I'm new to this traveling thing. And my first trip to the west coast has not been a productive one. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with a free day, I resign myself to the hotel pool. Maybe a good book and a swim will improve my mood. At least I have the place to myself. Of course I do ... it's Wednesday and did I mention I'm in the middle of nowhere?
Thankfully, the warming sun begins to improve my outlook on the morning as I turn the pages of that mystery novel I'd been wanting to read. It really was a beautiful day. My mind slowly lets go of the stresses back home ... a troubled marriage, the stresses of work and trying to raise kids.
This book holds my attention. So much so that I almost didn't recognize the gate being opened. Looking up over the book as I turned the page, expecting to see the "pool guy", I was surprised to see a woman entering. My curiosity peaked, I followed her with my eyes as she made her way to the other side of the pool, pretending to continue my reading. She was my age ... and so very curvy. My eyes danced over her curves as she walked along the pool side. The see thru sarong giving a hint of the little black bikini underneath. After picking out a lounge chair, she bends over to spread out her towel ... her round cheeks play peek-a-boo with me from under the sarong.
I anxiously wait for that sexy see thru sarong to drop ... I'm getting greedy ... I want to see those wonderful curves unfettered by its opaqueness. It comes off her shoulders ... she wiggles her ass as she pushes it down over her hips ... my eyes soaking up every last drop of her. She has me mesmerized ... until I realize she's looking over her shoulder, right at me. OMG Will, are you 13? You've just been caught staring. Our eyes meet. Can this get any more embarrassing? Well yes, yes it can ... her eyes slowly move their gaze down ... down to my crotch ... and the growing bulge in my swimsuit that I hadn't realized until this moment.
Finally, I snap back to consciousness. What do I do now? I'm red with embarrassment. I shut the book and quickly slip into the pool, hoping the cool water will reverse the effects this woman has had on me. Laps! Yeah ... I'll do some laps ... burn off some of this excitement, energy. As I swim I replay this vision walking to her spot on the other side of the pool, I trace the outline of her bikini in my mind, I remember how her round cheeks peeked out at me as she bent over to arrange her towel, that wiggle she did as she moved the sarong down over her hips. The cool water was no match for my active imagination ... my erection grows. Wait ... was that a show she was putting on? The bending over, the wiggle? Was that a smile on her lips as she saw the effect she was having on me?
Thankfully, the warming sun begins to improve my outlook on the morning as I turn the pages of that mystery novel I'd been wanting to read. It really was a beautiful day. My mind slowly lets go of the stresses back home ... a troubled marriage, the stresses of work and trying to raise kids.
This book holds my attention. So much so that I almost didn't recognize the gate being opened. Looking up over the book as I turned the page, expecting to see the "pool guy", I was surprised to see a woman entering. My curiosity peaked, I followed her with my eyes as she made her way to the other side of the pool, pretending to continue my reading. She was my age ... and so very curvy. My eyes danced over her curves as she walked along the pool side. The see thru sarong giving a hint of the little black bikini underneath. After picking out a lounge chair, she bends over to spread out her towel ... her round cheeks play peek-a-boo with me from under the sarong.
I anxiously wait for that sexy see thru sarong to drop ... I'm getting greedy ... I want to see those wonderful curves unfettered by its opaqueness. It comes off her shoulders ... she wiggles her ass as she pushes it down over her hips ... my eyes soaking up every last drop of her. She has me mesmerized ... until I realize she's looking over her shoulder, right at me. OMG Will, are you 13? You've just been caught staring. Our eyes meet. Can this get any more embarrassing? Well yes, yes it can ... her eyes slowly move their gaze down ... down to my crotch ... and the growing bulge in my swimsuit that I hadn't realized until this moment.
Finally, I snap back to consciousness. What do I do now? I'm red with embarrassment. I shut the book and quickly slip into the pool, hoping the cool water will reverse the effects this woman has had on me. Laps! Yeah ... I'll do some laps ... burn off some of this excitement, energy. As I swim I replay this vision walking to her spot on the other side of the pool, I trace the outline of her bikini in my mind, I remember how her round cheeks peeked out at me as she bent over to arrange her towel, that wiggle she did as she moved the sarong down over her hips. The cool water was no match for my active imagination ... my erection grows. Wait ... was that a show she was putting on? The bending over, the wiggle? Was that a smile on her lips as she saw the effect she was having on me?
