It was a hot summer night, and I had just turned 18. I was feeling restless and craving some excitement. So, I decided to take a dip in the pool under the starry sky. The water was cool and inviting, and I swam lazily, enjoying the feeling of freedom and the slight breeze on my naked skin.

I heard the gate open and saw a silhouette approaching. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was a man, and he was heading straight towards me. I felt a rush of excitement and a tingle between my legs as I wondered what this stranger intended.

As he got closer, I could make out his features. He was tall and muscular, with a hint of silver in his hair, suggesting he was older, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. His eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of desire as he took in the sight of my naked body.

"Mind if I join you?" his deep voice rumbled, breaking the silence of the night.

I felt a flutter in my stomach and a surge of boldness. "Not at all," I replied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

He smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth, and dove gracefully into the pool. The water rippled around him as he swam towards me with strong, confident strokes. I felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as he drew closer, his powerful body cutting through the water with ease.

He stopped right in front of me, our faces just inches apart. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and the intensity of his gaze made my heart pound even faster. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I melted into the kiss, my body responding instinctively to his touch. His lips were soft and insistent, and I felt a spark of electricity as our tongues met and danced together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and felt his hands roam my body, caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples gently between his fingers. A moan escaped my throat as I arched my back, offering myself to him. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses down my neck, nibbling and sucking on my sensitive skin, while his hands continued their exploration, sliding down my back and cupping my ass cheeks, pulling me against his rock-hard cock.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered hoarsely, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "And so fucking wet."

I blushed, despite the darkness, and nodded, wordless as the pleasure he was inducing clouded my mind. He smirked, seeming to understand my body even better than I did myself.

He positioned himself between my legs, which were now wrapped around his waist, and slowly lowered me onto his thick shaft. I gasped as I felt him stretch me, filling me up in a way I'd never experienced before. He was so thick and hard, and I could feel him throbbing inside me.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he growled, his voice full of pleasure and dominance.

I could only whimper in response, my head thrown back, exposing my neck to him as he began to move his hips, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. He fucked me with deep, powerful thrusts, slamming into my tight pussy, making the most deliciously lewd sounds as our flesh slapped together.

I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders, as I felt an orgasm building deep within me. He seemed to sense it too, and quickened his pace, his hands gripping my hips tightly, guiding me onto his cock with each thrust.

"That's it, take it all, you little slut," he grunted, his eyes never leaving mine, as if willing me to cum just from the power of his gaze.

And cum I did. With a scream that echoed across the pool, I came around his cock, my pussy clenching and pulsing, milking him as my body shook with the force of my release. But he didn't stop, instead driving into me harder, faster, sending me spiraling into a second orgasm, my cries echoing across the water.

"That's my good girl," he grunted, his own release imminent. "Now it's my turn."

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and let out a roar as he filled me with his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into my wet, willing pussy.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breath mingling, our hearts pounding, before he slowly withdrew, my legs unlocking from around his waist. I felt his cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy as he lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the pool.

He set me down on a nearby lounge chair, and I watched as he dove back into the water, swimming a few laps, his powerful strokes eating up the length of the pool. I sat, dazed and sated, my body still buzzing from the incredible fucking I'd just received.

When he emerged from the pool, water dripping from his muscular frame, he strode over to me with a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was incredible," he said, his voice husky and full of pride. "But I should probably be going. It's getting late."

I nodded, still a little breathless, and watched as he disappeared back through the gate, leaving me alone under the stars, my body pleasured and my mind spinning with the memory of his touch.

I knew I would never forget that night, and as I lay back, feeling his cum still leaking from my pussy, I knew I had just experienced something truly magical and utterly filthy.

And so, with a satisfied smile, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the mysterious older man who had taken my innocence by the pool under the starry sky