It was an extremely hot day. The sun was high in the sky and I was watching the sun rays dance on the surface of the water. Occasionally the light reflected my way and blinded me, but I couldn't tear my gaze away, it was mesmerising.
My attention was suddenly diverted, as Erik entered the pool and made his way from the shallow end to the deeper water and then back again. He made a concerted effort not to look my way, but I would have laid money on it that he knew I was watching him anyway.
He swam for what seemed like an age and the whole time I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Like the dancing light before him, he was captivating.
Some of the kids from the community now jumped up and down on the edge of the pool, trying to get Erik's attention. He laughed as he pulled himself onto the ledge and proceeded to strike up a conversation. After a few minutes he leapt up, shoving one child over his shoulder and tucking another two under each arm, before jumping into the pool, subtly reminding us all of his strength, not that we needed reminding! He was a well-built man, although not overly muscular, which for some reason had always given me the impression that he was quite an authoritative person.
When the group finally bobbed to the surface, the laughing and joking continued and you could see that the onlooking parents found this amusing. Everyone loved Erik. Even I couldn't resist his charms and I didn't even have an entertained kid to use as an excuse for liking him.
I decided I needed to distract myself, so I dove into the pool as far away from Erik and his group of adoring children as I could possibly get. Once in the refreshing water, my mind cleared and I looked back on the success of this summer.
A couple of friends and I had opted to use our savings to have a long overdue holiday, but unfortunately, even after pooling all of our resources we still didn't have a tonne of money and so we had settled on renting a small, two bedroom apartment in a holiday community in Calpe.
My two friends, Danny and Leah, however were a couple and so a lot of the time I found myself alone, as they wanted to spend their holiday swimming together, having romantic meals and doing all the other smushy activities that come with being in a new relationship.
I didn't mind being alone though; I'd gradually explored the town, got a sun tan on the beach, travelled to other towns and villages in the area and even spent one too many afternoons fantasising about several people I'd met on my adventures, including Erik.
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Which is what I ended up doing that afternoon, once I'd returned from the pool. As per usual I started out just daydreaming innocently about what it would be like to kiss a man like Erik, but before long I found that my fingers were caressing my cunt, over my sun dress. Leaning against the kitchen counter, I teased myself by playing around the edges for a while, and then using my own juices as lubricant when I finally inserted a couple of fingers. I made sure to continue stimulating my clit, as I fantasised about Erik picking me up and sitting me on this counter for an ideal fucking height. He would wrap his fingers in my hair and kiss down my jaw, as his cock slid in and out of me. I would gasp under the intense passion and he would take this opportunity to invade my mouth with his tongue, tasting me and I him in return. I would shake as I came on his cock, the pressure of my orgasm causing him to empty his load inside me, only seconds later.
I came hard, as I imagined all this, writhing on the kitchen floor, after having slid down the counter when my legs began to shake. It's at this exact moment when I heard the doorbell ring.
I scrambled to my feet, almost collapsing once more when my legs couldn't hold steady. I balanced myself by holding onto the wall, making my way slowly to the door.
I thought I must still be daydreaming, when I opened the door to find Erik standing there dripping wet, with a gorgeous smile on his face.
"Hi. You left this at the pool", he told me, handing me my towel. He then took in my appearance and must have realised what I'd been up to.
"Thanks," I said, a little bit too late.
"Can I come in for a glass of water? It's boiling out here."
It sounded like an excuse to me, but I couldn't possibly refuse, after he'd done me the favour of returning my towel.
He watched me intently, as I fussed around the kitchen, getting him a glass and then filling it with ice and water. I then handed it to him. He took it, brushing my fingers as he did and then securing my wrist with his other hand, he placed the glass on the counter and moved in for kiss. I was too horny, having just cum, to think straight and so I didn't protest. I barely knew this man, apart from the odd friendly greeting at the pool, and yet I was giving into him so easily.
The kiss got more intense, as he held my head in place, so that he could explore my mouth with his tongue. The fantasy and the reality had started to merge. Before I could stop him, he'd pushed my flimsy thong aside and felt around my cunt. Pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to my face, he showed me my own juices dripping down his fingers.
