I always loved aqua aerobics class at my gym's outdoor pool, with its envious view of the city skyline. I was often the only man participating, so the view inside the pool was often quite nice as well! I was also often the only Westerner there. But not that day, as a lovely long-haired brunette appeared poolside in a very modest blue one-piece swimsuit complete with a skirt. As she smiled at me and lowered herself into the water, I could only hope as to her reason for wearing that suit...
And my hopes were answered! As soon as she was immersed in the warm water, her skirt billowed up out of the way and revealed a wild, lush bush, untouched by a razor in months if ever. Beautiful! I remembered my manners and barely tore my gaze away and pretended not to have seen anything, and of course she pushed her skirt back down.
Naturally, it didn't stay down, and as class got underway, the ritual repeated itself every time we were stationary in the water. I wish I could say I was a perfect gentleman and never snuck another peek; but I am only human, and in this age of shaving and waxing, this was NOT something one got to see every day! Luckily, I was able to remain undetected at least, and of course I never let my gaze linger any too long. If she was uncomfortable with her precarious modesty, she showed no sign of it: she joked with me and the others and laughed along with us, and evidently enjoyed the class as much as any of us did. I could only hope she was planning to join the club and be a regular! Maybe I'd get the chance to ask later?
When class was over and we were drying off, she introduced herself and we shook hands. "I'm Anna, from Chicago, but the others were polite enough to assume I was Canadian!" She had a laugh as infectious as her delicious secret.
"I'm Chuck and I've lived here a few years, and the locals usually think I'm Australian," I said. We shared another laugh and then it was off to the showers.
I had other things to do that day, of course, but I couldn't resist a chance at one last look and maybe even getting to know one another a bit. So I lingered by the elevator and got a glass of water and kept a discreet eye on the women's locker room door. Luck was on my side, for she appeared in the door just as I was finishing my drink. So it looked perfectly plausible that I just happened to get up and push the elevator button as she arrived there. "Hello again!" she said.
