A Wild Swim In Scotland

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Mike's intake of breath was sharp - the modest pool of fresh running water was ice cold from the late summer rain running off the high peaks. The water was clear and the pool deep - but that meant a step in right up to his thigh. He calmed his breathing, focused on the warmth of his core, and took a moment to compose himself. He balanced for a moment and then slowly overbalanced until he could slide into the water in a half-hearted dive but keeping his head above the water.

The cold was intense, taking his breath away and raising his pulse again. Right next to him there was a loud squeal as Rose also slid gracefully into the water. Mike found himself also involuntarily grunting as he tried to focus again on calming his breathing and nerves down. They both slid on their fronts, slowly gliding towards the small waterfall which was tumbling into the far side of the pool a few metres away. Mike started a slow breaststroke and found his arm colliding with Rose, he looked across at her reddened face as she too took control of her breathing, exhaling noisily but steadily between sharp intakes. Her face wore a look of calm concentration, the bright red hat she wore, and the shoulder strap of her bright blue swimming costume contrasted with her pale, freckled skin. Mike managed to fit his slow arm movements between Rose's, requiring him to keep looking in her direction. Her beauty was clear, and Mike kept glancing towards her as they swam.

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Mike had noticed her quickly, as she also came along to the bike club on occasion, but she was usually busy chatting to a couple of the regular women. In the half dozen or so times they had met they had barely spoken beyond pleasantries and water temperature discussions. He was taken by her smile and laugh, and a clear confidence in herself, and most certainly her figure which he had spent the last 15 minutes observing.

Rose was around 50, fading from blonde into grey haired, with a sparkle in her blue eyes. She was perhaps 5' 4", with well-defined legs and a beautiful curve to her bum and broad shoulders from years of swimming and climbing. She dressed confidently, usually in sporty clothing, usually tightly fitting.

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Earlier that morning Mike had woken to steady rain on the house roof and a stream of WhatsApp messages discussing who was coming for an early swim. Rose had suggested the pool, citing that rain would make it big enough for a proper swim, rather than a shrunken summer pool between boulders. It was further away than the usual loch, up a very isolated lane and deep into the forest on a narrow path.

Mike set off in his small high-top campervan, expecting just a small group of 5 of them. As he drove onto the small lane and then short forest track to the car park his phone continued to ping up messages. It seemed everyone was calling off, the first autumnal rain and cold seeming to dispel everyone's motivation after a summer of warmer air and tolerable cold in the lochs. As Mike was about to reply calling off himself, a small car pulled up alongside and Rose leapt out, smiling and approached his van.

"I thought I was about to be alone!'" she exclaimed "They are all chickening out!" Her bubbly laugh was damped by the wet Scots Pine forest around them.

"Sorry to disappoint, but you are stuck with at least me" Mike replied jovially, smiling at her.

"You're Mike?" she nervously enquired "Sorry, I forget names easily these days".

"Don't worry - I am the same as well. And you are Rose?"

"Sure am!" she offered her hand in a fake handshake, and Mike noticed that she was cold to touch already.

"And you better not have an axe in there if it is just us two!" she nudged him as she said it, laughing at her own joke.

"Brr, I think I need to take an extra layer to change into" said Mike as he climbed out and went to find his bag. Secretly he was pleased it was maybe just them. He hoped no-one else would turn up and he might get to chat to this lovely lady.

"Are you going to take a wetsuit?" he asked, not quite knowing when this group took to an extra layer to keep warm.

"NEVER!" she mocked. "I don't really do wetsuits, not for a swim like this. There is something so exhilarating about the cold. And besides which, in, swim, out and into a warm coat and we I am fine usually. I find this time of year worst - the first cold of the winter coming in, my body needs to adjust."

"Oh, well I am a chicken and have bought a wetsuit in case!" He held up a new wetsuit, complete with labels on. "But I think today I should be OK". He placed the suit back into the boot.

They spent a few minutes sheltering under the back door of the van, discussing who else might turn up and working through the WhatsApp messages to work out that none of the regulars were coming.

"Come on! Let's get out of here and swim, I think the rain is easing off" and with that Rose picked up her bag and swung it easily on her back. Mike picked up his bag, closed the boot and began to walk after Rose as she headed to a slim path at the back of the car park.

Mike couldn't help but notice her athletic and curvy figure as she strode ahead of him, showing the way to the pool he had never visited. The path was thin between the blaeberries and heather, covered in a deep layer of pine needles, which silenced all sounds of their feet.

"So, what brough you to our lovely village?" she prompted.

He explained his move was prompted by his divorce and opportunity to move where he wanted to create the life he wanted, and so when a good job came up, he jumped at the chance. He explained he knew no-one in the immediate area, and that his two sons were studying down in Edinburgh and Glasgow. Joining the local walking, cycling and swimming club was a way of meeting new people, and sustaining the activities he loved.

"What about you?" he countered "Are you a 'proper' local then?"

She laughed, with a slight echo bouncing off the small rock face to their right-hand side.

"No, I am like you, an off-comer. I lived up in Inverness, I am a nurse and always wanted to live somewhere like this, so when the local doctors advertised a job, I had an application in that day. I arrived about 5 years ago, and I am here to stay!"

There was a slight pause in conversation as they began a slightly steeper, rocky section of path. Rose scrambled up ahead. Mike had his head down watching his feet but glanced up to see further ahead. Instead, Mike found himself looking at a lovely bottom encased in a pair of leggings, the outline of her swimsuit clearly visible.

"Have you seen the view?" she quipped, startling him out of his distraction.

Mike blushed, having been found out staring at her bottom.

"I, err, sorry" he stuttered, caught off guard and unable to respond in his usual confident way.

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Rose was quietly pleased that Mike had looked at her bottom. She looked good for her age and was happy to see that she still had it. When all the messages had been arriving, and yet this tall and handsome 'stranger' was here, she had hoped that perhaps they would get to talk. It was 6 years since she had dated anyone, before she got to the village. A few of the local characters had asked her out, but none attracted her, and none were the partner she wanted to spend days wandering the hills or going for bike rides with. She had found it difficult to speak to Mike as so many others in the small group were also keen to chat to him, and the swim meets were quite short. The day she had gone to the bike club she had been impressed by his conversation in the group - and his fine butt clad in Lycra...

Making use of the situation, Rose smiled at Mike. "Don't worry hun, I have a damn fine butt, and someone needs to appreciate it now and again!" she joked.

Mike had regained his composure now and managed a proper reply "Well indeed it is a fine asset. Thank you for sharing." he laughed "But I promise I am not an ogler. Well, not unless you want me to be...!?"

Rose laughed and turned around to walk on again, aware Mike was probably stealing glances at her bum. The rain was easing to nothing now, but the temperature was stubbornly cold. She was glad of the 10-minute walk to the pool. It was her favorite swimming spot, and she came here alone occasionally to swim alone and naked, confident of no-one else being around. She remembered the summer nights she had up here - swimming free, drying in the air within a few minutes, and dodging the occasional biting midges. She was glad they were heading here, and her heart swelled with happiness.

"Here we are" said Rose as they crested the rocky bank. Below them was a small oval pool, a couple of metre high waterfall into the far end, and perhaps 20 metres downstream a tumble of rocks nearly blocking water flow as it disappeared downhill around a tight corner. There was a small grass bank next to the water on their side, but a vertical rock wall opposite them. The autumnal birch and aspen trees crowded over and above them, contrasting with the dark green Scots pine forest they had walk through. The pool was completely hidden from anyone unless they walked up that narrow path.

"Come on, let's do this!" and she scrambled down onto the grass. Taking her waterproof jacket off she opened her bag and pulled out a small plastic mat to stand on.

Mike stood next to her and began to empty his bag and disrobe at the same time. An experienced walker and cyclist, Mike had a strong body with defined leg muscles and a strength of movement which came through years exercising outdoors in all weathers. He tanned easily, but this far north he sported a 'Scottish tan' - with the area between mid-thigh and short sleeves being pale white, contrasting with brown lower limbs and face. He had a slight belly and that funny tan - but damn, for a 50 or so year old he looked good. She stole glances at him as he took off his light trousers, already wearing some dark black trunks. His trunks clung a little - he wore baggy trunks, but they showed enough to suggest he was reasonably well endowed.

They chatted about how cold the air felt as the both slid on wetsuit boots and a hat.

"brrr, this air is COLD" Rose exclaimed, feeling her skin tighten in the damp, cold breeze as it slid past her. Her nipples immediately tightened in response, something she was aware she could not hide. She neatly folded her clothes on top of the bag, with a towel robe over the top, ready to change under when they came out. Mike was similarly organising his few clothes.

"Shall we?" she enquired, looking up at his face.

"Let's do this" said Mike, rather determinedly.

As she swung round to step towards the water, Rose was convinced his eyes were roaming over her body so exposed in a swimsuit.

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Mikes hand touched the rock wall and so he lowered his legs, pleased to find a rock just shorter than his feet. He kept his head above the water, but stood stationary. His head rolled back, his view travelling up the rock wall and through the tree canopy above. He closed his eyes for a moment, a final calming of his body. He opened his eyes and swung round slowly, lowering his body effortlessly into a swim again. He took a few strokes, gliding to the shallower end of the pool.

He noticed that Rose was just near the waterfall, stood on a rock below the surface as he had done, arms outstretched and feeling the spray on her face. She was further out the water than he had been, exposing a tanned back contrasting with that blue swimming costume. She turned round and smiled.

"Lovely" she said "But frigging cold" and twisted herself back to swim.

Mike didn't respond, but took note of her hard nipples being forced against the swimsuit fabric by her ample breasts. He felt a brief stirring in his loins, quickly doused by the cold water.

They both spent a few minutes swimming up and down, floating near the waterfall and commenting on how perfect the spot was.

"I swim here naked" said Rose, unprompted, and causing Mike to further have thoughts about that body of hers.

"Well, maybe I should join you one day" he joked back.

"Maybe you should" she replied with a wink. "I am about frozen - what about you?" She asked.

Glad she had suggested it first, Mike gladly agreed to get out and go. The cold air cut sharply against his skin, and just as they climbed out the rain started. As he climbed out, he was aware of Rose ahead of him, her swimsuit clinging to her bottom, revealing a lovely cleft between her cheeks, running with cold water as she scampered onto the grass

Mike was racing to get changed, his dry clothes and robe getting wet as he started to get changed. He quickly thew his robe around his shoulders, shivering, the robe cut the icy wind from his torso, and provided a warmth around his shoulders and core. Rose next to him was shivering and trying to push her head through her home-made towel changing robe. She managed it, her hat pulling off and her hair blowing in the wind, skin red with cold.

"Why don't we do this back at the van? We can jog back to get warm" he suggested through chattering teeth.

Rose needed no persuading and nodded her approval. There followed a rush of activity as they both threw clothes into their bags and swapped wetsuit booties for trainers.

"Ready?" he enquired, making sure she was set to go. Rose was putting her bag on her back and drawing the waist strap around her, pulling her towel robe around her as best she could. Mike turned and set off up the rocks out of the pool.

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Rose followed Mike as he reached up the rocks out of the pool. She was disappointed that the swim was so short, and even more frustrated that it was so cold. There could be no hanging around, and she was now in a hurry to get changed and dry. As the rain had started, she was glad of his suggestion to get out of there and warm up jogging back to the van.

Mike powerfully pulled up on the rock ahead of her, his legs pushing up quickly. As Rose watched she admired his calf muscle tone and the brief glance of the trunks clinging to upper thighs and curve of butt. She quickly followed him, and they both set off at a slow jogging pace. Her robe was home made from a couple of old towels, and even under the trees her robe was getting wet.

The jog back downhill was over quickly yet cold. The rain was now joined by a strong wind stirring the trees above to drop more droplets on them, and stinging her bare legs. They were both focused on the rough trail, heads down and hoping to get out the sudden downpour.

Shortly they arrived at the empty car park, and she was pleased when Mike dived into his bag, found his keys and flung open the sliding door of his camper without seeming to pause at all.

"Go on!" Mike urged, offering her to get on board first.

She leapt aboard and stood up, only to find Mike bumping into her as he too flung himself in. She tumbled into the back seat, one of those 'rock and roll' beds which doubled as a seat.

"Bloody hell, that was unpleasant" he exclaimed. Rose was more pre-occupied by the fact that her fall had sent her on her back, robe hitched up and her legs spread wide. She quickly sat up as best she could and covered her crotch. As she did so, she realised that Mike was leaning over her.

"Sorry" he muttered "the heater control is above you. Phew, there we go, just give it a minute." His robe had opened as he leant forward, and she was presented with a close view of his trunks, stuck closely to his cock and balls. In any other circumstance she would have appreciated it, but right now she was cold and trying to arrange herself on the seat.

As Mike moved back, Rose heard a fan kick into life somewhere in the front of the van and felt a breeze on her face. She was freezing cold, and the fan really did not help as it blew warm air on her face. She shuffled to one side, moving out of the blast of air. Meanwhile Mike appeared to be leaning over the front seats fiddling, and she realised he was spinning a seat around. As he spun the seat he flopped into it, his robe sliding open off his slightly spread thighs.

"Warmth!" she found herself exclaiming as within seconds the air from the fan began to change.

He grinned at her "Just give it a minute and you won't need any layers of clothes!"

"Ooh, cheeky!" she replied, happily receiving the flirtatious comment. Mike's chest was still breathing heavily from the jog, his arms on his thighs holding his robe half closed. Rose was impressed with his chest, very slight belly and bulge in his trunks. Her brain, starting to warm up like her body, responded with thought of what might be, but she quickly paused the thought and replaced it with the need to get into warm and dry clothes.

The van was really just a back seat for two, a small side kitchen, a small space just a couple of metres across, and the seat Mike was now sat on facing backwards. The roof of the van was quite high so you could stand, but the walls narrowed down the space in which you could stands. It was homely, filled with a few stickers and pictures of Mike's adventures, and a couple of cushions distracting from the practical seat covers and mat on the floor.

The warm fan was really doing its thing, and Rose moved into the warm air being blasted at her by the fan. The heat was blowing up her legs and under her robe, spilling throughout the small campervan. Careful to remain in the warmth, Rose cheekily asked

"So how do we do this then? I need to change and this van is tiny..." Rose was indeed warming up to the possibilities of this mature and strong stranger sat opposite.

Mike laughed back "Yep, this is no RV I am afraid, so it is here and, err, here to change". Rose paused for a moment.

"You first." She stated "Promise I won't look". Yet Rose knew she did want to look, it was too long since she had seen a man this close and naked. And she had seen enough on the way down to believe that what Mike had was worth seeing.

He paused slightly, unsure of the invite. "errm, OK" was his slightly nervous reply. Rose was enjoying taking the initiative, glad he was taking her instructions.

Mike stood and pulled his bag closer. He turned his back on Rose and fumbled around in the bag finding the items he needed, placing them on the seat he had been sat on. Rose watched from behind him as he momentarily paused, then shrugged out his long robe and hung it on the driver's seat back to dry. Rose surveyed him from ankle to shoulder, his slightly thick-set body not hiding the lean leg muscles, taught back and shoulders, with a few greying hairs scattered over. His arms were long and defined rather than hugely muscled, the nape of his neck and hair wet from the rain still. Rose leant back slightly, enjoying the view.

Mike looked back at her "No peeping now!" he said with a laugh, and with that he bent down slightly and pulled down his soaking wet trunks. Rose was presented with a slightly hairy yet beautifully formed bottom, flexing slightly as he moved. She gasped involuntarily as he eyes, brain and body all reacted to what she was looking at.

Mike turned again "oi, cheeky!" he said as he noticed her looking intently at his body and heard her gasp "I am sure you have seen this before!" he quipped.

"Not in too long, and yes, my, you are a fine one!" she looked him in the eye for a moment too long, knowing he would pick up the hint even more.

Sadly, Mike quickly put his underwear and trousers back on quickly, turned round and sat down again. He reached into his bag for a small towel and began to dry his hair.

"Your turn" he replied "but I can step out if you would like?" Rose was impressed he was still being polite, but was more interested in the flex of his chest and arms as he tousled his hair.