Swimming was my new pass-time.
My wife and I had installed an in-ground pool in our back yard with the proceeds from my third book sale. The book was doing well in some circles. Not well enough to buy a new house, but well enough.
Of course, after the pool was installed and the landscaping finished, my wife, Elizabeth (Bess for short,) wanted to have a party. She invited friends, but also some of the upper crust from town that we knew.
The day had started off fine but rapidly turned stormy. Our guests watched the sky and checked the radar on their phones. My a-social tendencies were kicking in, and I found myself hoping that they would leave soon.
At the first rumble of thunder, my wife suggested moving the party inside. She had retained a few servers for the event, and they brought the wine and food inside. I told her that I wanted to get my laps in for the day before I joined them.
“Be careful,” she said, her hand on my arm.
“I will,” I said, kissing her lightly. “If it gets bad, I can wait it out in the equipment shed.”
I walked to the pool enclosure and put my glasses on a table. I pulled my t-shirt off, dropped it on a chaise, and got a towel from the linen closet built into the wall.
I looked into the back yard and didn’t see anyone. Everyone, it seemed, had already retreated into the house. Seeing this, I stepped behind the dressing screen and dropped my swim trunks as the first few raindrops began to fall, cold and refreshing.
I loved swimming nude. Since I now had my own pool, I swam naked almost every day. Earlier, I had tolerated the presence of the others that necessitated wearing a swimsuit, but since I was now alone, I indulged myself.
Of course, my wife’s young friend and assistant, Lindsey, had made me thankful that I had the suit on. I couldn’t hide the excitement I felt at the sight of her clad only in a modest, red bikini. She was petite, with long, dark, curly hair that drove me crazy.
I dived into the pool and began. I was just finishing my first lap when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone else diving into the water, followed by another clap of thunder.
I stopped swimming and saw them in the far lane. Since I didn’t have my glasses on, and the person was mostly submerged, I couldn’t tell who it was. I almost got out and put my trunks on, but decided that I should finish my laps and get out. I didn’t want to be caught in the water during a lightning storm.
I only swam four more laps. The claps of thunder were getting closer together now, and I was beginning to see the flashes of lightning. I swam to the edge of the pool closest to the changing screen and pushed up onto the edge. I sat there for a second, watching the other swimmer.
I could make out dark hair, a lot of it. I watched their turn and couldn’t see swimming trunks. Either they weren’t wearing anything, or it was a small bikini. I decided to wait and see who it was. It was my pool, after all.
Rain fell harder now, the cold water felt good after the hard, fast swim. My hair washed into my eyes, and I pushed it back. Lightning flashed overhead. I saw that the other swimmer had stopped swimming and was standing in the shallow end, watching me.
“Ready to get out?” a female voice shouted.
“Lindsey?” I called out.
“Yes,” she shouted. The sound of the rain hitting the concrete and the water was incredibly loud. She began swimming over to me.
Right over to me. Suddenly Lindsey was standing; her eyes level with my hardening cock. I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do.
“Hi,” she said, putting a hand on each of my knees.
“Hi,” I said. My cock was getting longer, and I could feel it touch the concrete and then lift as if it was looking at her.
Lindsey was close enough now that I could see her. She was looking right at my cock. Her nipples were just at the waterline, and her breasts bobbed with the motion of the waves.