It was a Sunday afternoon in January- you know the sort. A gunmetal sky, constant light rain, cold enough to want gloves. I decided to go for a swim and a sauna to warm up and kick off the gloomy thoughts that tend to gather at this time of year.
I walked to a small hotel in the centre of the town. It has a leisure facility that always seems deserted. Along the Victorian high street, the red brick buildings looked gloomy in the early dusk. A church clock chimed four.
Inside I changed into my black trunks. I saw myself in the mirror as I passed and was not dissatisfied. Mid thirties, decent shape for a desk worker. Dark hair and beard and chest, shoulders and back kept smooth. I put a towel round my neck and went into the sauna. As I pulled the door to I saw I was not alone.
She was lying on the upper bench, towel under her head and folded over her eyes. She had a ocean blue one piece swimsuit on that rose high on her hips. One of her knees was lifted a little. I paused, thought of saying something. But she didn’t move or seem to notice me. I sat at the other end leant back against the hot wood, breathed in the scalding air, that dry scent of pine. I glanced over again and saw the white cable from her earphones snaking under her headrest. My gaze lingered. Her legs were pointing away from me. I saw beads of sweat that collected on her breasts and rolled into the valley between them. The material arched up and curved around above her nipples. I adjusted my shorts and closed my eyes, sinking into the warmth, hoping not to embarrass myself.
Ten minutes and a shower later I eased into the pool, which was surrounded by several cheesy fake palms. Up above through a long slanted glass window I saw a couple in their seventies taking a leisurely turn on the cross-trainers. I put on my goggles and swam. I lack swimming technique but I got into the flow all the same. A few lengths in I saw a dark flicker out of the corner of my eye and a second later she passed me swimming in the opposite direction. A flash of pale thigh, the narrow of an ankle, red toenails.
I took a rest at the end, my arms along the side. She carried on and when she turned I sunk underwater and watched her. It felt risky – she could have stopped and called me out at any moment. As she swam away I saw her legs move, a faint ripple through her muscles. Her arms reached and each time I saw a flash of dark hair underneath them, then the lightness is the side of her breast through the stretched arm-hole of the suit. When she took a break I began to swim again. It must have been obvious I only started swimming when she was looking because when I passed her I saw the moon of her smile, even though it was half hid behind a hand.
I decided to finish up in the sauna again. I had just sat down when she came in. It was the first time I had seen her properly. She was a few years younger than me. Perhaps late twenties or early thirties. She had a nose piercing and her dark hair was up in a messy bun. She had a wide smile and under a narrow brow, almond eyes. This time we sat at opposite ends of the room – which wasn’t that so far apart.
‘Melanie,’ she said. Her accent was French.
‘Stuart,’ I said. ‘Hi.’
‘You are Australian?’ She smiled.
‘Kiwi, actually,’ I grinned back. ‘But I’ll let it go this time’
She nodded, adjusted her towel. ‘You were, ah, looking at me in the pool?’
I blushed, but with the heat and the dim sauna lights she might not have seen it. ‘Just a bit.’ I shrugged. ‘Need some tips on technique.’
A laugh. ‘You are like a cat trying to swim,’ she said. ‘But with nicer legs.’
‘Ah!’ I jumped at this. ‘So you were looking at me too.’
‘Naturally,’ she said plainly. ‘You are handsome. You may look at me if you wish.’ She brought her hand to the side of her neck. Ran it round to the back where she was getting hot. I caught another glimpse of the fur under her arm. She caught my eye. She saw a glint.
She leaned back now, one elbow on the bench higher than her. It stretched the Lycra across her breast, highlighting her nipple which was half hard. I knew where this was heading but she made certain: she reached out with her foot and pinched my leg with her toes.
I grabbed her ankle. Her legs were open. She parted her mouth a little, as if she liked the restraint. We paused for a second in this curious pose. Her hand, that had been on her neck, moved over her body. Over her breast to between her thighs. She lifted her head in a sort of reverse nod. Looked at my trunks.
‘I want to see,’ she said. I undid the bow of the cord with embarrassing pace. Yes ma’am. I slid my shorts down to my thighs. My uncut cock was there, already half hard, five inches towards its full eight. I had trimmed a few weeks ago and so I had a halo of dark hair around it. She seemed approving. Her toes pointed towards my member. She pushed the gusset of her swimsuit to the side. Her bikini line was done but otherwise she had a full bush, broken only by a glisten of pink and wetness.
She slid closer on the bench and wrapped her hand round my cock and kissed me. It was cute at first, an edge of innocence, then she pushed her tongue into my mouth and that was gone. She squeezed me hard and I slid one then a second finger into her ready pussy. She was tight and she flexed her kegels to show she meant business. She moaned into my mouth. I felt her soft tits through the swimsuit, the wet material hot to touch. She shuffled even closer and I felt my cock rub against her bush. She moved, ground herself against my length. The smell of our superheated sex filled the little room.
She bit my lip playfully, then pulled away laughing. She got up. ‘Come on,’ she said.
I scrambled back into my shorts and followed her ass as she swayed her way up the stairs towards the changing rooms. Without a look behind she went into the women’s. I waited and hearing nothing else went in. She was disappearing into a shower cubicle. I followed.
The water was flowing as I came in and I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She dropped my trunks and began to stroke my cock with two hands, occasionally touching my stomach or balls. The heat from the sauna and the change in temperature made me feel lightheaded and when she kissed back against me I leaned against the grey tiles of the wall and slid down so I sat in the shower tray. She followed me down and, without warning, pushed her swimsuit to the side again and squatted down on my cock.
I swore. She gasped as I spread her pussy open. She was tight but slippery wet. I held her ass as she began to ride me, lowering herself to take my full length within a few strokes. I reached up to squeeze her breast and she threw her head back and the water cascaded over us. I sat up a little more and we moved so her legs were round me, both of us sitting now, and she looked down in turned-on surprise and delight and watched me penetrating her.
She put her hand to her clit and rubbed a little and then she did something else. Every time I pulled back she would grip my cock and squeeze it slightly. I slowed and let her do it. I would penetrate her and she would moan. Then I would pull back and she would give me a long stroke in her little fist before She guided me back inside her. It was so good. I was moaning too. She slid one of the straps off her shoulder and I kissed her neck and her mouth and put my hands under her ass and pulled her onto me deeper.
I moved her onto her back, the shower water falling over me and pooling around us as I pushed her knee up and took her again. I could control the pace now and I gave it to her slowly at first, broken up with five or ten faster thrusts. She liked it a lot and held onto my back and swore in French. She squeezed her thighs together.
‘Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer…’
She licked her lips. ‘Cum on me…’
I spread her legs and gave it to her deep for another twenty seconds before I felt myself tipping over. ‘Fuck…’
I pulled back and stroked my cock. She put her hands behind her head. Thick cum spurted over the front of her swimsuit and over her armpit. A second rope hit her belly and exposed pussy. I breathed. The water cleaned us.
‘Visit my room when you’re changed,’ she said, stroking my cock. ‘You need to make me cum’
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