A Relaxing Swim

I had just finished my morning errands and was thinking about settling down to my work at my little desk overlooking the pool. Looking down into the shared compound 15 floors below, it looked deserted. So I nipped down, putting my earplugs and goggles on as I was walking across the poolside. i realised a little too late that there were two young women chatting in the corner. They'd clearly been sunbathing but one was packing up to leave.

I dove in and started swimming. Steady long strokes as a worked through the water, turning to return, I saw the other girl was walking slowly across the poolside to the shower in the corner. I slowed down to enjoy her stroll, a slow steady, confident walk that had a slight hip roll, with her shoulders confidently back and her small boobs filling her olive green bikini.

i kept working my way up and down the pool as she splashed a little in the shallow end. After a few minutes, she started to slowly breasststroke her way up to the deep end. I swam parallel, a bit faster, soon overtaking her. Her lazy leg kicks left her short, slim legs just flashing in the clear water.

She rested at the end, arms on the side, head resting in her hands, legs lazily treading water. It was all I could do not to swim up behind her and kiss her bare tanned neck, exposed by her long hair being clipped up.

I did another two lengths, the one swimming away from her faster and then a slower breastsroke back, drinking in her shape and her lazy confident movements in the water.

Again, it took all my self-control not to swim up behind her and pin her in a standing spoons to the wall. I could feel my cock beginning to awaken, throbbing and thickening as I swam.

As i turned in the shallow end again, I realised she'd moved - she wasn't in the sunny corner in which she'd be resting. I tried to scan without moving my head and saw her out of the corner of my eye, moving slowly up and down the shaded side. A flash of white caught my attention and i realised the small pile at the end was her top - she was swimming breaststroke topless.

I carried on swimming, trying to manage the fantasies playing in my head. After a couple more lengths, she pulled herself out of the water and made her slow, confident stroll to the shower again, rinsing off her body and leaning back to wash her face. Without rushing, she put the bikini top back on, expertly refixing the clasp at the back.

With her confident, languid walk, she made her way back to a lounger in the sun and stretched out on her back, sunglasses on. I couldn't tell but I think she knew I was watching - and i think she was watching me back.

My mind was filled with fantasies and theories - could she be silently flirting? showing off for me? All that walking around was certainly confident, posed and probably unnecessary. But equally, perhaps she was just a young independent woman who was relaxed with her own appearance.

The one thing I hadn't really imagined was that she'd be cupping herself. Her hand was clearly resting on her mons, holding the heart of her bikini bottoms. I couldn't see how much pressure her fingers were making, how much they were moving. Was it just the relaxed reassuring hand so familiar to a man cupping his balls? Or was she enjoying the quiet, the privacy and the intermittent voyeur, only seeing her for half a length then unable to look for a length and a half.

Any doubts or questions disappeared as I turned again, as I could now see her hand inside her bikini, fingers clearly working. I watched, entranced, but kept swimming towards the shallow end, trying not to move my head. Swimming back, with my back to her, was torture - knowing what I was missing. As I turned, i instantly looked for her, seeing if she was still playing. She appeared to be looking straight at me, but with her sunglasses on it was hard to tell. I could have sworn that as I reached the shallow end and was about to turn, she pursed her lips into a little kiss. I raced back to the deep end, unable to see behind me without moving my head. I turned fast, racing back to see once more. I looked in vain for her in her lounger, scanning the area.

In the moments I had been swimming back, she had cleared up her things and gone. I could only imagine her in her apartment, finishing the job.