Steve was out of his dark shirt and grey slacks in a heartbeat; distracted by Kellis' oddly demure rituals of undressing, he simply dropped his clothes in a crumpled heap, leaving on only his navy blue boxers, his heavy cock a dully insistent pressure against the material at the front.<br/><br/>God, the water was warm! Sliding against the blonde as he descended into the pool. he realized how long it had been since he'd been swimming. Months, perhaps. He lunged beneath the surface and kicked his feet, gliding smoothly under the water to the far end, then turning and accelerating back toward his two companions. The blonde's ass looked gloriously soft and vulnerable under the waterline. He also glimpsed the lower halves of the couple beneath the diving board - the woman's hips had begun to sway and back softly to and fro as the man pushed two fingers into her past the crotch of her panties, and turned his wrist slowly from side to side. Good grief...<br/><br/>When he started to feel low on air, he surfaced, just a few inches behind the blonde, and rested a damp hand on her waist, then looked up to see what Kellis was doing.