I pulled on swimmers, shorts, tshirt, and runners and headed out for the short walk to the pool. I try to swim a couple of times a week as it’s good for general fitness and extra good for my back. It had been a lovely day, sunshine, not too hot, and as the sun headed for the horizon it had cooled off just a little, promising a comfortable night.
I reached the pool and paid for entry, the man at the counter warning me that the pool would close in an hour and a half. I assured him it was more time than I needed.
The pool wasn’t too busy being a week day and dinner time for most people – especially families. There were a few lap swimmers occupying the lap lanes and some teens splashing around in the general section of the 50 meter pool, but it was actually remarkably quiet. I’d have to remember to come here late next time.
I stripped off, limbered up, stretched my arms and shoulder, donned my swimming cap and goggles, then slipped into the pool and began my ritual count of my laps. Up and back, up and back, 200 meters, then three. I was just about at the wall when my goggles moved a fraction as I took a breath and flooded one eye. I swam to the wall and stopped, standing up to drain the goggles and reposition them so that hopefully they wouldn’t leak again. I think I’d squinted a bit taking that breath and that had upset them.
I was busy contemplating my error when a pair of shapely legs appeared in front of me. I looked up to see a woman preparing much as I had to join my lane.
“Cold isn’t it!” She exclaimed pulling her arm across her chest to stretch the muscles in her shoulder.
It wasn’t cold at all, the indoor pool was warm and humid I thought even if the water wasn’t recreational temperature it was good for swimming laps – oh. This wasn’t about the water, or the air. Was she flirting with me? She finished her stretches and sat down, dangling her feet in the water.
“It’s not bad once you get in” I replied.
She smiled and settled her goggles over her eyes.
“I was hoping that they wouldn’t have the 25 meter barrier up” she said.
“Yes, it’s a pain” I replied, “I’d much rather swim 50 meter laps. 25 meters just isn’t enough to get into a good rhythm”
“Yeah, especially for you since you’re so tall! Four strokes and your at the other end.”
“That is true” I said.
“Still, at least there aren’t too many people here. I hate it when the fast lane is crowded.”
“Agreed. Especially with people doing breath stroke when there’s a dedicated lane just for that.”
We chatted on for a while, she slipped into the water beside me and bobbed up and down as we talked. Eventually we mutually decided that it was time to swim. She waved me on so I went first.
I plowed up and down the pool, my female lane friend doing well to mostly keep up. I’m not the fastest swimmer in the world, but being six foot two and having reasonable form means that only the better club swimmers and proper athletes are ever going to overtake me. She was actually pretty impressive.
Another swimmer had joined us about 500 meters in and the three of us were surprisingly well matched and I didn’t have to overtake anyone as I’d feared I’d have to.
I stopped again when I’d completed 1000 meters. I stepped to the side as she swam up, I couldn’t; help but notice that she had broad well muscled shoulders, a shapely bottom, and strong legs. I felt a twitch of arousal.
I was, expecting her to tumble turn and keep on going, but she stopped too. I smiled at her and pulled my goggles up.
“Why is the first 1000 meters always so hard?” She asked “It’s always such a slog. Feels like it’ll never en!”
“Then it does and suddenly you can just keep on swimming?” I finished for her.
“Yes exactly! I hate the warmup.”
She was standing in the middle of the lane facing me and at that moment our lane budy arrived, I nodded in the other swimmers direction. She turned, saw the incoming swimmer and hopped back and to my side with a little yelp bumping into me accidentally.
The other swimmer tumble turned and wriggled away before breaching the surface to swim up the pool again.
The moment dragged on. Her bottom was pressing firmly against my crotch – and we both became aware of my erection.
“Oooh…” she said, wriggled a little, then stepped away.
I was mortified. I’d been enjoying the sight of her, but I hadn’t been planning on poking her with a rampant boner!
“Is that for me?” She asked shyly.
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be” she said. “Let’s finish our laps and get out of here.” She smiled sweetly, ducked down and pushing off the wall, shot away. I seated my goggles again and headed off after her. I was sure that my erection was now creating serious amounts of drag.
We churned up and down the pool. Our lane buddy eventually had enough of freestyle and moved over to a slower lane to practice a mix of strokes. Eventually I hit 2000 meters. I pulled up and rested in the corner of the lane, leaning against the lane rope watching her swim her last few laps.
When she was done she stood up breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but notice her chest heaving with every breath, her breasts displacing water as they lifted and fell. It was mesmerising and I had a feeling that she knew it.
When she’d caught her breath she said.
“Let’s go.” I nodded and followed her as she ducked down and swam under the lane ropes to the edge of the pool and the ladder. She definitely took her time climbing out, looking back at me as she did so and making sure I had a good view of her bottom all the way.
I climbed up after her and we walked to the wash down showers. My erection was back and I was glad for a second time that the pool wasn’t busy. We stood under the warm, fresh water and rinsed the chlorinated water from the pool off, removing swimming caps and rinsing hair. I watched her as she ran her hands over her body. She watched me.
The water cut off automatically and she looked up.
“I’ll meet you out the front.” She said, glancing down at my bulging swimmers.
“I’ll be there.” I replied with a knowing smile. Yes you know I have an erection. And you want me to know that you approve.
She turned away and went to pick up her bag.
I did the same and went into the men’s changing room. I dried off, put my t-shirt, shorts, and shoes on and headed out to the entrance. She wasn’t there when I arrived and I had a moment of doubt. Had she gone? No. I hadn’t taken long to change, she couldn’t have done so faster than me.
So I leaned back against the wall, warm with the days sun, a delightful contrast to the cooling air.
Presently she came out of the aquatic centre exit, hair wrapped in a towel, t-shirt on top and a sarong wrapped around her waste.
“I’m parked over there, how about you?” She asked.
“I walk here.” I replied.
“Would you like a ride?”
I let the double entendre hang there for a moment, acknowledging it with a smile.
“I’d like that very much.”
She swapped her bag to her other hand which held her keys, sliding the straps to the crook of her elbow and took my hand with her free hand and began to walk. I let her lead me along and we angled towards the far corner of the car park. The sun was on the horizon and the shadows were long, but it wasn’t dark enough for the lights to have come on yet.
She raised her hand with the keys and pressed a button on the fob. Ahead a Range Rover squatted in the second to last car space. It’s lights flashed as it unlocked. She guided us around to the far side, popped open the passenger door and threw ther bag on the back seat, then turned and pulled me into her.
I leaned down to kiss her, she tilted her head back and kissed me, putting a hand around the back of my head and pulling me closer. I felt her other hand between us and she grasped at my crotch.
She broke off the kiss and hissed “That was so fucking hot feeling your cock was hard in the pool.”
“Your fault.” I replied “wasn’t sure you’d like it though.”
“Fair. You have to be careful who you poke in the arse with an erection in the pool.”
She pulled me down again and we kissed some more. My had found it’s way under her t-shirt and up to her breasts – no bra. I’d noticed that as we walked to the car. I cupped one breast in my hand, almost like I was weighing it.
“You like them.” She said, the question rhetorical.
I squeezed more firmly and said “yes” anyway.
We kissed some more. I played with her breasts, teasing, squeezing, gently pulling her nipples until they were hard and she was moaning into our kiss.
My hand dropped away, found the split in her sarong, and slipped inside. She gasped as my hand found its way to her crotch, stopping to stroke the strip of pubic hair above her pussy. I pulled away and squatted in front of her. She leaned back against the passenger seat and put one foot up on the pocket in the bottom of the open door.
I looked around briefly. The car and the door shielded us from the parking lot and the hedge behind me completed the screen. Someone would have to walk right past us to see anything. But it was still a risk – and even more arousing because of it!
I leaned in and buried my face in her crotch, probed with my tongue. Here labia were smooth, waxed perhaps, possibly lasered. I ran my tongue up and down them lightly. She let out a breath, pointed her toe, raising her leg just a bit more to give me more access to her.
I curled my tongue, running it back and forth, slowly dividing her lips, discovering her taste, and finding her clit, making her shudder. She grasped my damp hair, her fingers flexing in time with my tongue.
I grasped her thigh, feeling the muscles taught and tense – from holding her up and from the tension in her body as I licked her pussy slowly. She shifted a bit getting more comfortable. The position wasn’t ideal I was sure, but she didn’t seem to want me to stop.
I slid my free hand up her thigh and introduced a finger along side my tongue. I stroked over the opening of her vagina, my fingertip quickly became extremely slippery in that wonderful way that only natural lubrication can provide. I circled my finger, from labia to perineum feeling how her lips shifted and parted with each cirlce then to the smooth skin behind them before coming back again. It made my shiver and I could feel my erection straining my shorts.
Not ten minutes ago we’d both been swimming laps, now I was teasing her clit with my tongue and on the verge of fingering fucking her. We didn’t even know each others names!
“Fuck, make it harder, you fucking tease!” She hissed, pulling my hair and pushing her hips against me.
I pushed up with my nose, pulling at the hood of her clit, explosing the tip of her clit and set to it with my tongue, I can vibrate my tongue quite fast and she gasped and arched against me.
“Fuck. YES!”
I pushed up with two middle fingers, feeling the opening of her vagina clench and resist momentarily, then slowly relax. My fingers slid inside her and she caught her breath.
I curled my finger tips, stroked them against her g-spot as deep as I could. She squatted a little, slipping down the side of the seat a fraction, lifting her leg further.
“Oh yes – harder!”
I concentrated on her clit with my tongue stimulating it as hard as I could and fucked her with my fingers, feeling her vagina begin to grasp at them, a fresh pulse of wetness descending so they slid more easily. I was pulling my fingers almost all the way out of her and delighting in the feeling of her labia sliding over them, back and forth.
Her breathing built and she tensed up. “Fuck! Ahh!” She gasped. Her fingernails bit into my scalp and she yanked on my hair hard as she climaxed. I stopped with my tongue and slowed the movement with my fingers, following her gradual relaxation as the orgasm passed. I was flooded with satisfaction and pleasure of my own. I leant into her, hugging her trembling leg, still tasting and smelling her.
Her breathing slowed a little. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, making her gasp.
I stood up and she put her foot down, stood up from the car and we embraced, her head fitting neatly under my chin. I looked down and she looked up, we kissed again slowly and gently until she broke away to breath.
“That was fucking amazing” she said “do you have a condom? I really need you to fuck me.”
“I’m sorry, no” I said.
“I’ll just have to suck you then.”
She grabbed her towel, dropped it on the ground and knelt in front of me. She pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees, took my still quite hard penis in her mouth and went to work. She grasped my butt cheeks with both hands and pushed her mouth over my cock, a fully porn move that took me by surprise. I felt her gag a little and pull back, then do it again. She pulled back a little and started working my cock with one hand, copious saliva on her lips and my shaft.
She looked up at me sidelong “No lube, no problem.” She said and ducked her head down again, sucking and stroking. She was firm but not rough and I felt the tension starting in my balls and creeping up into my cock. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
I looked down at her squatting in front of me, I could make out her breasts moving under her t-shirt with each stroke of her hand as she sucked me and her sarong was close to falling off, spread at the front and allowing me to see at least you pubic hair if not anything else.
It was amazingly hot being sucked by a total stranger against her car in the parking lot, my face and hand still wet with her juices.
I came. A sudden tensing deep in side, then the rhythmic pump and squeeze as I ejacualted in her mouth, she squeezed and pulled harder with her hand, sucking noisily as I gasped repeatedly.
“Woooo!” Someone called out. I’d totally lost track of our surroundings. I came back to the real world and heard the scuff and snap of thongs (flip-flops) as someone walked by “good on yah!” A young guy called out as he passed the Range Rover and disappeared behind the bushes.
She wrapped her arms around my legs and leaned into me. I could hear her giggling, trying not to laugh and started laughing myself. She stood up and we squeezed each other tight and laughed together.
“Ooops, busted!” She said. “Hope it was worth it.”
“That was a fucking amazing blowjob thank you.”
I looked down and she looked up, kissed me, my cum on her lips still.
“You taste like me, I taste like you” she said. “Goes together well.”
“Like chocolate and vanilla” I replied.
“So. You going to take me to your place and fuck me properly?”
END