CHAPTER 3
Christina cleared the books from her table with one angry swipe, she was frustrated at her lack of concentration, her body demanded sex. God she had masterbated so many times that day she had lost count, she didn't know what Anita had done to her, but she would find out. She must have been given some sort of drug.
She looked at her watch, eight fifteen, maybe a quick workout at the gym, or a few lengths in the pool would get her back on track, she doubted it, but it was worth a try.
"Hey Christina," Alan smiled, looking up at the clock. "You're a late comer, and on a Sunday night."
Christina smiled, and lit up his night. "Restless, thought a bit of a workout might help settle me."
"Well the place is yours, there's not another person here. Kelly just left, and I'm just gonna tidy up a bit until ten."
Christina nodded. "Thanks, I promise not to get in your way."
"That could never happen," he smiled. He had watched her work out many times, like quite a few of the female members, she was a sight to behold, and with her hard body and fitness, he thought she'd be fantastic in bed.
She toyed with the weights, hit the treadmill for a bit, and skipped, nothing worked. She went to the change room and slipped into her speedo's, pulled her long hair back into a pony tail, and hit the pool. Alan was delighted. Some times she had chatted with him at the end of a session, her wet speedo's clinging to her body, hiding nothing. Stuck to her nipples, showing every dimple, her mound exaggerated and frequently just a showing of her slit, God she was such a sexy horny bitch, he thought, well they were alone tonight, was there a chance?
He changed into his own speedo's, like Christina's, they showed his assets, he was fairly well hung, probably about five inches, expanding to seven fully erect, enough to satisfy a lot of ladies he had found out, quite a few from the gym.
After locking the front door, he went to the far side of the pool and slipped into the water quietly, she didn't know he was there, until she stopped for a break, hoisting herself up onto the side of the pool. She watched him swim a couple of laps, then swim across and join her, her speedo's were clamped against her body like a second skin.
"Decide to join me?" she smiled.
"Too late for anyone else to come, and I swim every night," he told her, climbing from the pool and sitting beside her.
Christina realised she still had a problem, as she checked out his cock, and felt that surge down into her groin. It was the first time she had seen his body, and he was very nicely built, obviously, runninf a gym, he worked out, and in his speedo's, it was like seeing him nude.
She slipped back into the water. "I might do a few more laps."
He slipped into the water beside her. "Want me to pace you?"
"If you want," she smiled.
One down and back, and she realised she had done enough.
"Finished?" he smiled.
She nodded. "Yeah, I can't get into it tonight."
He took a chance. He reached over and slipped her shoulder straps down.
"What about a lap in the nude, I always swim in the nude."
At first she didn't reply, or resist, so he kept pulling her speedo's down.
"Actually I like swimming nude," she told him, unfazed, somehow she knew this was going to happen. "That's why I like Speedo's, they're like second skin."
He nodded. "Mmmmm, I know."
He pushed her speedo's off, down over her feet with his, then his own, she could see his partly erect cock through the water. They swam a little way, enjoying the flow of water over their skin, then he kissed her and grabbed her cunt. She responded, pushing it hard onto him and her tongue into his mouth, this was what she needed, something to satisfy her craving for sex.
He helped her from the pool, and fucked her on a poolside bench, then took into the lounge, for some real sex.
Christina melted as she felt his cock slid into her cunt. She wanted him to keep fucking her until it stopped feeling good, hopefully never.
Alan was absolutely delighted at having broken the ice with Christina. Several times he had been tempted, but something stopped him. He thought it was because she was such a hot looking babe, and would have a heap of guys in tow, he hated rejection.
After the first couple of times together, he realised she was on a mission with her studies, and let very little distract her, he also found out that she needed sex relief or she couldn't study.
Christina was also happy. Alan had told her Sunday nights were dead, people getting ready for work the following day, he assumed, was the cause.
"So my lovely," he smiled and squeezed her hand. "You are welcome to join me and swim nude every Sunday night. I can close early, around eight, eight thirty, and we can enjoy each other's company for a few hours, or whatever you want. The cleaners don't come in until after twelve, so we have the place to ourselves.
Christina smiled. "Thanks, sounds great."
She joined him the following Sunday night, for what she now called S & S, swim and sex, she then missed a couple of weeks, and saw him pretty frequently for a few weeks.
"I'm taking you out on Sunday," he told her.
She ran her finger down his stomach to his still half erect cock.
"I thought you had to work," she said.
"I'm taking a day off," he said. "The first time in a long time."
He told her to pack a lunch, a towel and sunscreen.
"Where are we going?" she smiled.
"Molly's Cove," he grinned. "Ever been there before?"
Molly's Cove, was the local nude beach.
She shook her head. "No, but I've always wanted to."
The road in was a few hundred metres long, through trees, and with paddocks each side. A sign announced the parking lot, and when they turned in, Christina was surprised to see nude people unpacking their beach gear from their cars. She had expected to see them in their swimming gear, and getting undressed on the beach. Not here, this was a true nudist venue. She followed Alan's lead, and when he stripped off, she did the same. They got their stuff and walked a few metres through the trees, onto the beach.
