Jack strode through the expansive parklands, through the dappled sunshine below the trees. The June weather was fantastic for a change, and he'd decided to use his day off cooling off in the small but peaceful swimming lake, tucked away in the corner of the park.
He slipped through the foliage into the clearing, the strong sunshine glistening on the water. A patch of soft grass held a nice section of sunshine, perfect to top up his tan. He laid out a towel, then stripped off down to his blue speedo style swimwear. He wanted as full a tan and possible, and he had been squatting heavy as ever recently, so had really developed his quads and hamstrings. He was alone at the lake and sat and enjoyed the peace for a few minutes before springing up and walking towards the water.
Dipping a toe in the water- not warm, but not the coldest either. Gently splashing into knee height slowly the skin adjusted to the water's temperature. Slowly stepping further in, the water was about to reach his balls- it had to happen, so he dove into waist high water. The icy water was so refreshing now he was under.
Coming up for air, Jack laid on his back, bobbing along as his disruption to the placid pond hadn't yet subsided.
This was the life- relaxing lake swims in the gorgeous green foliage during a beautifully sunny summers day. As a gentle breeze whistled through the tree branches and birds chirped mellifluously Jack closed his eyes and just chilled out. The stresses of the last few weeks had taken it out on him, business report deadlines, passive aggressive emails amongst the rest of the modern workplace's relentlessness had driven Jack back to this small corner of nature.
As the chilling water began to become less of a relief and started to cause shivers, Jack swam in a strong front crawl towards his belongings, before climbing out of the water. Drying himself off he regarded his trunks; he hated the clinginess of wet swimming trunks, hence why he chose the slightly more revealing pair of speedos. His mates had had a bit of a chortle at a bank holiday beach trip, but he didn't care, he was much more comfortable, and he was confident enough in his body and himself that he didn't really care what anyone else thought. Indeed, one friends girlfriend had sincerely complimented his confidence- and jack had noticed a few glances at his bulge and thighs.
No one was around, so he considered taking the trunks off, but he knew how busy the lake could be and it was still quite early, so he kept them on, and liberally applied the factor 30. Donning his sunglasses, he settled down to his book and continued his therapeutic morning in nature...
He was disturbed by a crunching of leaves - startled, the natural response was to look up for what caused the disturbance. Set against the greenery stood a shock of red. At what must be around 5'10'' was a pretty, tall woman with long locks of shockingly red hair. Her long legs stood on trainers and were uncovered up to denim shorts that flattered her figure very well. A navy tank top completed her outfit, beautifully setting off her fair features.
"Oh, hi!" she cheerfully exclaimed. As Jack returned the greeting, she walked off to around 15 yards away and set up her towel. He couldn't help but peer through his dark sunglasses at her model like figure. After setting up her towel she shucked off her shoes and wriggled her hips out of her shorts, revealing a plump but smallish arse housed in cheeky black bikini bottoms. Not enough was on show to be classified as a thong, but she was leaving less to the imagination than most ladies did at the lake. Pretending to be engrossed in his book Jack then watched as she lifted the tank from her torso, revealing a matching black bikini top. He didn't get a good look at her chest, but from what he'd seen in the tank top he reckoned they were shapely B-cups, which suited her leggy athletic figure perfectly.
Daintily stepping through the soft grass, Jack was surprised with how suddenly she dove into the water- she obviously didn't mind the cold as much as he did. She sculled and circled the lake, and the water had enveloped her slim lithe figure, so Jack returned to his book for real this time.
A few minutes later and soft splashing led to Jack looking up furtively to see her front for the first time- indeed firm shapely B cup breasts, with a taught toned mid-section. Settling on her blanket she began to apply lotion to her porcelain white skin. Not wanting to seem creepy, although wanting to watch Jack made a point to look extremely interested in the crime thriller laid out in his lap. Then a soft tap on this shoulder... "sorry to interrupt but being a redhead in this weather is no joke- do you mind doing my back?" and the redhead gestured to him with the bottle of factor 50. This close Jack was able to look into a set of piercing green eyes framed by high cheekbones. "Of course..." Jack tailed off as she led him to her towel, handed him the bottle and laid out on her stomach.
