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.
