(_|_) Fun in Retirement – The Pool [MF]

I’m a 72 year old retired widower now living in a retirement village and having the time of my life with friends (especially with some of the women). What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to. Here are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.

There is a pool at the retirement village but it is small and used mostly by residents with various ailments and mobility problems. Those of us in the ‘Supper Club’ prefer to go to the local public pool in the morning about once a week to swim a few laps in some attempt to keep a little fit. Some days we have four of us go, other days it may only be two. This week it was only two of us, Glenda (early 70s) and me.

We usually get there around 9:00am and leave by 11:00am. Some of the time is spent swimming and the remainder soaking it up in the spa chatting.

On this day, we had finished the swimming and had been in the spa until our fingers were all wrinkly so it was time to leave. As we were walking to the change rooms we could hear lots of kids. A school had arrived and they were in getting changed. We had see this before, and to be blunt, it is horrible being in the change room with a lot of kids.

As we got closer, a mother and her two little children came out of the “Family Change Room”. I looked at Glenda and asked “Ho about there instead?”, pointing at the closing door.

“Anything to avoid the kids.” she replied. So we went in.

The door closed and we looked around. There was a shower, without a shower screen, toilet in the other corner, a hand wash basin, a baby change table, and a long bench seat to put all of your gear on to keep it off the wet floor. We put our bags on the long bench seat.

“It was your idea, so you get the shower first.” Glenda said to me.

We have seen each other naked before at the beach a few times, so it was pretty easy to drop my bathers and head for the shower. I started the shower and adjusted the temperature to suit and hopped under. Grabbing my shampoo I lathered up what hair I still have (short, white, and starting to thin) while facing away from Glenda. Next thing is I hear “Do you want a hand?” Glenda was right behind me and started to rub in the shampoo. That’s a very nice feeling. Finally I rinsed out the shampoo and turned to look at Glenda. She was still in her bathers. As I rinsed off the rest of my body, Glenda went back to her bag, turned to face me and proceeded to slowly remove her bathers. For her age she has a great set of boobs.

She walked back to me and the shower with her shampoo bottle in hand. “Will you wash my hair?” she asked while handing me the bottle. Who was I to refuse? She turned under the shower and wet her hair with her back to me. I squirted some shampoo in my hand, put the bottle down, and started to work it into her hair. Feeling a little adventurous I slowly worked down from her head down to her neck and shoulders. There was no protest. I ventured lower, down her upper arms and back. “That’s nice.” she said.

Feeling more confident I worked by hands forward on her upper arms towards her chest. With still no challenge to my advances I made the final move. I cupped a breast in each hand and moved my body in closer and gave her a gentle hug from behind. Shampoo suds were running off Glenda’s head and down her body making it very sensual. I continued to caress her up and down her body. Over her hips, across to her tummy, up to her breasts, and finally down to her crotch.

“Mind if I rinse the shampoo out my hair?” she asked.

“Certainly.” I replied.

With that she put her head under the shower and rinsed all of the shampoo out, turned around to face me, put her arms around me and gave me a warm and deep kiss.

Well, the kiss was followed up by mutual hands roving over each other’s bodies until we knew it was time. Time to go the next and final step. We walked over to the hand basin where Glenda took hold of the sides of it in her hands and bent over. I moved in from behind, fumbled around with my cock trying to line it up… Then when lined up, it just slid in. Glenda was facing down into the basin with her elbows now on the basin as I stroked in and out. It took me longer than it should have, but I finally realised that we were facing a large mirror and I started to watch us in the reflection. Glenda wasn’t watching. Her head was still down.

“Look up.” I said to her.

She turned to her head to look back at me.

“No. In the mirror.” I said.

She turned and lifted her head and looked in the mirror. I could see her eyes open up as she took in what she could see. She lifted her shoulders up so her arms were straight and her palms on the edge of the basin. I found this a great improvement because now I could see her boobs swinging in time in the mirror with my pumping. Glenda wore a happy face. A smile mixed with enjoyment.

I could feel myself getting close to finishing. I wasn’t sure to hurry it up because I knew we couldn’t be in the change room for too long, or whether to prolong it and enjoy more of Glenda. Well, I didn’t have to ponder on this for too long. Nature took control and I came in her.

Some heavy breathing on both of our parts as we wound down post coitus still in position.

We both has a quick shower to clean up after our fun, got dressed, and headed out of the change room as though nothing happened. I found it exciting opening the door to the change room when leaving to see people walking by completely unaware of what we had just been up to only a few minutes before.

After the drive back to the village I parked the car and we went our separate ways. But on the way back we talked and decided that we should be open to something like this happening again. After all, we are (senior) adults.

Ray Voit

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