Indoor Pool

T.H. Sandal's first person narrator recounts a week long encounter whilst at a holiday retreat. Easily distracted, prone to sermonising, you'll want to find out what he gets up to when he meets an upmarket blonde. Ends with a closing textual twist.

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   Neither of us said anything. We stared at each other for a few seconds then, keeping my actions slow and deliberate, I raised my hands to her shoulders, hooked my fingers under the straps of her costume and pulled them down her arms.

    She was already breathing hard from her excursions in the pool, but as the costume descended her mouth opened and she started panting. Not wanting to miss the event, I dropped my gaze and watched closely as both breasts were squeezed under the tight lycra of her costume, revealing themselves in tantalizing inches. I heard her gasp as they emerged with an utterly delightful jolt. They reverberated for less than a second before assuming their natural shape.

    I let go of her costume, leaving it bunched around her upper waist, resumed my gaze into her face, before, again with slow hands, taking hold of both breasts to examine them with a casual disregard of the social niceties. She did nothing to hinder my gentle massage, just stared up at me breathing hard. When I pinioned both nipples with thumbs and forefingers she winced slightly and her hands came up out of the water to rest against my stomach. Slowly they slid up to my pectoral muscles and she gasped as I drew out both her nipples.

    Then she reached up and ripped my goggles off.

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