The water was supposed to be my secret.
I’d waited until the last of the sunset bled out of the sky, until the automatic lights around the pool clicked on and turned the whole backyard into something out of a movie—soft gold glowing under the water, palm fronds whispering overhead, the infinity edge dropping away toward the city lights of LA like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
My best friend Brooke was three states away at cheer camp for the next two weeks, and her divorced dad was supposed to be in Tokyo until Friday.
The house was mine until then.
The pool was mine.
And for once in my life I was going to be completely, shamelessly naked in it.
I stood at the edge of the deep end in nothing but the warm night air, heart hammering so hard I could feel it between my legs.
Eighteen years old and I’d never done anything this reckless.
But God, I wanted to.
I’d been thinking about it since Brooke first asked me to house-sit.
I peeled off the thin tank top I’d worn over here, then hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my tiny sleep shorts and pushed them down my thighs.
No panties.
I hadn’t bothered with any all day.
The fabric whispered past my knees and pooled at my feet.
I stepped out, kicked them aside, and let the breeze lick over my bare breasts, my stomach, the smooth skin between my legs.
My nipples tightened instantly.
I felt exposed and powerful at the same time, like the night itself was watching and approving.
One toe in.
Then the rest of me.
The water closed around me like silk, cool and perfect, sliding up my calves, my thighs, over my pussy in one slow, delicious rush that made me gasp.
I pushed off and glided forward, arms out, legs kicking lazily.
Every inch of me felt alive.
The water kissed my clit with every stroke.
I rolled onto my back, floating, letting my hair fan out like a dark halo.
My breasts bobbed above the surface, nipples hard little peaks catching the underwater lights.
I let my legs drift apart and just… drifted.
No one to see.
No one to judge.
I’d always had a thing for Mr.
Daniels.
I mean, who wouldn’t?
He was forty-two, tall, broad-shouldered, with that salt-and-pepper hair that made him look like he belonged on the cover of some expensive watch ad.
He still had the body of the college athlete he used to be—thick arms, narrow waist, the kind of ass that filled out dress pants like they were custom-made. Follow the newest chapters on novelping(.)com.
And those eyes… dark, knowing, the kind that always lingered a second too long when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Brooke teased me about it sometimes.
“Ew, Em, he’s my dad.” But she didn’t know how many nights I’d touched myself thinking about those hands on me instead of the boys my own age who fumbled and finished in three minutes.
I let my fingers trail down my stomach under the water, teasing.
Just a little.
The fantasy was already spinning in my head—him coming home early, finding me like this, growling my name in that low voice that always made my knees weak.
I dipped two fingers between my folds and bit my lip.
The water made everything slippery, perfect.
I circled my clit slowly, imagining his mouth instead, imagining him calling me “baby girl” while he—
The sound of the back gate clicking open shattered the fantasy like glass.
My eyes flew open.
I was still floating on my back, completely naked, legs spread, fingers still buried between my thighs.
Panic surged through me so fast I almost sank.
I twisted, trying to cover myself with my arms, scanning the darkness beyond the pool lights.
A tall silhouette stepped out of the shadows by the cabana.
Suit jacket slung over one shoulder.
Tie loosened.
Dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
Mr.
Daniels.
He stopped at the edge of the patio, keys still in his hand, and stared straight at me.
The underwater lights painted his face in gold and shadow.
For a second neither of us moved.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could hear it.
The water lapped gently around my breasts, making them sway.
I was mortified.
I was also—soaked.
Wetter than the pool could ever make me.
His gaze dropped slowly, deliberately, from my face to my chest, down the line of my stomach, and lower, to where my thighs were still parted and my hand was frozen between them like I’d been caught mid-sin.
Which I had.
I finally found my voice, small and shaky.
“M-Mr.
Daniels… I—I thought you were in Tokyo until Friday.”
He didn’t answer right away.
The corner of his mouth twitched—just the tiniest smirk.
“Flight got canceled,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet.
He took one step closer to the pool’s edge.
Then another.
“Didn’t expect to find my daughter’s best friend using the pool like this.”
I swallowed hard.
My nipples were so tight they ached.
The water suddenly felt a hundred degrees hotter.
“I’m so sorry.
I was just—house-sitting, and it was so hot, and I didn’t think anyone would—”
”Shh.” He held up one hand.
The other was already working on the buttons of his dress shirt.
“Don’t move, Emma.”
My name in his mouth sounded filthy.
Like a command and a promise at the same time.
I stayed exactly where I was—floating, naked, exposed—while he peeled off the shirt and let it fall.
His chest was everything I’d imagined: hard muscle, dark hair dusting the center, abs carved deep enough that the light caught every ridge.
My pussy clenched around nothing.
He toed off his shoes.
Unbuckled his belt.
The metallic clink echoed across the patio.
“You’ve been coming over here for years,” he said conversationally, like we were discussing the weather, not the fact that I was bare and dripping in front of him.
“Always so polite.
Always calling me Mr.
Daniels.” The belt whispered free.
He dropped it.
“But I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”
He pushed his slacks down.
Black boxer-briefs underneath, and the bulge in them was unmistakable—thick, heavy, already half-hard.
My mouth went dry.
“Tell me something, baby girl,” he murmured, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs.
“You ever touch that pretty little pussy thinking about me?”
The word “baby girl” hit me like a spark to gasoline.
I whimpered—actually whimpered—before I could stop myself.
My fingers, still between my legs, gave one involuntary little stroke.
His eyes darkened.
“That’s what I thought.”
He shoved the briefs down.