This story is a complete work of fiction.
Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.
The Pool
Caroline looked down at the perfectly smooth, flat bed of water stretched out before her. This was the best bit.
She had been asked to visit the new exhibition in Rome, in the hills, and write an article for the "Art Review" magazine. Art was her life, she was well respected in her own right and she enjoyed mixing business with pleasure. As a part of the agreement she had also been offered the opportunity to house sit the magazine's Euro Art Correspondent's home. So his absence not only led her to Rome but also to the Italian opulence of his residence. And opulent it was.
Caroline had had a tiring but enjoyable day. She had made many notes and, after only the first of three days, she already felt that she had enough material for an excellent article.
Now she was back 'home' and standing, in her tight, white one piece swim suit facing the indoor swimming pool. She puffed a relaxed sigh and once more stared down into the peaceful water. This really was the best bit.
Momentarily she glanced out of the large panoramic windows surrounding the pool. She could have been naked and no one would have seen her. The night sky was beautiful and Caroline felt her body tingle at the thought of being so alone in such a gorgeous surrounding.
Taking up the correct stance she aimed her hands at the pool and dived in. Hardly breaking the surface her lithe body became immersed in the water and she moved almost to the half way mark before she resurfaced and switched seamlessly into a very credible front crawl motion taking her swiftly to the other end.
Caroline rested at the pool's edge and paused for breath. This felt so good. Back she swam to the place where she got in. Upon completing her second length Caroline placed both hands on the pool side and motioned herself up and out of the water. She looked stunning with water dripping everywhere from her nubile frame. Reaching back she took her long brown hair and scooped it up. She needed a tie and moving to her discarded robe she took out a blue bobble and fastened her beautiful mane into a long, wet pony tail.
Roving eyes watched her stretch her body tight as her back arched and she completed the tying of her hair. She was not alone.
Caroline turned back to the pool. Once more her lovely 5 foot 2 inch body prepared to enter the water. Her bare feet felt for the edge of the pool, helping her to balance.
The eyes roamed over the tight firmness of her bottom covered by the sheer, white material, high cut at the front of her groin to reveal a considerable expanse of thigh and abdomen. Then up the long, seductive length of the black zip that held the material tightly around her breasts and slim waist. The first few teeth of the zip were undone revealing a tantalising glimpse of cleavage and servicing an undeniable fuelling of lust filled intent.
Then she dived and again she swam effortlessly through the pool completing one length, then two then three and soon she was swimming freely and without a care in the world as the rigours of the day passed away.
The eyes belonged to a body and the body to a man. A local man, who knew that Caroline was alone in the house. He was a man who had waited for her amongst the decorative thick foliage that adorned one corner of the pool house. A man who now sensed that his luck was in. His hand moved to his groin and he felt the hardening of his cock as he watched the scantily clad beauty swim back and forth imagining what he would do to her once he had watched her a little longer.
Caroline was enjoying herself now. The water felt good and no longer chilled. She had been a strong swimmer in her younger years and, although twenty eight now, the skill developed back then was returning to her. Caroline swept under the water and aimed for the white wall towards which she was swimming. As it came closer she headed once more for the surface. Upon breaking the water she shook her head as the drops took a few seconds to clear from her eyes before she could refocus her sight.
"What the f..."
"I have to say you look so good in there I could have watched you for hours."
"Who are you, what...how...?"
"It doesn't matter how, I am just here and that's all you need to worry about."
In spite of her predicament Caroline noticed that, despite being in deepest Italy, the man spoke perfect English.
Turning in a panic she swam away from the large male figure looming above her, hearing him laugh as he moved, following her round the pool. He could get to any of her anticipated exit points before her but, whilst ever she remained in the pool, she was safe - for the time being at least. However, she couldn't stay there forever and what if he decided to come in?
Caroline's action was now less than smooth. She was filled with trepidation and tried to watch where he was whilst, at the same time, swimming aimlessly around. Finally she settled for a spot in the middle of the pool where its depth meant that she had to tread water to stay afloat. After only a few seconds of this she was already beginning to ache.
"You can't escape me my aquatic goddess," he taunted.
She just stared at him silently cursing his presence.
Suddenly, Caroline felt an unexpected tiredness engulf her body and she could stand her situation no longer.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Whatever I do to you, you will enjoy it, eventually. Take my word for it."
'No...' Caroline shook her head in denial.
