The sun had been beating down now for well over three hours, and although it was only a few minutes after ten in the morning it felt as hot as you might expect it to be mid-afternoon in summer on the Riviera.
As I cleaned the pool I couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious house that would be my home for the next week. Villa Contessa. Hidden away like a lost treasure in the hills overlooking Cannes; five double-bedrooms each with ensuite over two floors, marbled throughout, a wide open balcony overlooking a huge and unspoilt garden, and a private pool with an outside kitchen and barbeque area. It was simply paradise.
With the pool now crystal clean, I dumped the cleaning net on the grass, took off my shirt and shorts and dived in naked.
The relief was both immediate and intense. Swirls of cold water cascaded over my burning shoulders, down my back and over my backside. It wasn't often that I found myself swimming naked, and alone, but this was definitely an invigorating experience. It was pleasurable too. I couldn't help notice what felt like a hundred silk gloved hands gently massaging me between my legs as I swam from one end to the other.
When I got to the end of the pool I leant back over the edge, arms outstretched and held my head back to soak in the sun's rays. As I kicked out with legs I could feel the water's cold surface kissing my nipples, making them hard as it lapped gently against my body.
This was so therapeutic...and yet so erotic.
It was at that moment when I heard sounds instantly familiar to every hot-blooded male; sounds that only a foxy, horny babe could make and bring out the wild animal in every man – the distinct clicking of sexy high-heels on concrete, and they were slowly making their way down the steps by the side of the house to the pool.
I thought I'd be alone. I wasn't expecting anyone. My heart began to beat faster. Then I saw her. And the only thing I knew about her was her name.
Mandi.
But what was she doing here? I'm sure she was meant to be with the girls on a shopping spree in Cannes. I was sure she left with the others...............
My intrigue, however, instantly disappeared when I saw her in a short white skirt with a split on the side and a tiny white bikini top that seemed to glow against her nicely-tanned body. Her hair was long and dark, down to her elbows. She also wore a pink head scarf that matched her sexy heels, and it made her look like one of those 'groovy chicks.'
Her smile was just amazing. I was mesmerised...no, I was hypnotised by it. Her eyes locked into mine as she walked across and sat down on a sun lounge, her gaze never leaving mine.
But there was something in her look that got me going. There was something really naughty about it. The way she smiled at me. And then I figured it out.
She knew I'd be alone.
I said nothing. Maybe it was because I realised that we were alone and she was sitting there looking so horny. And that I was naked in the pool; that it was hot, and getting hotter. She was still smiling and staring at me, leaning back seductively on the lounge with her beautiful brown legs stretched out and the split now wide open...
'How's the water?' she asked.
I was relieved she spoke first. Up until then I didn't know what to say. 'Great,' I replied. 'Wanna jump in?'
She shook her head, still giving me that naughty smile and stare. Then she began tapping one of her legs, like she was waiting for something and couldn't wait much longer. Like she wanted something. Really wanted it, but was saying nothing and expecting me to know.
Instinctively, I swam towards her. There was nothing else I could do but obey her subliminal command.
My body had become excited. I knew it because I felt the slight drag on my groin. The silk gloved hands that were caressing me only a few minutes before were now pulling on me as I got nearer to her, gently waking my manhood from its slumber.
When I got to her the tapping stopped. It was obviously a signal I had interpreted correctly.
I leant over the edge with my arms folded and I gazed like a schoolboy at her beauty. As she started to untie her skirt I noticed her erect nipples through her bikini. I could see they were dark, which I liked, and by the way they were about to pierce her top I knew she was hot and horny. Without even realising it I found myself pressing against the pool wall...and it sent an electric current through my body.
When she took off her skirt I nearly died. The bikini was tiny and barely covered her, and the strings on either side were no thicker than a rubber band - and that just turned me on.
'I might need some help with the oil,' she said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of sun tanning lotion.
'I'll help you with that,' I said with a huge cheeky grin.
I hauled myself out of the pool in one quick movement, bringing up a torrent of water with me. When I stood up in front of her, all six foot of sun-kissed muscle, dripping and totally naked, she could only gasp; she didn't realise I had nothing on. Her mouth was wide open, but not a word or a sound came out. Then she just looked up into my eyes and bit her lower lip. She wanted me, and she was going to have me inside her. Her eyes told me so.
I leaned over and grabbed her towel. While I dried myself she gazed dreamily at my body. I could see she was getting excited. She started rubbing her legs together, working her pelvic muscles and getting her herself soft and wet. Her back was arching and her eyes began to sparkle. Her breathing was now slow and heavy...
