a natural. From my limited experience, first-timers usually struggle—either they don't know what to do or go too deep and gag—but Kimmi? No issues. You could tell she'd prepped for this trip, probably overthinking how to make it perfect.
Then, out of nowhere, I noticed a shadow move next door. My heart skipped a beat. I glanced at the neighboring villa's garden and saw two figures. One was tall, like 190cm, standing in the light. The other was in a darker corner, harder to make out. The tall guy climbed onto a chair, his head and shoulders peeking over the wall. He raised his hands in a "nothing to see here" gesture, signaling he wasn't taking photos or videos. I looked at the other figure, who stood up and mimicked the same gesture. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.