I was fed up – really fed up. Which was sad really, as this was my first day back at work after my holiday! Not that it had turned out to be much of holiday. It was my own fault really – what on earth had made me book a fortnight in Spain, at short notice, with a girl I'd met only a few days before? I should have known better – we'd only been there three days and she'd found herself a Spanish waiter to have fun with, leaving me on my own. Still it could have been worse - at least I had a tan now!
I laughed at myself, shaking my head as I headed towards the office I would be working at for the next two days. In fact, it was a training company I used to work at before I became freelance. Now they had me back to give a few courses a month. I brightened up a little at the thought of going back, as it did at least mean that I'd see Rachel. I perked up even more at the thought of Rachel – the one that had got away!
Rachel and I went back a few years – to when she'd started work at that company about four years ago. She would have been about twenty then, a couple of years younger than me. I was besotted with her from the first moment I set eyes on her. Not only was she gorgeous, but bright and funny with it. The only trouble was she had a boy friend and I had a girlfriend – nothing serious, but enough.
So, while we flirted like mad, and really enjoyed each others company, nothing had really come of it. The closest we had got was about eighteen months ago, a week or so before I left the company to set up in business on my own as an IT Trainer. At the time, both of us were "single", having broken off with whatever boyfriend and girlfriend had been around at the time.
I had agreed to take part in a sponsored swim, mainly because I knew that Rachel was a really good swimmer and would be there as well. Somehow, the thought of her in a swimming costume was simply irresistible – and I wasn't disappointed. The one piece costume she had chosen to wear clung to every inch of her body. It was cut high on her legs, and really showed off her long legs and ass. The top half seemed to be moulded to her large, firm breasts.
We were in teams of four, and the idea was to do as many lengths of the pool as we could in three hours – the more we did, the more money we would raise. I set off first and swam for a while, after which Rachel was to take over from me. I remember touching the edge of the pool at the end of my stint, and then looking up to see Rachel diving in over the top of me.
In those fleeting seconds, I took in the sight of her wonderful body, stretched out above me before she hit the water with barely a splash. Her legs looked impossibly long, the strong muscles of her thighs clearly visible, her calves shaped by the way she pointed her feet as she dived. Her belly was taut, her breasts pushing against the thin material of her costume, her shape of her nipples clearly visible, her arms stretched out above her head, her long brown hair flowing behind her.
Despite the coldness of the water, my cock reacted to the sight of her, stiffening in my trunks. I stayed in the water as long as I dare, praying for my bulge to go down, wishing I that I'd worn swimming shorts instead of trunks. I scrambled out of the pool just before Rachel reached that end of the pool again. I grabbed a towel and quickly sat down, holding the towel in my lap.
After that, I sat watching the rest of her stint, unable to take my eyes off of her. When she finished, she came across to me, a towel in her hand. She reached up and rubbed her hair, her breasts pushing forward as she moved. Her nipples were rock hard from the cold water, and pressing against her costume. I groaned to myself, unable to drag my eyes away.
"You okay, Dave," she asked, "What you looking at?"
I looked up guiltily, embarrassed at having been caught. She looked down at her own nipples.
"Oh," she grinned, "I see."
"Sorry," I blurted, my face bright red, "But you are looking gorgeous."
The words just tumbled out, my face getting redder and redder.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she told me frankly, looking me up and down.
Suddenly I glowed at her compliment, thankful that I had persevered at the gym, thankful that I still had a bit of the previous summer's tan left.
After that, we stayed close together all evening when we weren't swimming, chatting and laughing, feeling at ease in each other's company as always. After the swim was over, we headed for the bar with the other teams. Rachel had taken my arm, pressing against me as we walked, her breasts firm and warm through her thin top, her legs long and tanned under her short skirt.
We had done well in the swim, and had stayed in the bar for a long time to celebrate. By the time people started to drift away, Rachel was well on the way to being drunk. I'd had too much to drink as well, so we had staggered outside and looked for a taxi. Rachel had given the driver her address, and then snuggled up to me. It seemed so natural, so right, for me to turn to her, for us to kiss, our tongues playing over each other.
Once we got back to her flat, I had pulled her into my arms, kissing her harder, my cock rising up against her. She had pushed me away with a giggle, saying that she needed to go to the bathroom. She pointed me towards the lounge, telling me where I would find some wine. I had found the wine straightaway, and had poured a couple of glasses before putting some quiet music on.
After waiting for what seemed like ages, I called out to Rachel. Getting no reply, I went looking for her, thinking – hoping – that she was perhaps waiting for me in her bedroom. She was – except that she was sprawled out on the bed fast asleep. I groaned, and then smiled ruefully to myself, before easing her shoes off and covering her up. I was so tempted to undress her, but left her be. I squeezed onto the bed next to her and was soon asleep.
