Choppy Water - Busy Hands
Our local swimming pool is great. As well as a regular pool to actually swim in it has a fun area for the kids (and some of us bigger kids) to muck around in. This end of the public area is shallower, has all sorts of floats and toys, a stream running around the edge where the current washes you round, a couple of slides and my favourite part of all, in the corner is a 10 seat Jacuzzi.
I've been coming here two or three times a week for over a year now and I just love it. I get to work out and keep myself in shape with 50 lengths of the main pool, and then ease way the aches in the super warm bubbly water while I soak up the fun atmosphere of everyone enjoying the play pool around me. I always come between 7 and 9 on the weekday mornings because they keep it adults only and you actually get to swim without getting splashed, dive bombed, shouted at or any of the other dozen annoying things the kids do when they're around.
And all the physical effort clearly worked. My husband appreciated the way my thirty-year-old curves had toned and slimmed. I could now turn heads whenever I went to a bar, and loved the fact I could wear clothes that hadn't fit me since my college days. My bust had shrunk a little to a 36B, but the 26-inch waist more than made up for it.
Anyway, this was just another of those days. It was my third session of the week and I was pretty tired as I waded over to the Jacuzzi, looking forward to a nice long soak to ease away the aches. As I stepped over the edge and sank onto one of the seats there were three other people in there, a young couple and a middle-aged guy. The couple were regulars and I said "Hi" as I settled in. I didn't recognise the older guy, but he seemed to take a particular interest in me as my body slid down into place. He was sitting at the back so he could look out over the pool, and I edged around that way a little as well so I wasn't just staring at the wall.
Anyway, the warmth of the water was just starting to work its magic when he reached over behind him to press the button and start the jets, and I felt that lovely sensation of the bubbles firing up around me, especially as I'd managed to sit on the sweet spot. The one where a jet fires up at the edge of seat right between my legs, close enough to make my pussy lips tingle. I squirmed for just a second, lost in the pleasure of the tease, when I remembered I did actually have company and glanced around quickly. The couple were oblivious, chatting away happily to each other, but the guy had definitely noticed. I'm sure he winked at me before looking away. He rubbed his eyes as though he just had water in them, so maybe I was wrong, but...
I wriggled a bit so the jet went along the inside of my leg not wanting to embarrass myself any further, and thought nothing about it for a couple of minutes as I just enjoyed the sensation. Then the couple got up and left and I was alone with the guy.
I glanced across and was just noticing the cut of his hair and the line of his chin when the movement of his shoulder caught my attention. It was definitely moving slightly.
He had eased himself down onto the water so the bubbles were over his chest, but just where the top of his shoulders appeared, I could see a gentle tense and relax, tense and relax. It was as if his arm were moving with a regular rhythm.
I thought, no way, not here - but the movement was definitely there.
He was wanking. Right here in a public pool, with me sat barely three feet away.
I didn't know what to think. Should I leave, storm off in protest just tell him to stop? My mind was racing, but my body didn't move. As I'd twisted I'd accidently placed my pussy right over the sweet spot on the water jet again and I felt a very serious jolt of horniness. No way did my clit want me to change anything right now.