Swimming Pool Fun
I had reluctantly agreed to the swimming challenge, one mile in open water.
All for a good charity but I was going to have to train hard.
A mile in the River Thames: with current, pollution, wind and probably rain. It was twice as hard as a mile in the swimming pool, but my training had to start somewhere.
With only 6 weeks to train and a week in Greece on holiday planned just after the charity swim, it was the perfect way to get in shape.
So, It was a cold Tuesday morning, I packed my things and headed off for the local swimming pool.
It was 30m in length, and today I had intended 20 lengths of the pool, followed by a 5km run.
After accomplishing my distances I headed home pleased I was on the right track.
Similar mornings followed and I gradually increased my distances and looked to reduce my time in ready for my challenge, when I stumbled upon a surprising situation.
After a 45 - minute swim, I sat up in the viewing seats to the side of the swimming pool in order to cool down before I went to the gym.
I noticed one of the changing rooms had someone sitting inside and their legs were facing the changing room adjacent to them. It looked a little odd, as they were tight up against the wall. It looked like they were spying on their neighbour...
I waited to see who would leave first and a young woman left the room next to the room where the suspicious feet were.
As she left, the feet in the adjacent room went back to wandering around and getting changed.
A few minutes later another woman entered the empty changing room to dry and get changed into her clothes.
As this happened, the feet returned to the wall, it was clear this person had the means of spying into the room next door and they had been spying on the two ladies who had previously been in the changing room.
Again, the third changed woman left the cubicle, unaware of what was going on next door, yet the same person remained in the changing room next door, waiting and spying on newcomers.
As I thought about it, a chill ran down my spine and across my tummy. I considered entering the changing room and stripping naked, knowing I was being watched.
As I considered this, an old man opened the changing room door, the 'spying room' and exited the pool. He shuffled guiltily away unaware anyone was aware of his misdemeanours.
I left the pool that day with my mind whirring with possibilities. I had to get into that changing room on a day when he was spying. I wanted to strip for him and see where it led.
For my next training session, a couple of days later, I had planned to look out for the old 'Peeping Tom'.
After swimming around 10 lengths I noticed an older guy enter the cubicle where the pervert was situated the previous day. I swam past and watched beneath the cubicle to see if their feet betrayed them.
Soon, a lady in her thirties entered the cubicle after her swim. I swam past to check out the feet and sure enough the old man was up against the sidewall, staring at the young mum as she changed.
After about 15 minutes the now fully dressed woman left the cubicle, seemingly unaware she had been spied on.
Without delay, I rushed up to the locker where my towel and clothes were, grabbed them and rushed to the now empty cubicle next door to the old spying pervert.
Suddenly aware of what I was doing, I slowly entered the cubicle with my bag of clothes in my hand, feeling very excited.
I sat down in the cubicle and wrapped my towel around me. Looking in the direction of where my watcher might be.
I then noticed his feet moving to the corner where he had perched when watching the previous women.
I was wearing a white bikini swimsuit with small red hearts on the bra and panties.
The bra covered my large 36D breasts adequately but showed a lot of cleavage.
The panties were high enough to be sexy but fully covered my pubic area, which was fully shaved in preparation of the swimming challenge and training regime ahead of me.
Relaxing now and standing in front of the 'spyhole' I pulled a strap over one arm revealing some cleavage. Looking at the floor I turned to my audience and removed the second strap. Looking at what I believed was the spyhole, a hole of around 1cm diameter, I looked directly at the hole and revealed both of my breasts.
Feeling liberated and very horny, I tweaked both nipples with each hand, never taking my stare away from the peephole.
I then slowly pulled my costume down over my tummy and down to my hips. I turned and bent over as I pulled the costume down over my now naked ass, shaking slowly and provocatively to give my viewer a good show.
Enjoying myself I pulled my ass cheeks apart giving a full view of my ass and pussy ensuring my watcher was in no doubt that I knew he was there and that I wanted him to see me.
Seeing his feet still in position I turned to face the hole in the wall with my costume now half way down my legs and my naked pussy directly in front of the hole. Moving closer I stroked my pussy and began to talk sexily into the hole in the wall.
"Would you like to touch me?" I asked.
