From my cabin verandah at the exclusive spa retreat in the Hollywood Hills, I watched the security guard check the pool area and shut the gates. I knew they weren’t locked, despite the sign which stated the pool closed at 9:30pm sharp. I’d been for a couple of midnight swims in my first few days and on all my other secret solo swims, there were no more passes by the guards. The retreat was based on a large lot of land, well away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was private, secluded and extremely expensive. But money wasn’t an issue. I’d just divorced my cheating rat-fink bastard of an ex-husband and had the cash to spare. There was a range of services that the spa offered from your traditional massages and relaxation, Pilates, yoga and the like to some more risqué services. I’d purchased the traditional package, but tonight, I was feeling a little naughty. And risqué. And horny. I wandered down the darkened paths, lit only by little solar garden lights, etimesgut escort towards the pool and outdoor spa. The closer I got, the more I could hear the hum of the powerful spa jets still running. I slipped through the pool gate and closed it quietly, so as not the draw attention to myself. The pool and spa were surrounded by large rocks and stones, designed to look like a waterfall. At one end of the pool was a large stacked stone fountain, running a shower of water into the pool. The edge curved around, shaping itself like a natural lagoon. It stretched and curved sensuously until a stone divider separated the spa. Surrounding the spa was a large ledge and tropical trees and bushes, finishing the lagoon/waterfall effect. The only light was from the interior pool lights – they flashed and faded, turning the water a range of stunning and soft colours. On the edge, I dropped my thick white robe that I’d worn from my eryaman escort cabin and draped it across one of the luxurious lounge chairs. Naked, I walked along the wide edge of the pool, skimming my feet along the surface of the water. I always swam naked on my midnight swims. It was so much more… sensual. I dived into the deep end with barely a splash, swam to one end, revelling in the feeling of cool water on my hot skin. As I surfaced, I brushed my long, dark hair from my face, smoothing it over my shoulders. I kicked back, facing the sky and floated. The stars were bright, without a cloud in the night sky. My large breasts breached the water, nipples hardening in the night air. And to think my ex thought they were too big. Ha! After a few minutes relaxing, I swam towards the spa. I wanted to loosen up my muscles. I pushed myself out of the water and again walked around the edge. I stepped down the three steps into the small sincan escort spa. It would fit three or four people at a stretch. It was lovely to have it all to myself. I sunk into the water, swirled by the powerful jets, and laid my head back. I closed my eyes and listened to the night and let my mind wander. Oh, it wandered into some wonderful fantasies. I began to touch myself, sliding my hands over my breasts, pinching and flicking my sensitive buds. They hardened as my mind raced along the dirty thoughts, pictures running through my mind. My breathing quickened as my hands slid further down, my fantasies becoming hotter and wilder.Further down and my hands went under the water, softly trailing along my skin. Down, down, down. I began to rub my pussy. Softly at first, and then I rubbed harder. I slid two fingers down my slit and moaned out load as I imagined someone doing it for me. One finger inside and I gasped, head still tilted back and eyes closed, my mind’s eye showing me all sorts of dirty scenes. Two fingers inside and I moaned again. A raspy moan like I’d lost my voice. “Ooh. Oh that’s good. Don’t stop baby,” I murmured. I kept stroking myself, sliding my fingers in and out, my breathing quickening and my moans becoming more audible.