Lisa woke to the smells of fresh baked pastries wafting through the open doors to the balcony. The breeze ushered in the warm smells of pastries and breads being prepared in the tiny bakery just down the avenue. The loud hustle and bustle of London hadn’t begun yet but soon would be charging through the mist-covered morning.
Lisa loved London. She had visited there often and was finally living her dream of living there. She had received a grant to study the vast textile collection at the V & A Museum and prepare a report on the condition of this great archive of fine tapestries, weaves and ethnic patterns. She was a designer at heart, and she loved to sort through the dusty archives in search of a new pattern or combination of colors that she would incorporate into her own work. It had been a long day yesterday and she had fallen asleep immediately when she had gotten back to her room. She stretched out her lean body underneath the soft cotton sheets, stretching her aching muscles and basking in the idea of where she was and what she was doing. She was in heaven, professionally that is.
Her personal life had been put on hold because of this extended trip. She had left behind her lover Jeff. He, also, was an artist and had encouraged her to pursue this opportunity. She was thrilled to have such an understanding lover but she would love to have him here to share the city with him. The sights and sounds of her favorite city with the man she loved, now that was perfect! She would have also liked to have him sharing her bed. It had been only a week since she and him had enjoyed each others bodies but it felt like forever. That is what she missed most, the caressing and fondling of her most unselfish lover. Jeff would spend whatever time it took to make sure that she always felt satisfied and was well versed in all sorts of pleasures. Whether it be his thick cock or his soft, wet tongue, he knew exactly where to pleasure her and would do it over and over until she was spent.
The thoughts of Jeff’s strong hands cupping her breasts caused her to stir with emotions. Lisa could feel herself begin to warm and the tingling sensation began to pulsate in her moistening pussy. She slid her slender hand down to her shaved pussy and gave a few gentle strokes to her swelling clitoris. A warm wave washed over her as she pinched one of her small breasts and the other continued circling her engorged clit. She quickly tensed as the small orgasm came on in waves. Starting deep inside her wet center and radiating out to the tips of her fingers and toes. A breeze pushed back the drapes again and the cool air-dried the light sweat that had built up on her breasts. She smiled a wicked grin and wished again that Jeff were with her.
Knowing that another long day awaited she finally abandoned the warm, four-poster bed and walked to the bathroom. She grabbed a slightly damp swimsuit from the rack. The fabric chilled her for just a second as she slid it over her athletic body. Lisa was almost 40 years old but barely looked past 30. She had always taken care of herself and the payoff had been a tight little body. Small, perky breasts and a nice round ass were a fine reward she thought for the long workouts. She wasn’t the ultra skinny model type but had nice curves where a woman should have curves. Her ass was cupped perfectly by the Speedo racing swimsuit. It tended to flatten her breasts but she admired herself in the full length mirror nonetheless. The chilled swimsuit made her nipples erect and hard. The pressed against the thin lycra, she smiled at the "glad to see you" tits she was displaying and decided she better wear a robe to the pool. She grabbed a bathrobe from the hook on the door and wrapped herself deep inside its warmth. Quickly grabbing her key and goggles, she walked up the stairs to the hotel pool on the top floor.
The hotel was from the time when luxury was paramount. The pool sat atop the hotel and was a splendid example of art deco design. Beautiful tile work was the technique of the day, and it covered the floors and walls. Beautiful sconces bounced a soft lift off the walls and ceiling. The pool was surrounded by enormous picture windows and the mists of London swirled outside in the cool air. She was alone in the pool and gently dropped her robe to the deck chairs that filled one corner. With one timid toe she tested the water strictly out of habit. She knew the water would be perfect, it always was. A little warm but not too warm, just perfectly refreshing. She wrapped a rubber band around her long hair to keep it out of her eyes and gracefully dived into the waiting waters.
She emerged from the water and began her daily workout of 50 laps. She sometimes dreaded the daily routine but when she was looking at herself in the mirror admiring her muscular ass and flat stomach, she knew it was all worth it. She slid into the "zone" where she was just a machine at that point. The body working perfectly. It reached and kicked with precise efficiency, making a wake behind her and waves that lapped at the sides of the large pool. Lap after lap went by, and in a respectable time she had completed her workout. She hugged the walls of the pool and breathed heavily. She liked to push herself and was always trying to do just a little more. The time had gone by so quickly and she was so into her workout that she nearly leapt out of the pool when she heard a voice beside her that was also out of breath. "Wow, you’re really in good shape!" the soft voice said.
The voice belonged to a young woman of about 25, Lisa estimated.
