Seduced in Her Dark Green Swimsuit

The enchanted pool lay cupped in a hollow of old oaks, its surface the color of bottle glass and starlight. Steam rose where the water met cooler air, and pale motes drifted above it, catching on the ferns like slow fireflies. Selena, eighteen and flushed from the long walk down the deer path, stood at the mossy lip in a dark green one-piece swimsuit that clung as if it had been poured onto her. The fabric was slick already from the humidity, molded to the lift of her young breasts, the narrow dip of her waist, and the round of her hips. Thin straps sat on her shoulders. The leg openings rode high on her thighs. When she dove, the suit stayed with her, a second skin, dark as the deep of the pool.

She broke the surface laughing, water beading on her collarbones. Her dark hair floated behind her in a fan. She swam a slow circle, arms cutting clean, and every stroke made the green fabric shift and settle again over her body. The pool answered her. Warm currents curled around her calves and between her thighs, not quite random, as if the water itself wanted to know the shape of her.

On the far bank, half in shadow, Fabian watched.

He was forty-two, broad through the chest and shoulders, the forest guardian of this grove for longer than most travelers remembered. Silver threaded the dark hair at his temples. His arms were corded from years of hauling fallen timber and walking the boundary stones. A simple linen shirt hung open at his throat, and his pants were rolled to the knee where he stood in the shallows, barefoot on stone. The magic of the place recognized him. It always had. Today it also recognized the girl in green, and the air between them thickened until breathing felt like tasting honey.

Selena turned onto her back and floated. The suit stretched across her chest, nipples faintly peaked from the cool kiss of air after the warm water. She felt eyes on her before she found them. When she did, her stroke faltered. Fabian did not look away. His gaze traveled the length of her, unhurried, and something in her belly tightened in answer. She righted herself, treading water, and the motes gathered between them like a bridge of light.

“You’re early,” she said. Her voice came out thinner than she wanted.

“You’re later than the pool expected.” His voice was low, roughened by smoke and weather. “It told me you were coming. The water gets restless when it wants someone.”

Selena’s cheeks heated. She had come here three times this month, always alone, always in this same dark green suit because it made her feel bold and hidden at once. She had felt him before she had seen him—footprints that weren’t quite human in the mud, a warmth at her nape, the sense of being kept. Today she had wanted to be seen. She kicked closer to the shallows, water sliding off her shoulders, the suit plastered to every curve.

Their eyes locked. Hunger moved through her, bright and shameless, and she saw the same hunger answer in the set of his mouth. The magical aura of the pool pressed in, sweet and heavy, turning the space between their bodies into something almost touchable. Selena’s pulse thudded in her throat. She did not look away.

Fabian stepped fully into the water. It rose around his calves, then his thighs, soaking the rolled fabric of his pants dark. He did not rush. Each step sent ripples toward her, and the motes spun faster. When he was close enough that she could see the lines at the corners of his eyes, he stopped, chest-deep for her, waist-deep for him, and let his gaze drop again to the swimsuit.

“That color,” he said, “was made for this water. And for you.” His hand lifted, not quite touching, hovering near the strap on her left shoulder. “Dark green. It molds to you like it knows what it’s holding.”

Selena’s breath caught. “Fabian.”

“Your breasts.” The word was plain, almost reverent. “The fabric is wet enough that I can see the shape of them. The way they sit. Young and full, and that suit isn’t hiding a thing. It just makes me want to put my mouth on the cloth and feel you through it.”

Heat flooded her face and lower, a slick ache that had nothing to do with the pool. She should have been embarrassed. She wasn’t. She drifted closer until the water between them was only a handspan.

“And here.” His palm settled at last on her waist, broad and warm through the clinging suit. He didn’t grab. He held, thumb stroking once along the seam where fabric met skin at her hip. “These hips. The way the suit cuts high and shows the length of your thighs. I’ve watched you swim for weeks, Selena. Eighteen, and already you move like you know what you do to a man.”

“I hoped you were watching,” she said. The admission surprised her with how easily it came. Her hands found his chest, fingers curling in the open edge of his shirt. Wet linen, hot skin beneath. “I wore this because I wanted you to see me in it. I didn’t want you to take it off.”

His eyes darkened. The hand at her waist tightened, drawing her in until her swimsuit-clad breasts pressed to his ribs and her belly met the hard line of him through soaked cloth. She gasped. He was already thick and heavy against her, and the knowledge made her knees weak in the water.

“Say it plainly,” he murmured, mouth near her temple. “I won’t guess with you.”

She pressed closer, rolling her hips once, shameless, the dark green fabric dragging over his cock. A shiver ran through her. “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Right here. Don’t take the suit off. Pull it aside if you have to, but leave it on me. I want to feel you while I’m still in it. Please, Fabian. Take me like this.”

He made a low sound, almost a growl, and kissed her. It wasn’t gentle for long. His mouth opened over hers, tongue sliding deep, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other stayed at her waist and then slid down to cup her ass through the wet suit, squeezing, lifting her so she had to wrap her legs around him or sink. She wrapped them. The crotch of the one-piece pulled taut between her thighs, and she ground against him, moaning into the kiss, already swollen and sensitive beneath the fabric.

“Good girl,” he said against her lips. “Hold on.”

He carried her toward the near bank where a smooth rock shouldered out of the moss, broad and flat on top, worn by years of water and warmed by the enchanted heat that lived in the grove. Selena’s back met cool moss and then warmer stone as he set her down at the edge, her hips just above the waterline, her legs still in the pool. She was panting. The suit gleamed, darker where it was soaked, outlining her nipples and the soft mound between her legs.

Fabian stripped his shirt and shoved his pants down far enough to free himself. His cock stood thick and heavy, flushed dark at the head, veins standing along the shaft. Selena stared, mouth dry, and spread her knees without being asked. He stepped between them, one hand braced beside her hip, and hooked two fingers under the crotch of the dark green one-piece. The fabric was elastic and wet. He drew it aside, slowly, exposing her. She was bare beneath, pink and slick, lips parting as the air touched her.

“Look at you,” he said. “Soaked through the suit and soaked under it. You’ve been wanting this since you dove in.”

“Yes.” Her voice shook. “Please.”

He lined himself up and pushed. The head breached her, thick enough that she cried out, hands flying to his shoulders. He didn’t slam in. He fed her inch by inch, stretching her tight pussy around him while the pulled-aside fabric framed the place they joined. She felt every ridge. When he was seated to the hilt, he held there, breathing hard, forehead against hers.

“All right?”

“More than all right. Move. Please move.”

He drew back and thrust, deeper, and the sound she made echoed off the oaks. He set a rhythm, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin and the quieter drag of swimsuit elastic against her inner thigh. Selena clung to him, then he turned her, guiding her onto her stomach over the moss-covered rock so her chest and cheek pressed to the cool green and her ass lifted toward him. The suit stayed on. Straps dug faintly into her shoulders. He pulled the crotch aside again, wider this time, and thrust back into her from behind in one long stroke that punched the air from her lungs.

“Oh—Fabian—”

“That’s it.” His hands gripped her hips, thumbs stroking the edge of the green fabric. “Take it. You feel so tight around me, Selena. This little suit holding you together while I fuck you open.”

He drove into her, steady and deep, the angle letting him reach a place that made her toes curl in the water. Each thrust rocked her against the moss. She moaned without trying to be quiet, the enchanted grove swallowing the sound and giving it back softer. Pleasure built fast, a bright coil low in her belly. She pushed back to meet him, the suit bunching under her breasts, her nipples dragging against stone through wet cloth.

Fabian leaned over her, chest to her back, and reached around. His fingers found her clit through the displaced edge of the suit, then slid onto the swollen bud itself, rubbing in tight circles while he kept fucking her. She shattered on the third pass, crying out, pussy clenching hard around his cock, thighs shaking. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, praising her in that rough voice, until the aftershocks eased and she was whimpering, oversensitive and still hungry.

“On your back,” he said. “I want to see your face. I want those legs up.”

He pulled out just long enough to turn her. Selena went willingly, dazed and shining, the dark green one-piece still stretched across her torso, straps in place, the crotch tugged to one side and dark with her wetness. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her, and slid back in to the root. The new angle was devastating. She felt him deeper than before, the thick length of him stroking every sensitive inch.

“God,” she gasped. “You’re so deep. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He braced a hand beside her head and started to move, hard and measured, hips meeting the backs of her thighs. The swimsuit rode her body with every thrust, fabric pulling across her breasts, outlining them, the wet sheen making her look lacquered. He watched her face, watched the way her mouth fell open, and dropped his free hand between them.

This time he didn’t bare her clit. He rubbed her through the wet green fabric where it had shifted back a little, the cloth a slick barrier that somehow made the friction sharper. Selena arched. The suit clung, and his fingers worked her in firm circles while his cock drove into her again and again.

“Feel that?” he said. “Still on you. I’m going to make you come in this suit until you can’t remember your own name.”

She came again, harder, a broken sob of his name, walls fluttering around him. He kept rubbing, kept thrusting, and the second peak rolled straight into a third. Her vision whited at the edges. Magic in the water seemed to climb her skin, warm sparks wherever he touched her. She grabbed his forearm, not to stop him, to hold on, and begged in fragments—more, there, don’t stop, please—while he fucked her through every wave.

“Again,” he growled, and she did, shocking herself, a smaller sharper climax that left her shaking and laughing and nearly crying with how good it was. Her legs trembled on his shoulders. The swimsuit was a second heartbeat against her skin, never removed, only shifted where he needed her.

Fabian’s rhythm broke. His thrusts went short and deep, hips grinding, and his hand left her clit to grip her thigh. “I’m going to fill you,” he said, voice wrecked. “You want that? You want me to come inside you while you’re still wearing this?”

“Yes. Yes, Fabian, please—come in me.”

He buried himself and groaned, cock pulsing, hot cum flooding her in thick spurts. Selena felt every one, the warmth spreading deep, and she clenched around him on purpose, milking him, drawing a ragged curse from his throat. He stayed inside until the last shiver passed, forehead dropped to her shoulder, both of them breathing like they’d run the length of the grove.

For a long moment there was only the lap of water and the slow spin of pale motes overhead.

Then he eased her legs down, careful, and slipped out of her. She whimpered at the loss. Cum welled at her entrance, and he watched it with dark, satisfied eyes before he took the displaced crotch of the dark green one-piece and drew the fabric gently back into place. It settled over her, snug again, hiding what he had just done and holding the warmth of him against her. He smoothed the suit over her hips with both hands, almost tender, then leaned in and kissed her deeply—slow this time, thorough, tasting the salt of her mouth and the sweet air of the pool.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Every inch of you. Suit and all.”

Selena’s arms wound around his neck. She was sore in the best way, glowing from the inside out, the enchanted water already calling. “Take me back in.”

He did. They slipped together off the rock into the pool, the warm current closing over them to the chest. The water caressed her through the swimsuit, swirling between her thighs, seeming to hum where his cum still rested inside her. Fabian’s arm stayed around her waist. She floated against him, cheek on his shoulder, and the motes gathered in their hair like a crown.

She was already scheming.

Not a secret. A plan, bright and simple, turning over behind her closed eyes while the pool held them. Tomorrow she would come earlier, while the light was still gold on the oaks. She would wear the same dark green one-piece, because he liked it on her and because she liked the way it felt when he fucked her in it. She would swim until he stepped out of the trees, and then she would ask him—no, she would tell him—to take her standing in the shallows this time, her legs around his waist, the suit pulled aside and nothing else changed. And the day after that, maybe the flat stone again, or deeper water, his hands on her through the fabric until she came before he even entered her. She wanted all of it. She wanted him to keep her in this suit and keep filling her until the grove itself learned the sound of her voice.

Selena opened her eyes, met his, and smiled, slow and sure.

“Same time tomorrow,” she said. “Don’t be late. I’m not taking this off for anyone but the water. And you.”

Fabian’s answering smile was all heat and promise. His hand slid down her back, palm settling over the curve of her ass through soaked dark green, and he kissed her once more as the enchanted pool glowed around them, already keeping their next hour warm.