The sun poked into the break in the blinds this morning alerting me to the speed in which the day was already passing. Without hesitation, I flipped the light cotton quilt off my naked body and bounced to my feet. There were things to do, and a great many places to go today.
The first of those places was the gym. In a promise made to myself and in statements to a friend of high accountability, my destiny is the gym for re-creation of my health.
The workout began as usual. Entering the facility, greeted by people who are far too cheery at a gym at that crazy sunrise hour. A peek into the pool area started the visit. It helps in knowing how crowded the lanes are. Only one man in the whole pool. This is only the second time I've witnessed a man swimming here. I backed out of the hallway to the weight/work out area and headed for my favorite - the rowing machine.
Watching those beside me pedaling away on the stationary bikes and treadmills, I realize how fortunate I am that I'm one of the few to enjoy rowing. Providing a workout of the entire body, including cardio if I stroke hard enough, sweat happens quickly, breathing intensifies next and by the end of 15 minutes of stroking and sliding along the hard long bar, I dismount and make my way to the pool.
He is still there. Nice upper body. Most likely attributed to the swimming actions. He says good morning. I respond and ease into the heated pool. Ducking under two lines, I am in the lane to the far side of him. I watch for a few seconds while I get my goggles in place. We pass one another several times before I stop for my first breather between laps.
When I finally resume my swimming, I duck under water to get a good kick off the wall to feel the water careening over my face. There is a special freedom associated with my memories of childhood swimming. I can see so clearly under the water's surface. Bobbing up to the surface, I see him coming towards me in the next lane. His pace is so much faster than mine. I keep on as I was, and each time I leave for another lap, under I go. Goggles want to fog up each time, but I can still see fine.
The next round, I swim along noticing the sun rising through the tall narrow window at the back of the building. When he passes the strip of sunshine, I launch into my next lap. By the time I am about to come to the surface, he is only a few strokes in front of me. I catch the profile of his body under water.
Breathing is immediately thrown off. As I break the water's surface a gasp is followed by a gulp and choking. Feet now to the floor, I regain composure before resuming my lap.
Once more, we cross paths headed towards one another and while under water this time, I catch him looking back at my bathing suit as I struggled to keep the straps on my shoulders. With too strong of a push off the wall, they tended to slip and expose more of my breasts than should happen in a public pool. Since water tends to distort, I worried less about that suit today - until this moment when my skin was exposed beyond anticipation.
He stopped when he got to the wall, which was a bit unusual. Typically, he'd swim laps non-stop. This time, however my look of panic caught his eye. His eye caught mine and as I stared at him, my hand stopped trying to arrange my exposed nipple. He broke the stare first to look down at my chest. As I followed his line of sight, I grabbed the whole thing with full fist, which then looked as though I were about to feed it to him. We both blushed and he reached to help me tuck it back in my suit.
We laughed a bit at it, and he went back to a few more laps to round off his even hour in the pool. On his first return, I dipped under water just as he approached the wall. While under, I was able to get a better close-up of his suit and all it held within it. Nice bulge of a package, and when he realized what I was doing there, he spread his legs a bit further for a nicer show for me. I reached towards him and he used just his arms to swim himself back in my direction. My hand landed precisely on his stuff.
Coming up with a gasp for air, he pulled me towards him, pressed himself against my hot wet body and kissed me to take away whatever remaining breaths I had.
We floated, body to body towards the far corner of the pool to the elongated stairs. He reclined, and fully embracing my body, took me close in his arms and continued the kiss. It was easy enough to slide my hands behind him and into his suit. Criss-crossing my arms made things simple for the removal of his suit.
I was wedged between his legs on the stairs, with his knees comfortably beneath my arms. Body floating weightlessly off the stairs in the pool, he reached forward with both hands, rubbing my back, caressing my arms, playing with my long hair as it floated and wafted in the water across my back. He leaned forward as far as he could and dragged his fingertips along the back of my thighs, across my ass, with a little play along the way and finally, when he got to my waist, he held the edge of the top of my bathing suit and unlatched it at my neck. My breasts floated out of the bathing suit and sort of bobbed between his thighs.
With my face between his pecs, I breathed in the ever-so masculine scent of him. I kissed his chest as I enjoyed mine to be kissed. He enjoyed it equally as much, but felt the overstimulation of his nipples in the new sensation.
