Annabelle's Diary: Singapore, Chapter 2
Grahame was Australian, one of the visiting speakers for the program in Singapore, and had arrived the afternoon before he would be presenting. I thought I might find him out at the pool, so I went there when the session was over for the day to introduce myself and see that he had everything he needed. I saw him sitting in a deck chair on the opposite side of the pool, and because he was resting with his eyes closed, I had plenty of opportunity to observe him as I walked around the deck to his side.
He fit what I thought of as the classic Aussie profile –- blond and tanned, with a swimmer’s lean body. He wore the kind of skimpy bikini bathing suit that hasn’t been popular in the states for a long time, and the shape of his penis was clear. He was 40 or 45, but aging very well – well muscled and without excess fat around his waist. He must have heard me then, because he turned his head slightly, opened his eyes and smiled at me. His eyes were a brilliant blue that seemed to look right inside me, and his grin flashed beautifully even teeth.
“G’day”, he said, in his best Aussie accent for tourists and the grin became playful. “Come to join me?” He indicated the table beside his chair which held an icy gin and tonic, half empty. He motioned for the poolside waiter and when I nodded, ordered me a drink and himself another. We made our introductions and then sat with our drinks talking business as the afternoon turned into evening. Finally he said, “One more dip in the pool, and then how about some dinner?” I watched as he dove in and swam the length of the pool and back. He was lovely to watch – an accomplished swimmer with an effortless stroke and a great tight ass. He pulled himself quickly out of the pool and stood dripping in front of me, his crotch just at my eye level. I was staring, I admit, and as my eyes lifted to his face he grinned again and reached for his towel.