I'd been in the pool approaching an hour, length after length & starting to feel the burn so I stop at the side for a breather. I now notice just how empty the pool has become, but also notice the sensation of being watched. You know, that sensation of eyes burning into you... so I look around for the source. An old fat hairy man is floating on his back, a woman is berating her children, urging them to leave the water and a guy in goggles is powering through the lengths. Hmm okay, so I was wrong! Then I look up and see the lifeguard in her high seat and our eyes lock, an impish grin upon her lips. I lower my eyes coyly and when I raise them again, there are those eyes still focused solely on me.
I turn around, plant both hands on the side and using my upper body strength lift myself from the pool, deftly swinging my legs over the side and standing erect, shoulder back, I sway my hips in the hope that those sparkling eyes were still following.
I enter the Jacuzzi, lie back and relax, I close my eyes and daydream of those eyes burning into me. A small satisfied smile on my lips. After a little while I notice that in this position one of the jets is pulsating off & on directly between my legs. Pressure on... pressure off.... Pressure on.... Pressure off....
My hips unconsciously rise to meet the high power jets, soft warm bubbles all around me, visions of this stranger watching me... it is not long before my face becomes flushed and my breath ragged. Pressure on... pressure off.... Pressure on.... Pressure off....
After the tiring swim, muscles drained, lungs still fighting for breathes, I Float away into such peaceful bliss with the heat of the water and the softness of the water on my skin. Maybe minutes pass, maybe it's longer... did I drift into sleep?
Feeling something touch my leg I open my eyes. 'She' has stepped into the Jacuzzi... without saying a word she sinks in opposite me and submerges below the water. Re-surfacing, she shakes her hair free of its previous ponytail, scruffy curls bounce free, the water clinging to the curls, framing her face. My eyes travel down and then I notice to my shear surprise that she has discarded her bikini top. Pressure on... pressure off.... Pressure on.... Pressure off....
Her breasts are half submerged, perfect A cup, soft puffy pink nipples bouncing on the water line. I am still rudely staring at her breasts as she stands, water cascading from her hair, minute bubbles clinging to her skin. Her nipples harden in the cool air. I gulp and lower my eyes to witness her nimble fingers deftly release the thin strings holding her bikini briefs in place. I close my eyes. Pulse on... pulse off... Pulse on....
In one nimble stride she is before me, I can feel her strong calf muscles pressuring my sides as she locks herself in front of me. My hips rise & fall to the beat of the incessant jets. I open my eyes to the sight of her bare mound, lightly covered in soft downy blonde baby hairs. Instinctively my mouth gapes and reaches forward to devour the peach. Is it me, or are those jets coming closer together now? I try and emulate the beat, hardening my tongue I easily glide into her and mirror the pulse on... pulse off... Pulse on... my nose nuzzles into her clit, pressure on, pressure off, pressure on.