I sat there in my green costume with a silky kaftan over the top. I'm pleased I chose this one - the greens and golds look rich, plus it suits my blonde, curly hair.
I was trying to read a novel, 'The Secret' I'd picked up on a whim, hoping to concentrate enough to finish it. Sipping my coffee, I looked up and caught a glimpse of you, tall with dark hair, your toned, beautiful body tanned, either from a holiday or sunbed? I couldn't tell. Navy trunks only just hiding what you had tucked away.
Here again I thought..... Lucky me!
Cup settled back onto the saucer I tried again to read, I glanced up as you slid into the water.
I watched you as you swam up and down. Your arms are strong.
I see the muscles in your legs.
I've imagined so many things and so many filthy thoughts. My mind wanders as I see us together. Each time I see you taking me from behind your strong hands holding my hips as you're pounding my pussy until she reaches orgasm.
I come back to the here and now, but I feel the wetness seeping from my wanton pussy
Tut, tut! You filthy bitch! I laugh!
I presume I'm old enough to be his mum, but what the hell!
You are oblivious to me watching you. Oblivious to the fact that I have been fantasising about you for a while. You move with such grace gliding through the water like a shark after its lunch..... yeah I'll be your lunch!
Time goes by, my cappuccino finished and I've hardly read anything in this book.
I watch as you finally leave the pool, your body glistening, I can see the muscles in your legs as you approach me - jeez man! You are delicious!
You walk by me.
For a second our eyes meet, but you don't actually see me.
I, on the other hand, am so embarrassed that my skin automatically turns red.
Great! What a loser!
I want you so badly that my pussy throbs as my mind goes into overdrive.
I've waited a long time.
Another few days won't hurt!
Listen to me! I sound like a bloody stalker.
But... I will have you. I have no doubt about that.
A few days later, I'm walking down the street, wearing my new sage green off the shoulder wool dress, with my cream Burberry maxi coat over the top. My Dior red lipstick looks great against my pale skin, my eye make-up is the usual smoky look with lots of black mascara. My ox-blood Doc Martins finish my look. My mind in another place, as per usual.
I walk headlong into someone.
"Damn, I am so sorry." I mumble bringing myself back to the here and now.
I finally look up at you.....
Oh my god! It's swimming pool man!! However, today his gorgeous body is clothed in an obviously expensive Armani black suit, black shirt
with a very impressive black silk tie. His shoes I think are Gucci, black matt, finishing off his impeccable look.
He smiles and says, " It's fine."
I blush uncontrollably. Why oh why do I blush? I'm an adult, for Christ sake!
His smile is beautiful. I'm already like a schoolgirl with a crush.
"Where are you heading with your mind elsewhere?" he asks.
"Um I was gggoing for a coffee.." I stammer.
He looks at me and smiles again, "Mind if I join you?"
Mind????? OMG - if only you knew!
We walked to the nearest independent coffee shop.
He bought the drinks which was kind. I wonder if he knows what kind of coffee I drink?
Walking back to the table I noticed he had a cold sparkling water. Maybe he doesn't like hot drinks... weird but fine! Hehe. He places in front a
strong black coffee, he smirks and states 'I presume this is what you drink'?.
I answer honestly 'Um, no not really but its fine'
He laughs, and says 'oh aren't we the sassy one?
We sit in the corner and talk about everything and nothing. Surprisingly our chat flows easily. Perhaps he's not as arrogant as my first impression. I do know however that this guy smells heavenly. I think its Jean Paul Gautier, its fresh and inviting.
Then he says,
"I've seen you at the pool!!!!!"
"Wwwwhat?" I stammer. Omg busted!
He smiled and added, "You like what you see, I think!"
Big headed sod! 'Like what you see' in your dreams hunn,!
Fuck who am I trying to kid? I can't even look at him.
"Look at me," his voice has changed - it was not a request.
I look up.
He says, "So, tell me little Miss Innocent what do you think about as you watch me?"
I feel his hand on my leg moving very slowly up to my panties. Jesus Christ, man you're moving way too fast!
What the hell have I got myself into here?
I put my hand on his.
