Raft Ruckus

 

A story based on preview pictures from MMP Studios RAFT RUCKUS 5.

 

She’d put in a lot of work cleaning house, and had decided she deserved a well-earned respite. So Bela took a break.

She thought floating on the mattress in her backyard pool would be a nice idea. The only downside was the forecast calling for the possibility of rain. But it was certainly warm enough, and a light shower wouldn’t bother her at all.

She stopped in the bedroom to slip into her black bikini, only to pause before putting her top on. A smile teased the corners of her mouth as she thought about going topless. Why not go out like that for a change?

She had privacy in her backyard. But she was shy about parading around with her breasts hanging out. The thought she might be seen – though highly unlikely – was erotic enough to convince her to dispense with her top.

She brought out a towel and tossed it onto a nearby patio chair. Then she walked around and gathered up the air mattress floating in the water near the edge of the pool. Lying on it sounded inviting, especially floating around with her tits hanging out.

She smiled inwardly as she walked to the shallow end and stepped into the pool, dragging the mattress with her. Clouds obstructed the sun; she could smell the coming rain. But a shower would feel good, washing away the heat and humidity of the day.

Bela worked herself up onto the mattress until she was flat on her back, her head propped up by the inflated headrest. She looked up at the sky, luxuriating in the sensation of having her breasts exposed as she floated on the surface. It gave her erotic tingles, and she sighed with contentment. All that work and hassle of putting in a pool had definitely been worth it!

She floated lazily as the warm air caressed her body. She yawned as her eyelids grew heavy. Working in the house had tired her out.

It wouldn’t hurt anything if she caught forty winks. The mattress had no leaks; she certainly wasn’t going to drown. And with the clouds overhead, she didn’t have to worry about sunburn either.

Bela yawned again as she settled into the comfort of the mattress. It was like lying on a waterbed, the gentle rocking seducing her into a feeling of wanting to take a nap. It wasn’t long until she nodded off, her right arm trailing in the water as a gentle rain began to fall…

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His instructions had simply been to make it look like an accident. He was told she had a pool and that an unfortunate drowning would probably not raise any suspicion. So he arrived at the target’s home with a scuba tank and gear on the off-chance it would come in handy.

Making sure he wasn’t seen, he broke into her house and looked all around for her. He might have to knock her our first before getting her in the water. A struggle might leave incriminating marks on her body.

When he couldn’t find her in the house, he checked the backyard. She was actually sleeping on the mattress in the pool. What luck; she was already in position to be drowned!

He quickly analyzed the situation. If he was in his scuba gear – and if she didn’t awaken beforehand – he could pull her right in, making it look as though she’d rolled over. It was only a matter of keeping her submerged until her lungs flooded.

Lewd thoughts flickered through his mind as he stared at her chest. But there was no time to enjoy molesting her alive or dead. He had a job to do, and he considered himself a professional.

He went back to his vehicle and retrieved his scuba gear, once again looking around to make sure no one was watching. Then he slipped into the backyard and proceeded to gear up as quickly and as quietly as possible. She moaned once, making him freeze with concern. But she didn’t stir.

He finished gearing up, checking the air in his tank. He had to hurry or she might awaken and scream once she saw him. His heart pounded a mile a minute, fearful she might wake up and make this harder than it needed to be.

He carefully slipped into the water in a white t-shirt and shorts before swimming directly below her. He was concerned his exhalations might awaken her. She stirred again, and he froze as he instinctively held his breath.

For a frantic moment he was sure he’d been discovered. In a moment of panic he pulled on her arm, abruptly pulling her off the mattress. But when her arms and legs flailed every which way, he got kicked inadvertently, instinctively causing him to let her go…

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Bela burst up to the surface coughing and sputtering as she clung to the raft. She was barely aware it was gently  raining as her heart pounded in her chest. Had she been dreaming and rolled off? Gawd; she could have drowned!

Something grabbed her ankle and pulled her under. She screamed and kicked, dislodging whatever had snagged her. She burst up to grab the mattress, only to be pulled back down as she tried to cling to the mattress for dear life.

This time she felt arms wrap around her as she got a good look at her attacker. This was no dream; this was really happening! Bela screamed as she flailed for the surface, her heart pounding in her chest.

She was pulled back down, arms wrapping around her waist as her attacker grunted. She had no time to question why he was trying to drown her. All she knew was that she had to get back to the surface.

She tried to push him away, tried to pull his arms off from around her body. But he refused to let go until she could feel the ominous burn in her lungs. She reached upward for the surface and the air she needed, wriggling and struggling in his grasp in pure terror.

Bela was in a panic, her lungs screaming at her. She instinctively held her breath, mentally trying to will herself to wake up from what surely had become an awful nightmare. Then he grabbed her arms, crossing them in front of her and rendering her unable to flail around anymore. That’s when she opened her mouth, instinctively gulping water into her lungs.

Bela began to buck and shudder, her breasts bobbing up and down as she grunted and gurgled. The arms held her fast until her struggles lessened as her hair swirled gently around her face. With one last spasm she went limp, her muscles twitching as air slipped out past her parted lips…

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He turned her around to face him, wanting to make sure she had drowned. Her eyes were open wide in horror. But her terrified expression looked vacant, devoid of life. He gently pushed into her stomach a couple times, forcing a few solitary bubbles out of her flooded lungs.

He held her for a good five minutes, making sure the job had been done. He lusted after her breasts, enjoying the sight of her erect nipples. Had her body responded with fearful eroticism at the last moment? Most of them seemed to do just that, and he was grateful for the small gift.

He let her go, watching her drift upward. Her body rose up to the surface where she floated face down, her legs hanging as her arms hung lifeless. The air mattress conveniently floated nearby, ample evidence of a tragic accident in the pool.

He swam to the shallow end and climbed out of the water. He quickly shed his scuba gear and then hauled it out to his vehicle, making sure no one was around. Then he spread a towel on the front seat before sitting down and speeding away.

It was a damn shame. Accidents in the pool happened all the time. She should have known better than to fall asleep on that air mattress. She probably rolled over, got water down her windpipe and drowned herself…

© 2011; 2017 (Text written Jan 25 ’11; ed. Jun 17 ‘17 by riwa)

(Pictures are from MMP STUDIO’S Raft Ruckus 5 and are used with permission for illustration purposes only.)

(Raft Ruckus Clip © 2010)