Asher walked along the stone pathway towards the garden, admiring the gorgeous flowers and plants that filled the space before coming to a stop.
He suddenly heard a splashing sound echoing from above. Asher's brows furrowed when he found himself curious about what was going on.
His blue eyes trailed after the source of the sound to find it leading straight towards the rooftop of the mansion.
Without hesitation, his feet began heading toward the stairs until Asher reached a sliding door. Pushing it to the side, Asher stepped into the private pool area of his ho and couldn't help but pause upon seeing the unexpected person he'd co across.
The person in question was none other than his aunt, Lysandra Sterling, whom he hadn't expected to be using the pool tonight.
She was swimming laps, and the water glistened beautifully under the light of the stars above.
Lysandra's long gray hair fell like a waterfall down her back as she glided effortlessly across the surface of the water, moving with such grace and precision that it seed like she belonged in the elent.
The only sounds breaking the silence of the night were those of her hands slicing through the water, and occasionally, there would be gentle sounds of water lapping at the edge of the pool.
Lysandra seed completely oblivious to anything else happening around her as she continued her laps, her mind clearly focused solely on the movent of her body.
It was an incredible sight to behold.
Asher leaned against the stone wall nearby, crossing his arms and enjoying the view of the woman swimming back and forth in front of him. Her face was determined yet serene as she cut through the water like a knife through butter.
She was wearing a black bikini that showed off her cleavage as her large breasts bounced up and down with every stroke. Her small waist curved out into wide hips and a round bottom, which he watched jiggle with her movents.
The way that her firm buttocks swayed slightly as she pushed herself forward made Asher think about how it might feel to sink his fingers into that smooth skin and pull her against him.
Her shoulders were broad yet delicate enough to give her feminine fra definition. He studied her toned abs, rippling with muscles underneath silky smooth flesh.
Her thighs were strong yet supple, flexing with each powerful kick that propelled her along the pool. The long legs carried her effortlessly through the water, and he found himself srized by each and every movent of her sleek form.
Watching Lysandra swim was an absolute pleasure, and Asher realized that he could have stood there all night watching her glide through the water like this.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Aunt Lyssa?" Asher's voice broke the silence as it echoed throughout the private pool area.
Upon hearing that familiar deep voice speaking, Lysandra paused in her swim, slowing down before coming to a full stop.
Lysandra then turned to face the direction she'd heard the voice co from, only to discover her nephew, Asher Blake. The young man was leaning nonchalantly against the wall as his eyes took in her half-naked body. He was clad in black pants and a white shirt, with the first few buttons undone. A black blazer was draped over one of his arms. His clothes fit him well and showed off his lean physique.
She got to the edge of the pool and climbed out of the water in one smooth motion, her gray hair still glistening with droplets of water as it clung to her scalp.
With an easy grin that seed to brighten up his handso features even more, the man sauntered over to her. His steps were unhurried and asured, like those of a prowling panther stalking its prey.
There was an air of confidence about him that was evident from the way he carried himself. It wasn't arrogant or obnoxious, but rather, it ca across as natural and effortless, much like his good looks.
Seeing his approach, Lysandra felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. It didn't help that she was currently wearing nothing except her skimpy swimwear.
Giving him a playful look, she asked teasingly, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? Are YOU enjoying the show?"
Not being put off in the least by her taunting question, Asher replied, "More than you know."
"Oh really?" Lysandra laughed, not at all surprised by his answer since she had been aware that he had changed a lot from his shy personality.
"Well then," Lysandra said as she turned away from the young man in front of her and stretched both arms up above her head.
Her breasts jiggled within her swimsuit and threatened to spill out of its confines. She noticed the younger man's hungry eyes roaming all over her exposed body, devouring every inch of her.
"I guess you'll enjoy the rest of the show too!" She announced this before jumping backwards into the pool and performing a perfect jackknife dive.
The splash of cold water refreshed her hot skin and helped ease her inner tension. Her eyes opened underwater, and she watched as bubbles escaped from between her parted lips, rising rapidly towards the surface above. She loved the sensation of weightlessness and freedom that she experienced while swimming underwater.
This feeling always invigorated her whenever she did so, making it impossible for her to keep herself from indulging in such simple pleasures whenever the opportunity arose.
A second later, Lysandra surfaced near one of the edges of the pool, and Asher made his way toward her. "You know, Aunt Lyssa, you never fail to surprise . I've seen many people, but never soone as bold and confident as you."
"That's quite the complint, dear nephew." She flashed him a proud smile. "Although it seems like you've learned to beco confident as well," Lysandra replied, impressed by her nephew's growth in character.
"It's all because of you... and mother," he confessed, rembering his past experiences with the two influential won in his life.
Lysandra recalled that he used to be a shy kid who tried to avoid contact with the opposite sex as much as possible. She and Aria would tease the poor boy and play tricks on him all the ti just to see if he'd react. Of course, he eventually grew out of that stage, becoming more mature and sensible than before.
Nowadays, however, Asher bead with confidence and charm, making him irresistible to most won, including her.
"Oh, please! You're a young man who finally knows how to appreciate what's in front of him! Don't bla it on and your mother!" Her words made him laugh as he shook his head, amused by her response.
After finishing his short chuckle, Asher turned his head toward her once again and remarked, "At least now I won't be teased by the both of you anymore..."
"Hmmm?~ Who knows...?" She winked at her nephew and asked, "Are you going to join ?"
"No, I'm not in the mood." Asher quickly refused, preferring to stand and talk with his aunt.
"Why not?" She tilted her head and gazed up at the young man before her. "Just take off your clothes and jump in already. I swear, I won't bite you."
A smug grin spread across his handso face as he stared back at her, replying, "I know. But even if you do, I don't mind it anyway."
His comnt earned him an eye roll and a snort of laughter. Lysandra turned back around and began to float aimlessly on the calm surface of the pool.
With a quick shake of her head, she just looked at Asher, letting her body drift along with the gentle waves of water.
The sound of rippling water and a night breeze were the only things audible around them, making the atmosphere feel much more intimate.
Asher then removed his clothing and threw it carelessly onto the deck chair beside the pool.
Looking at his bare torso, she admired his tall, muscular build and smooth skin. His abs were perfectly sculpted, while his strong arms bulged with muscle.
His short black hair glead in the starlight, and his piercing blue eyes glimred with mischief. Asher then jumped into the pool with an enormous splash that sent waves of water crashing over her body, temporarily subrging her into the depths of the pool.
She soon resurfaced, wiping the wet strands of hair away from her forehead and splashing water at the young man.
"Hey, you little rascal! What the heck are you doing!?"
Asher swam around her and gave no verbal reply. Instead, he suddenly wrapped an arm around her slender waist, catching Lysandra off guard and forcing her to stop swimming. Before she could react to this bold action, he pulled her close to his body and grinned at the expression on her beautiful face.
Lysandra's silver eyes locked gazes with his own sapphire ones. As they did so, she noticed his charming appearance, and he appeared more seductive and attractive than ever in this lighting.
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