It was his smile that first attracted her. Christina had a wedding coming up in a few months. Now in her forties, starting over in a gym seemed too awkward. She could never wear those tight leggings the younger women at work wore. As far as Christina was concerned, her calves and thighs were too fat. And as for her bum, although she promised herself to do exercises every day, her bum had grown bigger, wider, and softer, when it should have been getting firmer. Swimming every morning would be a nice way to lose weight.
She dug out her one-piece swimsuit, as in one that would hold in her ample stomach and boobs. When she booked the swimming pool, she chose the slow lane, hoping no one she knew would be there. That first time she walked out to the swimming pool she noticed that the slow lane contained all old men and women. Not too bad, she thought, I should be able to keep up with this lot. And then she saw him. He may have been a couple of years older than her (but she had always had a thing for older men), but he still had a pretty good figure from what she could see.
As she began to swim, he came down the other side of the lane and gave her a smile and a friendly "good morning." She managed to do twenty lengths before getting out. It had been hard work, but she felt pretty good. For the rest of the week, she noticed it was the same crowd for each lane, including the man who spoke to her. In fact, he said "good morning" every morning, until what they would both later call, "the incident."
Christina had finally managed to swim for nearly an hour. As she headed towards the steps in the shallow end, an old lady offered to let her pass. Christina replied, "No, thanks, I don't like to come first."
She heard laughing behind her. It was him. Christina blushed and explained that she didn't like to be first going through doors and up steps. He replied that as a gentleman he always let ladies go first, but he would make an exception for a lady like her. She thanked him. It also gave her a chance to look at his bum.
As she walked out of the leisure centre, he came over and apologised for laughing and hoped he didn't embarrass her. She laughed and said she was the only other person young enough to get the joke. He said his name was Jack, and that a few of the swimmers sometimes get a coffee in the café after swimming if she ever wanted to join them. That night when Christina got into bed, she thought that Jack seemed nice. Nice eyes, nice smile, and she had to admit there were a few things that made her feel slightly naughty. She noticed the strong muscles in his arms. His chest had just the right amount of hair, and you could see he kept fit. So many of her friends' husbands had hit their forties and stopped doing anything. She knew she was just as guilty, but she was a single mum with two kids in their twenties still living at home.
Over the next couple of weeks she noticed that Jack would swim beside her up and down the lane. Some of the older swimmers would stare, as you were meant to swim single file. But Jack, with his big shoulders and tattoos, looked like he could handle himself. Christina found herself laughing every morning as the banter and innuendo went on as they went up and down the pool. Strange how she might have been more reserved if she had been more dressed. Her body was not what it used to be. When she went to bed, her breasts were now more friendly with her armpits than a man's hand. But he didn't seem to care, he just liked to make her smile.
He told her he was technically separated, but still lived with his wife because of the mortgage. The plan was to downsize and buy a place of his own. She told him she had finished with her last partner two years ago when she found out he was married. She only found out when she saw pictures of him on holiday with his family. What was worse, he had asked to borrow money from her to pay for it. It seemed as well as sharing a sense of humour, both felt as though they had been people pleasing most of their lives and wanted a change. She wanted to look good for a family wedding, and her ex tried to join her. She had said no. But then somehow, she had been duped into going away to Egypt for a week with him, which he promised to pay for his share as soon as he could.
'We won't have sex,' she said to Jack. 'It's not that sort of a relationship. In fact, I haven't had sex in two years.'
Jack shrugged. 'I can believe it. And guess what, you're not first on that one either. I haven't had sex in three years.'
Christina was able to tell Jack everything. Her likes, her problems, and her thoughts, all without judgement. Lying in bed at night she also had fantasies where she would get into the end shower cubicle, and he would follow in behind her. It would start with him rubbing the back of her shoulders as she stood under the shower. Then his strong arms would reach around and across her waist. She could feel his chest as he kissed her shoulders and the side of her neck. Then his hands cupped her breasts, and he gently glided his thumbs over the nipples pushing through her swimsuit. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her arse. The kissing became stronger, causing a wave of excitement. He turned her around.
She stared into his eyes, not knowing what to do next.
'I want you,' he whispered. He kissed her as he slid his hands from her waist to the small of her back. As he pulled her in, he kissed her again. Then another kiss. She opened her mouth. As their tongues explored each other she moved her hand down to the bulge in his swimming trunks. She closed her eyes and felt his firm cock.
Jack slipped one hand on the waist of his trunks and pulled them down. It had been years since Christina had done anything like this. She took hold of it and began to slide her hand up and down. Jack groaned with pleasure. He whispered again.
'Turn around.'
She did as she was told.
He took the straps of her swimsuit and slid it down as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. No man had seen her truly naked for years. She couldn't remember the last time she had made love when it wasn't in the dark. Her body had become a bit of an embarrassment, but not to Jack.
'You little sex pot,' he said. 'You are fucking gorgeous.' He squeezed her arse and the flesh on her hips. 'I want to lift you up against the wall and fuck you senseless.' He looked at her body and gave a growl of appreciation. Christine could feel his cock get even harder. She opened her legs slightly as one finger gently rubbed across her pussy and then slipped inside her.
'You are so wet,' he said. 'And I fucking love it.'
All her life Christine had tried to please others; family, partners, kids, work. But for the last few years she had wanted someone to please her. She wanted someone to desire her as a woman, to pay her attention to what she had to say; and there were some nights when what she really wanted was a man to give her a deep hard pounding.
Jack lifted one leg up from underneath her thighs. Then he lifted the other leg and wrapped it around his waist. She could feel the tip of his cock on her pussy as she opened her legs wider. Jack pushed her against the wall. His cock found the spot. He let it move in an inch inside her, throbbing. She could feel herself trembling. Jack looked into her eyes.
'You are fucking amazing.'
He pushed half his cock into her, then pulled out, then went a bit deeper, pulled out, and went deeper still. Finally, he thrust his cock as if he was trying to hit the wall. She felt herself cuming. Jack did not stop. Pushing up on his feet, he kept going, building a rhythm, getting deeper and faster. She closed her eyes as she started to climax.
And then Christina would open her eyes and realise she was in her own bed, her fingers gently rubbing her wet clit as she thought about Jack being inside her. She stopped and listened in the darkness. Her two kids were in their own rooms doing their own thing. She went to the toy she kept hidden, the one she had got because it was the most silent. Lying on the bed, she brought herself to a climax.