I Met Her in the Swimming Pool

I have settled into a comfortable, routine life. At 32, I work from home for a software company that carry out specific jobs Microsoft needs. I love the arrangement: I can decide my hours, have time for errands, and have no problems scheduling outdoors activities.

I am considered an attractive guy, based on the number of girls I dated and noticing women who ogle me on the street. I am 6'2", 185 pounds of mostly muscle that I acquired in the swimming pool. In college, I was on the swimming team. I stopped training when I finished, but I kept doing 30 laps 3-4 times a week in the local health club.

I preferred to swim early mornings because fewer guests used the pool, and I could always find a free lane. Usually, after completing 20 laps, other swimmers joined to do the same on both sides.

On a Tuesday, as I was doing my laps, I realized the swimmer to my right always began a lap when I did. The person tried in vain to race me, but I was much faster. The same one continued his pace to the end of the pool, waited for me to turn on that side, and again attempted to swim faster. With limited visibility through my goggles, the person did not look familiar, so I ignored him.

The following Tuesday, I showed up at the same time, and the same person tried to outrun me in the pool. I had no idea why he would do it. It was ridiculous.

When it happened again the next Tuesday, I slowed down, let the guy catch me, and swam parallel to him until we reached the wall. The stranger held the wall for dear life and was huffing and puffing. I stopped, too, and looked at him. He was a she...

She wore big goggles, had a swimming cap, and her body below the neck was underwater, I couldn't see any details. I looked at her face. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

I said, "Hi, my name is Reggie. I noticed you are here every Tuesday and try to swim parallel to me or faster."

She grinned, "I come here Thursday afternoons as well. But my only free morning is on Tuesdays. About a month ago, I started coming early and noticed somebody swims like a fish. I loved swimming since childhood and have done it on and off for many years. I was impressed by the way your body glided effortlessly in the pool. Knowing I swam well and even participated in competitions in college, I was amazed at how much better you were. I was determined to regain my form and one day outrace you."

"Lady, I see it as a compliment if my pace serves as a motivator."

"Reggie, I am no 'lady.' I am only 25, and my name is Lorna."

"OK, Lorna. Nice to know you. Shall we race one more time?"

"You are so much better that I don't think so."

"Girl, I am older than you and tired after doing so many laps. Who knows?"

"OK, we'll race, but if you mock me for losing, I'll beat you up."

"Sounds fair. Let's go."

She jumped earlier. I swam slower than usual, trying to match her speed, pretending to struggle and breathing hard. When we approached the wall I slowed further. Immediately when she touched the wall, I leaped forward, touched it too, and declared I won.

She laughed, "Reggie, you are a bad actor and liar. I am not as good a swimmer as you, but I can tell when somebody is faking it. You could have won easily but you wanted me to reach the wall first. Was it a gentlemanly gesture or a show-off type game?"

"The truth? I wanted you to feel good. As simple as that."

"How can I thank you for being so nice?"

"You don't have to, but if you insist, we can meet later at the nearest Tim Hortons for a cup of coffee."

"I finish here at 10 and go to work at 12. Can you meet me there at 10:30?"

"I'll be there."

I completed my 30 laps, now and then peeking at Lorna. She swam 2 more laps and stopped, watching me swim. When I was done, I went to shower and jacuzzi in the men's area. I timed it so I was dressed and ready by 10:15. I arrived and realized I had no idea how she looked. Through my wet goggles, the visibility was very poor, and Lorna's cap and goggles hid more of her face than showed...

I sat down at a table for 2, hoping she would find me. Five minutes later, a cute girl approached me, "You are Reggie, right?"

"Are you Lorna?"

She had a pleasant smile, "Yes, I am."

She ordered a latte, and I took a cappuccino.

I gazed at her, "Geez! I would never have recognized you."

Lorna smirked, "Please don't say I look uglier than you expected."

"God, no! In the pool you looked... how shall I say it... unremarkable. And now you look stunning."

"I assume, just like in the pool, you try to make me feel good."

"Not at all. I know women tend to find flaws in their bodies. When was the last time you stared at yourself in the mirror objectively? Let me be your mirror: You are about 5'7", 135 pounds, long blonde hair, blue eyes, Angelina Jolie lips, fantastic figure. What's missing to be a knockout?"

She had a throaty laugh, "You were almost correct. I am 5'6", 136 pounds, and my hair is DIRTY blonde."

I smiled, "So wash your hair, and it won't be dirty."

"Tell me about you."

"I am 32, never married and no children yet, work for a software company from home, and my hobbies are swimming, photography, and traveling. What about you?"

"I am not married either. I work as a physical therapist and supplement my income by doing massages, mostly for tourists who stay in certain hotels. They call me when there is a request for a masseuse. These days, I swim mostly to keep in shape and not gain weight. I like movies, especially foreign ones. I'd love to travel, but I am too busy, and frankly, I don't know somebody who's interested in the places that attract me."

"Where would you like to go?"

"All my friends talk about Florida or California as their favorite destinations. Whenever I mentioned a trip abroad, they said they'd love to join me in France, Italy, Spain, or Greece. However, I wish to travel to exotic places like Japan, Morocco, Chile, the Galapagos Islands..."

"Among the 4 places you named, I've been to 2: Morocco and the Galapagos Islands. I agree that both were magnificent and very different than the beaten path places. But both Chile and Japan are on my list, too."

"Tell me about Morocco."

"I'll be happy to give you a complete description of my 2 weeks trip, but you mentioned you needed to go to work soon."

She looked at her watch and stood up. "Reggie, it was nice talking to you. I'd love to pick your brain about your travels."

"We can see each other again if you wish."

"I must run, but this is my phone number. Please call me, and we'll meet. See you." She rushed to her car and drove away.

...

I called her 2 days later. Lorna said she hoped I'd call earlier and almost gave up.

I said, "Girl, I am sorry. I thought about you but didn't want to be pushy."

"Reggie, let's make one thing clear. I am not into playing hard-to-get games. I am a straight shooter. Please, if you ever feel like calling me again, don't delay it. It's the same for me. I would have called you sooner, but I didn't have your number."

"Lorna, when and where can I meet you?"

"If you prefer to do it at a restaurant or movie, that's fine. I am more interested to hear about your experience as a world traveler. Do you have pictures or videos of your trips?"

"I do, but everything is at home."

"Will it be a chutzpah for me to request a visit to your home?"

"Just tell me in advance when you are free for a couple of hours, and I'll ensure my house is worthy of you."

She giggled, "Don't bother. I am not picky. My house is not neat all the time either. How about Monday evening?"

"With dinner or without?"

"Reggie, I hate to impose. I'll eat dinner at home and see you at 7 pm. Is it OK?"

"Sure. In that case, I'll have cookies, snacks, coffee, and wine ready." I told her my address and how to reach my house, and we hung up the phones.

Lorna was curious about my trips, but I was curious about her. She was a pretty, young, blonde, WHITE girl. What made her interested in the life of a black guy? I know; swimming and trips. However, it sounded more like excuses than real reasons. Among the girls I dated before were 2 pretty white ones, but they knew me for several months before we began dating.

Lorna arrived on time and rang the bell. She wore a short, blue evening dress and 3" heel shoes. I ogled her unabashedly, "Lorna, you are gorgeous."

She blushed and mumbled, "Thank you. You look good yourself." Actually, except for shaving, I didn't do more than usual: I had a pair of old jeans, a long-sleeved, light-blue shirt, and sneakers.

First, I took her on a tour of my property. The yard had a few trees, a 10 meter long pool, and a jacuzzi for 4. Then we entered the house. The kitchen was relatively small, but as a bachelor, it was the least important room in the house. I had a nice living room, a huge basement with exercise equipment, 3 bedrooms, a work room, and 2 full bathrooms. As expected, she liked my house but commented that she wouldn't buy it. The kitchen was not up to par...

We moved to the living room, where I had already prepared the food and drinks. I asked her what I could serve. Lorna checked the table, then placed a cookie and a glass of Merlot on a plate and sat on the sofa. I went to my work room, brought the laptop, sat on her side, and started displaying photos from my trip to the Galapagos Islands. I loved that trip: I was joined by my best friend and our girls. The weather cooperated, and we had good time. We moved from Santa Cruz to Isabella, Floreana, and North Seymour. The memories of the huge tortoises, land & marine iguanas, blue-footed boobies, Galapagos penguins - It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience! The most impressive thing was to find out that most animals were not afraid and much of the time oblivious to our presence.

I displayed the pictures one after the other, adding a short comment about each photo. Lorna seemed hypnotized, and when we finished, she sighed, "I would have loved to join you guys on such an amazing trip."

Next, I pulled the file of my trip to Morocco. It was hot most of the time, but tolerable. I traveled with 2 male friends. In retrospect, it was a good idea - While Morocco was considered the most liberal of the Arab countries, some places did not allow women to enter or limited them by asking them to wear 'full clothes.' In bars we saw only men. The occasional female tourist who entered was looked at strangely. However, the country was definitely worth a visit: Marrakesh with the famous Jemaa el Fna market, the sacred city of Fes, Casablanca with the huge King Hassan 2nd mosque, goats climbing on trees, Argan oil, and so much more.

Again, she looked through the photos and repeated, "Yes, I would have loved to see the country."

I grinned, "These trips were great but most trips are, if one plans ahead, checks the weather, does background assessment of the places to visit, the local laws, transportation, safety issues, etc. If you are interested in joining us, you'll have to comply with one simple rule: When the majority decides something, no arguments are acceptable, otherwise, there will be fighting and chaos."

Lorna glanced at me, "You hardly know me and trust me enough to invite me on a trip abroad?"

"I think I am a good judge of character. However, if you don't trust my friends, I'll understand."

"I assume you took the pictures in which you do not appear. Right?"

"Yes."

"They are much better than the others."

"I told you photography was one of my hobbies. By the way, your face has good contrasts. I bet your photos come out nice."

She giggled, "Not true. Most of my pictures are selfies. I do not expect to look better than what I see in the mirror, but I hate most of them because they make me look fat, ugly, or unfocused."

"Listen, do you mind if I take a few pictures of you the way you are right now? No additional cosmetics, no special lighting or background, and no special effects. I am interested to know if you hate these ones as well."

"OK. What do you want me to do?"

"First picture, I want you to sit on the couch, put your right leg on your left, turn halfway toward me, and give me a little smile." I shot 3 pictures from different angles. "Now, stand in front of the large mirror and pretend to check if your dress fits you." Again, I shot a couple of photos. "The last ones, I'd like you to lay on the sofa sideways, lean your head on your elbow, face the ceiling, and close your eyes."

In total, I took 10 pictures. I erased 4 of them because she moved or her eyes were shut at the wrong time. I showed her the photos. She watched them and looked at me, "Reggie, you are a genius! I never had such amazing pictures. You really made me prettier than I am."

"I don't think so. Most women I photographed before were surprised to see how beautiful they were. The camera does not lie unless the cameraman uses special effects or photoshopping, and I did neither."

"I wonder how I would look if the conditions were optimal..."

"We can have a photo session, but I need to be paid. Not in money, but you'll join me for dinner."

She chuckled, "I like you and will go with you to dinner irrespectively. Why do you connect the meal with the pictures?"

"Because you are a pretty blonde girl, and I am black. So far, we met incidentally in the pool and my house. Dinner in a restaurant means being together in public. Aren't you not concerned?"

"Are you kidding me? If I like somebody, I don't care about age, race, gender, religion, or anything else. It's nobody's business but mine."

"Good. I like a courageous, opinionated lady."

She gave me a million dollar smile. I pointed a finger at her face, "Stay the way you are. I want to take this picture." I aimed and shot it. She loved the picture. She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek.

I smirked, "Kiss or no kiss - you still owe me a dinner!"

Before she left, I asked her if she wanted the session to be outdoors or in. She hesitated and mumbled, "The photos are so gorgeous, that I am afraid to never have another chance having my pictures taken by a true artist. How much do you want me to pay you to have both?"

"Lady, you ask for too much. In that case, the restaurant won't be enough. You'll come with me to a movie of your choice."

Lorna laughed loudly, "With these prices, I'd order 3 more sessions..."

I gazed into her eyes, "Let me understand. Are you saying you wish to go out with me?"

She was serious, "As I said, the color means nothing to me. You are tall, handsome, like swimming, terrific photographer, nice person, not married... Why not?"

"It will be my pleasure, but dating does not mean I'll let you win in the pool."

She grinned, "You are cute."

At the door, before she left, she glanced at me for a long moment. The signal was clear. I took her in my arms and kissed her lips gently. She whispered, "For a huge guy, you are such a softy..." I French kissed her, invading her sweet mouth with my tongue. The kiss lasted about 30 seconds, but when we separated, she breathed hard. She murmured, "I must go, but if you ever kiss me like this again, I may agree to anything..."

I chuckled, "Good to know. Night, pretty lady."

...

We began dating and I found out Lorna was fun to be with and very passionate. She was a devout Democrat, joined the fight against global warming, hated anti-abortion groups, and supported gun control. Unlike her, I read about these things but it was out of curiosity rather than being emotional about them.

Lorna was very passionate about our relationship, which progressed rapidly. The next time we met at my house, she brought a bag with her. I assumed it had inside the clothes I recommended that she wear for the photos. I prepared a room for her indoor session with appropriate lighting. The initial photos were good with Lorna looking radiant in some poses and pensive in others. I showed them to her and she LOVED them!

Then she smiled sweetly and said, "You can charge me more if you wish, but I thought additional pictures in these things may be a good idea. She went to the bathroom and reappeared in sheer lingerie that exposed her breathtaking body and left little to the imagination.

I stood still and ogled her body. Lorna giggled, "What's wrong? Haven't you seen a woman in lingerie before?"

I mumbled, "I've seen plenty but your beauty is amazing!"

"Well, are you going to do something about it or continue peeking?"

"Child, tell me; do you want me to take your pictures or take you to bed?"

"I am greedy. May we agree on both?"

It was difficult to focus when my cock began rising at an alarming rate but to my credit, I did try. I rearranged the room differently to fit the situation. I aimed the soft lights on the bed and replaced the casual sheets and pillow covers with softer colored ones. I placed the vase with white & red carnations to be included in the frame.

Once I was satisfied, I signaled to Lorna to sit on the bed, lean loosely on the pillowed back frame, tilt her torso mildly to the left, and gaze forward with her eyes half open and her lips pout. I shot 3 pictures and checked them. The photos turned out nice but I didn't like her light-color lipstick. Fortunately, in her purse, she also had a shiny red one. She put it on and I retook the pictures - Much better!

Next, I instructed her to lay on her tummy, raise her upper body on her elbows, and think about what I'd like to do to her once we were done. Her half smile was unmistakably seductive. My rod threatened to rip the front of my pants. Lorna was aware of my predicament and her expression became even more tempting. Purposely, her arms crossed, separating the lingerie from her chest, and her striking tits appeared with all their glory.

I couldn't take it anymore and told her the session was over. We may need to complete it some other time because her lingerie photos made me too horny.

She grinned, "Reggie, I have a simple solution to your struggle shooting me in the lingerie." And then she removed it and... remained naked.

I almost swallowed my tongue. The lady was incredibly sexy: From her pretty face and pouty lips to her marvelous breasts and shapely hips - Everything was perfect!

"Dear, are you coming to my bedroom voluntarily, or you rather I fuck you right here?"

She giggled, "Why don't you choose?"

"In that case, I wish to devour you on MY bed. It's our first, and I want to ensure optimal conditions. But later we may diversify."

"As you say, boss."

I led her to my bedroom. She sat on the bed's edge and watched me undress. I removed the shirt, exposing my hairless muscular chest. She had seen it in the pool already. Her face showed a happy smile. Next, I took off my pants. My 6-pack became more obvious, but Lorna's focus was lower. My erect cock pushed my boxers forward and up with the tip reaching the waistband. She gasped. As I lowered the boxers, she saw my tool for the first time. Her breathing stopped and her eyes widened.

"Reggie, I see that the old saying 'black guys have big cocks is true."

I chuckled, "Not always. I agree many of us blacks have 7" or more when excited, but some of us are less equipped."

Lorna mumbled, "Come closer, please."

I stood before her. She leaned forward and inspected my 7.5" pole. She explored it with her eyes and then her tiny palm caressed the underside, moving slowly toward my crown. "Reggie, your buddy is huge and handsome, looking like a big mushroom. Did I mention to you I like to eat mushrooms?" Lorna bent lower, kissed the soft head, and her lips opened wide to accept my prick into her mouth. She didn't waste time and my organ began a slow disappearing act into her hungry mouth.

Thirty seconds later, only 2" were seen. She began bobbing it, while her hand gently massaged my heavy sack. Gradually, the rest of my member found its way into her throat, and the blow job was end to end. Initially, her pace was slow and gradually, it picked up speed and she sucked harder.