Submerged Desire

The apartment was a testament to opulence, a place where luxury draped every corner, and the air held a subtle hint of vanilla and jasmine. Anna, was the mistress of this domain, a woman in her prime, her attire a blend of professional elegance and subtle seduction—a blouse that hinted at the curves beneath, a skirt that swayed with my every movement, and glossy brown pantyhose that sheathed her legs, culminating in heels that clicked authoritatively on the marble floor.

John, her tall, dark, and handsome employee, stood out in stark contrast to the softness of the room. His presence was commanding yet unassuming, a quiet strength that she found increasingly difficult to ignore. The cable TV had been acting up, and she had asked him to stay late, using the pretense of work to extend theirntime together. As he fiddled with the cables, his brow furrowed in concentration, she watched the play of muscles beneath his shirt. Once the TV sprang to life, Anna offered him a drink, and they settled on the plush sofa. The tension between them was palpable, electric, as they sipped theirndrinks and the television flickered with life. Anna flicked through the channels, her clicking lingered as the beginning of the underwater scuba battle in "Thunderball" filled the screen. Anna watched, drawn to the underwater action unfolding on the screen. There was something about the sight of frogmen in their tight black rubber wetsuits that sent a thrill through her. The bubbly sights and sounds, the expressions of pained surprise as the drowning divers floated lifelessly to the sandy bottom—it was all so deliciously erotic.

Anna's cunt grew wetter with each passing moment, the fabric of her pantyhose pressing against her increasingly sensitive skin. She continued to watch the movie unfold. The sight of those frogmen, their movements sinuous and deadly, ignited a fire within her. Each expelled bubble, each strained, gasping breath before the slow drifting, inevitable descent into the inky depths… it sent a wave of heat blooming low in her belly, dampening her thighs beneath her crisp skirt.

"I've always found the ocean... entrancing," She said, her voice a touch huskier than usual. She allowed her skirt to ride up her thighs, revealing more of her pantyhose-clad legs. Still watching the TV screen intently, Anna couldn't help but gasp softly as a frogman was struck by a speargun, a final, agonized gurgle, and his body sank silently towards the seabed. Anna gasped, a small, shuddering sound that was both pleasure and pain. A trickle of moisture, warm and slick, escaped her wet labia. She wondered if John could sense her arousal.

Anna glanced over to John and noticed a telltale bulge in his trousers. Was it just her excitement or was his cock twitching with each drowning frogman? Did he share her secret erotic fascination? There was only one way to find out.

"Excuse me for a moment." She murmured, standing and walking down the hall towards the bath room, her heels echoing in the silent room. Once inside the opulent space, Anna stared at the deep inviting hot tub full of warm water, her heart racing with anticipation. She opened a drawer and pulled out a black rubber oval scuba mask. Pulling it on and feeling it seal over the flushed skin of her face. Instinctively she breathed in through her lips, the scent of rubber inside the mask heightening her arousal. Fully clothed, she now stepped into the tub and sank beneath the surface in one long slow mevement, her wet clothes floating and clinging to her body. Her pantyhose now glistening under the water.

She rose to the surface briefly, calling out, "John!"

Then, Anna sank again, her legs lazily drifting apart. John appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

"Anna, what the hell?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and growing excitement. She could see him clearly through my mask. A slow stream of bubbles escaped her lips in a silent invitation. Allowing herself to rise just to the surface, she whispered "I'm diving into my fantasies," her voice almost muffled by the water. "Join me"

He hesitated for only a moment before beginning to undress. His shirt came off first, revealing a torso that was toned and tantalizing. His trousers followed, and his cock sprang free, hard and ready. He stepped into the tub, the water lapping around his waist as he approached her.

"You're a vision," he said, his eyes raking over Anna's submerged form. His hands reached out beneath the surface and found her, gliding up and along the slick pantyhose on her legs, his fingers tracing her inner thighs to the seam that ran between. She could feel the heat of his touch through the wet fabric. Her labia softly parted as his hands continued upwards, a cloudy wisp of my excitement escaped into the warm water as his fingers passed. Anna moaned softly. His hands now reaching her wet breasts, her nipples hard against the transparent blouse. Allowing the weight of his touch to again submerge her, she exhaled in ecstacy. The surface of the water sensuously closing over her mask as she sank underwater, hearing only the sound her bubbles rising to the surface.

Slowly, John's arms encircled her waist and she rose up again. Now they were face to face. Anna could see the desire in his eyes as he gazed through her mask. Their lips met in a long deep kiss, tasting their shared desire. The hugging seal of Anna's mask and the need to breathe increasing her arousal, she finally succumed and inhaled, breaking the sensual coupling.

Anna's eyes were still locked on his.

"I want you to hold me underwater. I want you to fulfil my fantasy... fuck me slowly and deeply until I cum. Without air..." She said in a low hesitant voice, almost a plea.

John hesitated, his heart racing as he considered Anna's request. He knew that fulfilling her fantasy could be dangerous, but he couldn't deny the thrill of exploring her hidden desires. The sight of her floating, fully dressed in her soaked and almost transparent business suit, he thought was mind blowingly alluring.

"You don't mind that this will probably ruin your outfit, your nylons?" He said smiling with a wicked glint in his eye.

"Mmmm... Rip my nylons and fuck me through them. I know they turn you on. I know you want to." She whispered against his lips.

The unspoken hung between them, heavy and thrilling: the unspoken desire for a transgression beyond pleasure, a descent into something primal and dangerous. An erotic surrender. He could almost feel the pull, the undertow of her submerged fantasy, the tantalizing risk of holding her, pushing her, past the limit. The shared exhilaration of pushing the boundaries of consent, the thrill of danger and the forbidden. He felt his own desires surging, echoing hers. Slowly he tightened his arms around her waist and lowered her beneath the water's surface. Anns's heart pounded in her chest as the warm water enveloped her, heightening her senses and yet further intensifying my arousal. She felt John's strong arms supporting her, and a rush of excitement and trust washed over her. Under the water, their bodies moved in sync, a wordless communication of desire and consent.

John's heart raced as he watched her face, ensuring her comfort and pleasure. Anna's expression transformed from anticipation to pure ecstasy, and John knew he was witnessing something extraordinary. The moments passed... Anna's need for air adding a tantalising layer of urgency, heightening the intensity of their shared experience.

He gently brought her back to the surface, their passion momentarily paused as Anna caught her breath. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and a newfound intensity. John, too, felt transformed by the experience, a secret bond now shared between them.

"Are you ready to fulfil your fantasy, my lady?" John whispered in her ear.

"Hold me underwater. Make it happen..." Breathed Anna,

Again he pressed her underwater, as instructed. This time slightly faster and firmer than before. Anna moaned, releasing small bubbles of pleasure, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and sexily held his gaze. John thought how mesmerising her eyes looked, framed by her mask, the way her hair lazily floated around her beautiful face. His hard cock floated in the warm water between her legs. With a gentle movement of his hips it now pushed softly against her, nuzzling the nylon seam covering her mound. Anna again released bubbles of submerged approval. He continued to hold her down, their eyes locked together, the silence heightening their shared physical sensations.

His hands slid under the waistband of her pantyhose as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, the water buoying their bodies. He needed no further encouragement. Anna's pulse raced as she heard the nylon rip underwater, then the swirl of the warm sensation around her now exposed cunt. He pushed the head of his cock between her warm inviting labia, feeling the lubricating slickness of her entrance. Slowly he pushed just inside, her eager cunt creating a warm inviting seal around the head of his cock, now gently rocking back and forth, in and out. He pushed into her ever so deeper with each slow, gentle thrust. Under the surface watery moans escaped Anna as John thrust ever deeper inside her, her bubbles escaping rythmically each time he went deeper. The watery silence pressing in on her like a suffocating blanket, the escstatic undertow of her submerged fantasy. She could feel the orgasm building, like a dam about to burst, but it was held back, teased by the slow, torturous rhythm of John's thrusts. The feeling was exquisite.

Anna felt the fullness of his cock inside her, the water amplifying every sensation. They moved together, their bodies slick and fluid. Their slow sensual fucking, an underwater dance of desire.

He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way her body moved, the way her nails dug into his arms. He gritted his teeth, his own orgasm threatening to spill over the edge. He wanted to make her wait, to push her to the brink. He could sense the urgency in her movements, the desperation for release. He knew she was close, so fucking close to the edge. He straightened up, looking down at her submerged in the water, her hair fanned out around her like a halo. The lack of air beneath the water's surface was a harsh contrast to the intense pleasure building within them both. Anna's lungs burned, her chest tightened, and yet, she couldn't breathe—couldn't do anything but ride out the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. His cock filled her completely, his thrusts relentless, pushing her to the edge of her limit. She could feel it, the orgasm teetering on the precipice, ready to consume her. She tried to scream, to beg for release, but the water muffled her cries, leaving her to drown in her own pleasure. Suddenly, with a explosive force, the orgasm hit her. It was a tidal wave of sensation, sweeping her under, drowning her in an ecstasy so intense it bordered on pain. A slow, deliberate exhale of Anna's last air sent a tantalizing chain of bubbles to the surface. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, leaving her limp and weightless, adrift in a sea of her own arousal.

John watched, felt it too, the moment her body convulsed around him, clamping down on his cock like a vice. The sight of Anna, usually so controlled, so exquisitely composed, reduced to this vulnerable state beneath the surface. Her hypnotic bubbles, the desperate, silent struggle... it was all a symphony of forbidden pleasure. His breath coming in short, sharp gasps, groaning, he came hard pulsing, releasing inside her, filling her completely.

Reaching down, he pulled Anna up from the seductive embrace of the water. He kissed her, a fierce, desperate kiss that tasted of watery desire, that woke her to the aftermath of her surrender. The shared thrill hung heavy in the air, thick and humid like the steam rising from the water. Their eyes locked, He saw the flicker of a dark wish in her eyes, the unspoken plea for something more. He knew her secret.

They both smiled, the afterglow of their encounter.

"Just think," Said Anna, trailing a wet finger down his chest, "we have the whole night to explore the depths of our desires."

They climbed out of the tub, bodies dripping with water and satisfaction. Anna, in her soaked clothes, beckoned John to her boudoir. Her usual steely demeanor softened, replaced by a potent intimacy. They lay on her bed, their conversation, initially hesitant, blossomed into a confession of shared, illicit desires. His hand brushed her thigh through damp fabric; her blouse clung to her curves, accentuating the sheen of her brown damp pantyhose. Their whispered exchanges hinted at their next clandestine underwater rendezvous, a submerged fantasy fueled by Anna's yearning for a dangerous intimacy. She confessed that she envisioned him, clad in a tight black wetsuit, struggling beneath the surface, the image thrilled her. John, captivated by her allure and subtle hints, echoed her desires, a forbidden wish to explore their darkest obsessions, he would fulfil her secret yearning to see him struggle underwater. His arousal was a mirror to hers, fueled by the intoxicating blend of vulnerability and control, the erotic potential of their submerged, shared fantasy.

They both knewthat this was just the beginning of their underwater adventure.