She strolled out of the open French doors, into the moonlit night. The warm breeze sensually caressed her naked skin. The smell of the exotic flowers in the garden heightened her senses.
She was anticipating a long, slow swim in the pool to relax after a heavy day at work. She began to walk down the pool steps, the once calm water rippling with her movements, cooling her warm, curvaceous body.
She swam several lengths of breast stroke before stopping to catch her breath at the far end of the pool. She floated on her back, her eyes closed. Her firm breasts rose out of the water, the water droplets on them shining like jewels in the moonlight. She was enjoying the gentle tickle of the water around them, arousing her. She moved upright and relaxed against the edge of the pool, her toned, tanned arms outstretched. She closed her eyes again, floating off into her own dream world.
She heard a faint splash at the opposite end of the pool. She snapped her eyes open and gasped as a tall, naked stranger made his way down the pool steps. His cock was standing hard and proud as it disappeared into the water. Their eyes met and she smiled, her breathing quickening as she wondered how long he had been watching her.