This is my first submission and first time writing a story so please excuse any mistakes that I have made, but constructive criticism is more than welcome in the comments section. I hope I will get better at this and I intend to write a few more stories for this website to try out whether I am in any way able to do this. Anyway enough of that, please enjoy!
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"Hello, is anyone there?"
The tentative words of a young woman echoed through the house. It was quiet, too quiet, she thought. She tiptoed gently along the wooden floor of the hallway and in a few graceful steps she had come to the living room. She paused and thought aloud, "Where could he be? He said he would be here to meet me."
"And I am here as promised," a familiar yet distinctly British voice said to her. At that moment she turned and realised that standing right behind her was the one man she needed right now, his comforting smile and open arms inviting her to an embrace. "Welcome to London, Taylor and happy birthday!" he said at last.
"Oh Rob," she said as she moved into his hug, "It's so good to be back! I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too Tay, but you have missed something else while you have been away. Taking her by the hand, he led her through the living room and outside onto the porch.
"Rob, you never told me you had a pool!" she cried.
"Well, you never asked! Anyway I thought we could make good use of it while you were here and while the weather is still decent." Rob said, "Let me go and open a bottle of red wine and you can tell me all about your exploits while you have been gone."
It was late and Rob was in his bed, Taylor having been consigned to sleeping in the guest room. Rob reminisced about how he had come to be associated with such a beautiful singer. Rob had first met Taylor a year ago when she had come over to England to visit one of her friends in the music industry, he was a humble university student at that time on his way home when he bumped into her by mistake.
They began talking about what she thought of London and what living in England was like for him and talk soon turned as to who she was visiting, she told him how her friend had flown to France as her friend's husband was ill while on holiday. So on a Friday evening in the middle of London, Taylor Swift was both without company and without anywhere to stay. One thing led to another and Rob ended up inviting Taylor over to stay with him for the week, since then the two of them had become acquainted with one another and for the rest of her stay he showed her the sights of London by day and at night they spent their time going to restaurants (she generously paid for them both to dine at The Ritz for one evening) and talking about their respective lives.
Nothing remotely sexual had ever happened between them, he thought, and he was afraid to try his luck with such a well-respected individual. However for a few months after she visited the London, Rob's evenings of masturbating had had one common theme-Taylor Swift, ever since he had seen her in just her bra and panties while he was walking past her room one evening, she had been at the centre of his mind and thinking about it was already giving him an erection which would have to go before he woke up in the morning.
The sun was out this morning and Rob had suggested to Taylor that they spend their first day in the pool while they could, Taylor having already learnt the perils of trusting the British weather during her last stay.
Rob was already outside in the pool, casually swimming from one side to the other as he waited for her to finish getting changed, "Rob I'm coming out now!" the shout from inside the house confirmed. Rob's jaw almost plummeted.
Clad in a tight two-piece bikini, the nearly 6 foot woman in front of him looked sexier than ever. The bright red of the fabric contrasting heavily with her pale skin and fair blonde hair, "Stop gawping you!" she said as he snapped out of his trance. Taylor stepped calmly along the side of the pool and slipped in next to Rob, "Time for a little warm-up, I think."
They both swam together, pausing every now and then to get their breath back but by now both Rob and Taylor were exhausted from their "warm-up."
"Hey Rob, can we stop now, I don't think I can take much more!" she panted.
"I agree, that was quite a warm-up Tay," he noted as he looked up at her graceful figure. He almost had to do a double-take, Taylor's bikini top had come loose on one side and her entire right breast was on display for all the world to see, her erect nipple attracting Rob's attention. Immediately he felt a bulge in his trunks as he saw her wade closer to him.
"Ahem!" he coughed, looking in the direction of the rogue breast.
Taylor, the epitome of innocence, looked down at her top and gasped in horror, "I'm so sorry about that, I didn't intend for that to happen."
Her face was now a picture of embarrassment but her mood was soon quelled by the soothing words of reassurance by Rob, "Don't worry, I have seen breasts before you know." She sighed in relief and went to hug him, he couldn't shy away and had to hope that the tent in his trunks was not too obvious.
"What's that?" she questioned. It soon dawned upon her, "Oh did I do that? I am sorry Rob."
"It's fine," he said. He hastily added, "I think we should go in now." And at that, they both made their own way to get changed but he couldn't help but notice how she stared at this erection in genuine interest.
The sky had gone dark and Rob could see that Taylor had closed the curtains in the living room and lit some candles in preparation of the meal that he was now cooking in the kitchen. Dinner was served, a Chinese dish of chicken and rice which was complemented by a large glass of red wine and after they had finished, they resumed their conversation on their previous relationships they had been having the evening before.
"Who's the lucky girl then?" Taylor asked him.
