Please excuse the grammer etc. Im on a mobile. Also, this is my first go at it..
I’d met her a week earlier. A quick introduction as I am to be her swim instructor in a few weeks, a temporary stand in. Erin was her name. Tall, slim, pale clear skin with freckles, and kind blue green eyes. Greying brewnette hair loosely worn with a tie back. Newly 50. She didn’t look her age, I would have guessed later 30’s/ early 40’s. It was only when she mentioned her past birthday did I realize her greying hair. We hit it off almost Immediately. She was terrified of deep water, an entrepenur, climate activist, a foodie (whatever that meant), and actively trying to date. An interesting woman, no doubt.
She wears this plum purple two piece suit. Bottoms are high waisted, but its her top that I can’t help gaze at. I dont think shes noticed me staring. Her perfect b cups, they fit her. Her chest rises and falls as she trys to regain her breath after tackling a few bobs. As she stands up I can see her hardened nipples through her top, perky, and probably pink. I stand guard over her and the other 25 patrons in the pool, but I can’t help but linger near her. When we talk she’s full of interesting tid bits, facts of life, things that remind me shes 22 years my senior. Strangely though, it makes me more interested. She smells good and well I can’t help but to wonder what her pussy smells like.