This starts from the last one, lot more sex in this part.
*****
She's naked in her pool and doesn't know he's there...
I pulled myself across the pool with a lazy backstroke, to reach the bit where the gap in the trees bathed it in glorious sunshine and I swam on my back my eyes closed feeling the heat of the July sun on my body, putting off my Jacuzzi. I let this go on for about three minutes and rolled over to do the same for my back, ready to prop my elbows on the shingle beach.
In rolling over I looked straight into the face of a man lying on his front, his head resting on his hands and a long blade of grass in his mouth.
I spluttered and cried out and splashed about in shock. This made my observer get up on to his knees, bare chested in his concern, but I managed to get my breath and settle myself back into treading water.
"Are you OK?" he shouted across to me.
"OK?" I cried out, backing away from him and to where my rucksack was waiting. I held nothing but a very good coffee making kit and a foil blanket, nothing I could cover my tanned naked body with. "OK!? Just how long have you been spying on me?" I reached part of the water that was deep enough for me to sit on the pebbled bed and still keep my naked body under the water; I folded my arms over my full boobs in part defence, but mostly indignation.
"Spying?" he said coolly and lying back down again, "Spying? I hardly call it spying, you wander through the wonders of the Welsh woodland naked and I'm accused of spying? Not fair Miss..." he paused.
"What? You want to know my name now?"
"Didn't think it would hurt," he said, and put his grass stalk back in his mouth again.
"Might I ask your name?"
"Mike," he said with a smile in a very clear and cultured voice, "Mike Clarke. I'd offer you my hand but... well..."
"Maggie," I said, then coming to myself, "Maggie Wagner." I pointed across to the bank, "And this is Benny, my Labrador."
"Yes, we've met." He said.
"You've what?"
"We've met; on Wednesday when you came over last time. You were resting on the bank over there and he came over and introduced himself." I looked over at my so-called black coated furry protector lying on one side, his long pink tongue lolling gently in the late summer sunshine.
"We both know I wasn't resting Mr Clarke," I said.
"Don't be mad at him," said Mike, "he, like me, knows a good thing when he sees it."
"Whether you like it or not, you were spying on me naked and watching me masturbate."
"This is my fault?"
"Couldn't you have told me you were there and save me all this embarrassment?"
"Sorry, but on Wednesday your boy came and woke me up, I only caught the end of your performance. Besides, how exactly do you approach a beautiful naked woman wearing nothing but a rucksack and a smile? Believe me, when you started to masturbate it only just about made things more difficult for me." He smiled at me, in a nice way, "I must confess when you turned up yesterday and today I was rather pleased and I can only apologise for not alerting you."
"I should think so," I said hotly, "I..."
"But in my defence Miss Wagner, you hardly let the world know you were going to walk naked in my woods and wank in my pool."
This threw me and added to my indignation,
"Your woods?" I snapped, "YOUR pool? I hardly think..."
"Miss Wagner," he grinned, "I assume you are a Miss - partly from your bare ring finger but mostly because you are walking on your own in my woods and wanking, when any man with any soul or intelligence wouldn't let a gorgeous woman like you out of his sight when you are as horny as this."
I blushed, and dropped my eyes down, and saw the cleavage my large bosom was creating under my pressure. He sat cross legged, resting his elbows on his knees. I could now see he was wearing blue denim cut-offs.
"Again with 'your' woods Mr Clarke," I said, not scared but intrigued by this strange but rather handsome man that had, by his own admission, watched me in some of my most intimate private moments and had done no more than watch, and obviously admire.
"My woods Miss Wagner," he stood straight up from his crossed legs and I could finally see his fine torso and well-proportioned and muscled legs. He walked across to what looked like a pile of brush but was actually a shelter he'd built for himself like in some of the prepper films I'd seen. He reached inside and pulled out a few pieces of laminated A4 paper, and checking them headed around to the edge of the pool I was sat on.
Benny rolled over and watched what was going on with interest.
"Here," he said, handing me the document and making no bones that he was looking at my nakedness in the clear water and side boob exposed when I reached my arm out. "Please Miss Wagner I promise you, you have nothing to fear from me and absolutely nothing I haven't seen - three times in fact. Here," he said, "this will make it fair..." he tucked his thumbs into the waist band of his cut offs and undid the button and in a single movement pushed them down past his knees and stepped out of them, catching them with a toe and flipping them back up into his hand. Benny was most impressed with that. "There," he said, "both naked."
He grinned and walked back to where he had been sat before and folded his legs again. I saw that his cock had started to harden and he made no excuses for it, and he saw me looking.
"Sat adjacent to a beautifully tanned, curvaceous and amazingly sexy woman, I'd have to be made of stone not to get an erection." He said.
"I suppose that is a compliment." I said taking time to look at the paper he'd just handed me.
"Oh very definitely." He stayed sat cross legged, his penis getting harder, and larger by the second and it was extremely impressive and by far the biggest I'd ever seen - in the flesh so to speak. I looked at the sheet of A4 - it was a copy of the land registry and title deeds with a small map of the land we were on, and I recognised it the border of my land West of my paddock.
"It seems I'm in your debt Mr Clarke," I said, "I thought this was just woodland."
"And so it is Miss... I'm sorry seeing as we are both sat here naked and I'm mates with your dog, can I call you Maggie?"
"I suppose," I said. I realised that I had had dropped my arms and my breasts were now fully visible to him, "You gave me this on purpose didn't you. So you could see my tits I mean."
"Not at all, I gave you that paper so you could realise that I have slightly more right to be here than you do. The fact that as soon as you started looking at my cock you forgot everything else and relaxed." He smiled, "and don't forget I've been looking at your tits on three separate occasions, and they are quite splendid, probably the nicest I've ever seen."
I decided to call his bluff and sat up so they came out of the water, and I cupped my hands under them so the extended nipples were all but pointing at him.
"Perfect, like I said."
"Thank you," I grinned back at him.
"Would you like a cup of coffee Maggie?" he said.
"Yes," I said. I'd been waiting for an excuse and this was it. I stood up, "let me get it."
He stared at my dark bush and then to my arse as I turned to step out of the water. I took the two steps towards my rucksack and bent down, knowing that my arse and pussy would be on display to him and I took my time setting up my cooker. I sat crossed legged and with water from the pool filled the metal mug and set it on the stand and it started to boil quite quickly. He appeared next to me with a plastic cup and I looked up at him, his fully erect cock standing proudly and inches from my face. He noticed and twisted his waist away from me with an apologetic grin.
"Sorry Maggie, it has a mind of its own." He looked down at his cock in some amusement, even some surprise.
What he couldn't know was that my pussy was tingling and was started to swell and flush. I was desperate to put my hand down there and feel just how wet it was. I made coffee, pouring the boiling water into the two plastic mugs. Mike sat next to me and we sipped from them.
"So why did you decide to buy a woodland in Wales?" I said with a grin.
"Easy," he said, "I had a desire to watch beautiful brunette naked wood nymphs masturbating." He grinned, I grinned back.
"And..."
"And, I was left some money and couldn't think of a way to spend it. I had that masculine thing that men of my age get and wanted a place in the country and of course I couldn't find anything I really wanted, until I saw this place. I felt simply that I didn't want a big country house, I just wanted some nature... so I bought this. I bought it over the winter and started coming here three months back, and have been working my way around it ever since. It's strange, I found the stream and used it to get water and guessed there would be pond or pool and was looking for one for weeks, then all of a sudden, when I was guessing there wasn't one suddenly I turned a corner and here it was." He sipped his coffee and looked at me and grinned. "I set up camp and fell asleep and then caught a glimpse of you walking away, must have been about ten days ago now, but that's all it was - just a glimpse. I still didn't believe that you were real. I set up camp here and stayed that night but had to go back to London the next day. I had a big operation on."
"Operation?" I said within interest, "Policeman?"
"Nothing as cool as that," he said with a smile, "I'm a surgeon, St Barts; all of this," he waved a hand around us, "this is my total escapism. The estate agent said that I could harvest the timber, plant more, grow more. But I just want to chill out, put up a tent, build a shelter, camp out and do nature.
Of course the best nature I saw was a beautiful naked woman walking away from the pool like some Celtic Goddess from a fable. I couldn't believe my eyes." He grinned, I took another quick look at that hard cock getting harder for me,
