It was a typical summer day; the sun was shining brightly, no clouds and the temperature was rising steadily as the day wore on. Emma Townsend had the week off from work and after spending most of the early part of the day sweltering in her home, she finally made her way to the waterpark near her home. She was of a mind to do catch up on her reading by the pool and then some swimming to cool off when the heat became unbearable.
The waterpark was pretty packed but Emma found herself an empty lounger and set up her things; spreading out a towel on the lounger. Mostly families with small children but a few older men and women dotted the loungers around the pool. Kids were shrieking and laughing as they swam in the shallow end.
The eyes of more than a few of the older men around, turned towards Emma as she undid the light blue top she was wearing and took it off. Underneath she wore a pale pink patterned bikini with a matching bottom. Her pale back was only marred by the tiny pink string that held the bikini top that gently held together her large, round breasts. Her shapely bottom was outlined in the same fabric. Emma wore flip flops and a sarong, which she draped loosely around her waist; letting the light breeze uncover her legs. She did up her hair in a single, long braid and put on some sun lotion and settled herself on the lounger. She hoped she had a nice tan by the end of the day; spending all of her time working in an office had left her extremely pale.
Magnus did his best to not stare, he really did, but the curvy woman proved to be more than a match for his resolve. And so he stared and stared. She was gorgeous, to be sure. So thought many others. Licking his lips, he drank in the sight of her, enjoying every single inch.
He wondered if others were having the same thoughts. Judging by the others that were looking at her, they were. A few of the men seemed to have trouble hiding their admiration for her, making Magnus smirk. He thought much the same but could keep himself hidden in his swimming trunks.
Even women thought she was attractive, if their stares were something to go on. But who knew? They might just be jealous. Resting on his recliner a little while longer, Magnus decided to get in the pool to cool off. Slipping into the water, he swam about a bit, ending up in front of the woman for some reason.
Emma was absorbed in her book. It was a good read. At the end of her current chapter, she put the book down and raised herself from the lounger, swung her legs over and reached for her water bottle. As she did so the tingling on the back of her neck told her that someone was watching her. Emma glanced from side to side and then a quick look behind her. A young man was sitting on a lounger, a few chairs away, slightly turned towards her. Was he staring at her? Or was she just imagining it? Some of the other people around her did glance at her from time to time but she only felt the intensity from him.
After taking a drink, when Emma turned back the young man had disappeared. She cast a furtive glance around the pool but did not spot him. Then suddenly he popped up out of the water almost right in front of her. Up close he was as handsome as she thought he had been when she had first caught the glimpse of him; he was very muscular and the way the water plastered down his dark hair was enticing.
Emma reached for her book but instead of opening and starting to read again, she placed it over her stomach and smiled at him lightly, giving him a nod.
Instead of nodding back like a gentleman, Magnus shot the gorgeous woman a wink. Just like her, he got a closer look at her now that he had approached her and Magnus liked what he saw. The distance they had been apart had done much to hide just how attractive this woman was. It was hard to tell her age but he figured she was somewhere at the end of her twenties if anything. Then, figuring he had nothing to lose, Magnus swam to the edge of the pool and rested his arms on the side.
"Hey" he said, "I haven't seen you here before. I think I would have remembered someone as good looking as you."
Magnus had very few qualms about approaching women like that. Having grown up with four sisters made it easy for him to talk to them. He flashed her a smile and indicated her book. "What are you reading? Anything good?" he asked.
Emma’s smile widened at the wink. She liked his puckishness. She got a better look at him as he swam to the edge right in front of her and came to a stop. He had strong, brawny arms. Close up she was sure he was much younger than her; 10 years at the least.
Emma felt a blush creep up on her face when the handsome young man complimented her. “Umm, I, thanks.” She stammered, smiling and turning her gaze to her book. She jerked her head back up when he asked about what she was reading. “Umm, yeah. It’s great. It’s a sci-fi novel.”
She raised herself up from the lounger and leant forward to show him the cover.
Well, that did it. If he hadn't been convinced she had what it took to make him swoon, her leaning over did the trick. Face to face with her massive breasts, separated by only a small distance, Magnus felt himself start to harden in his trunks. How could he not? She was practically shoving those puppies in his face.
"You sure know how to sell a book" he said with a grin. He knew she knew what he meant. Was that why she did it? To get approval? If so, she had succeeded. He only glanced at the book in the most cursory manner, because Magnus had far more interesting things on his mind than a stupid book.
What he wouldn't give to get to fondle those gorgeous tits. Magnus shifted his glance, though. He wanted to know if there was a ring on those long, slender fingers, ideal for..no, he shouldn't think that way. Not yet, at least.
Emma smiled, more broadly now, feeling at ease with him. She laughed at his words full of innuendo. She liked the way he looked at her frankly. She always had men look at her, especially at her breasts since they were, at least for most men, her most noticeable part. She did not mind the attention. But it was a little strange coming from a much younger man and it made feel a little nervous.
Giving herself a mental shake, Emma eased the book out of the way of his sight, giving him an eyeful of her breasts. The bikini top she wore today meant that he really didn’t have to stretch his imagination far to guess at what was underneath. “Well, I really wouldn’t know much about selling books. I am more of a book buyer and hoarder.” She grinned at him. “I am Emma, by the way. What’s your name?”
“I’m Magnus. It’s a pleasure to meet you” he replied. Damn, but she did know what she was doing. It was at that point he made a decision: if she were available, he would do anything to seduce her.
“So, how come you’re all alone here? Certainly there’s a man to go with Emma? Or a woman, I don’t judge.” His questions sounded innocent enough but he knew, and suspected Emma did too, that there was more to them than polite inquiry. Unless he was reading the busty beauty completely wrong, she liked what she saw, too.
“Nice to meet you too, Magnus. That’s a nice name.” Emma smiled and laughed at his next question. “No men or women, right now. Just by my lonesome.” She gave him a cheeky grin. “The only man in my life right now seems to be you.” She gave him a little wink of her own.
Emma leaned back a little, dropping the book back on the table beside the lounger. “What about you, Magnus? Are you here with someone or alone?”
Was that an in? It seemed like it was. Throwing all caution to the wind, Magnus chose to just do it. With a hop, assisted by his arns, he heaved himself out of the water. He stood by her recliner before long, kneeling next to her but purposefully lagging in his movements enough to give her an eyeful of her own.
“Thanks, I like my name too.”
He shot Emma a smile. “Me? Nah, I’m by my lonesome. More fun that way. Nobody to check in with if you meet someone interesting. Like, say, avid readers.”
Emma raised her eyebrows slightly as Magnus lifted himself up out of the water. Her first impression of him as a handsome, muscular young was very accurate. And the droplets of water sliding down his bare chest did wonders for the view. Emma felt a slight flush come over her, it had nothing to do with being complimented this time.
“That’s good to know.” Emma smiled. “So you are a fan of reading then?” She scooted over to one side and patted on the towel beside her, inviting him to sit.
“Occasionally” Magnus admitted, smiling a disarming smile. “I’m usually doing things like hiking and swimming” he explained, “so reading tends to fall by the wayside.”
He wasn’t lying either. He liked to do outdoorsy stuff when he wasn’t slacking off. His physique gave testament to that.
By then he’d sat down next to her, loving the heat she was giving off. It wasn’t all the sun, either, he bet. He was still feeling something in his trunks, something that Emma might have missed. But with a body like that, she was certainly the cause.
“I can see that you like hiking and swimming, it’s pretty obvious.” Emma smirked at Magnus, eying him with candour. She liked what she saw.
As Magnus sat next to her, still dripping from the pool, Emma reached for her spare towel and offered it to him. “Would you like a towel to wipe the water off? Or do you plan to go back into the pool soon? I am thinking of taking a dip myself. I would love some company other than screaming children.”
“Let’s head back in, that’s fine.” He looked forward to seeing her standing up and getting an even better look at her. Good lord she was fine. That feeling in his loins was now truly manifesting physically if she cared to look. He was sure she wouldn’t be disappointed.
“After you” he said, standing up and offering her his hand. From here she could not fail to miss what the sight of her did to him. Plus he got an eyeful of her rack from above.
Emma cast couldn’t help but cast a glance downwards as Magnus stood up, offering her his hand. She did see a definite bulge in his swimming shorts; Emma couldn’t help but feel a little proud that she might have had something to do with it.
Emma took the offered hand and pulled herself up. His grip was stronger than she expected and she stumbled a bit and she fell against him pressing a hand into his chest. Beneath her hand, Emma could feel his build, rippling and solid. Emma felt a sudden flash of arousal run through her body as she touched his wet skin; she could feel her nipples harden and poke against the material of her bikini top.
Emma smiled and brushed past Magnus, walking along the light blue tiles of the pool to the shallow end, where entering the water would be easier. She sat down on the pool edge and slipped down into the waist-high water. The water was pleasant, it felt especially cool after being out in the hot sun for so long.
When they looked at one another as he caught her, Magnus felt a jolt of electricity. His sex throbbed against her as he felt her large and soft breasts smushed against his flesh. Her nipples hadn't been hard as they touched but were most certainly when she pulled away. They looked so delectable even hidden behind the fabric. That damnable fabric that kept them out of sight.
As she walked past, the young man studied the woman a few years his senior closely. Her ass was just as delectable as her tits. She wouldn't notice, but the thing in his trunks jumped once as if to remind him where it wanted to go. And sure, why not? The two heads were in agreement and happy about it. Judging by her reception of his attitude, he certain she'd be more to at least more flirting. And then? Who knew.
Sliding into the water next to her, Magnus purposefully got in a little close. Like her, he stumbled, but this one was on purpose. He brushed past her hip, his bulge grinding against her briefly.
"Oh, sorry" he said, steadying himself using her shoulders. "You know how slippery these pools can get." He smiled his disarming smile again and let go of her shoulders, taking a step away. Good lord, she was so fucking hot he wanted to do things to her that would certianly not be appreciated in a public pool. Though, perhaps underwater...
Emma was alone in the water only for a moment before Magnus got in beside her. She got a better look at the bulge in his swimming shorts as he approached the pool; he was undeniably turned on. As Magnus got in the pool he seemed to stagger, he put his hands on her shoulders and Emma felt the hardness in his swimming shorts pressed against her hip. “Oh,” Emma gasped both at feeling the hardness and the feeling of him pulled her close by the shoulders. She ran-in to his chest a little, pressing her breasts against his chest. She could feel her face getting red; not from shyness but a little flush of excitement. And she was sure if she wasn’t in the water already there might have been a little dampness in her bikini bottoms too.
Emma smiled at him coyly. “Yes, the pools are slippery.” She knew the slipperiness of the pool at nothing to do with his stumbling. She laughed as she let go of his waist and he moved away. She turned away and swan to the deeper end of the pool and stopped at the edge. The water had absorbed into the pink fabric of her bikini top, making them almost see-through. She ran a hand over her breasts, feeling her nipples. Turning towards Magnus, Emma smiled, dropping her hands below the water, pulling the sides of her bottoms up and feeling the thin fabric creep between her hairless pussy lips, before running her fingers over the fabric. She wondered if Magnus could guess, from the distance that he was at, whether she was touching herself. And wondered how he would react if guessed it correctly.
The young Nordic man studied this hot woman closely, eyes trained on her all attention. He had noticed her flushed cheeks but from where he was standing he could not make out just what she was doing. Magnus did the only thing left to do: he closed the gap. Powerful strokes brought him closer to her in no time. There he at once noticed the top that was leaving little, yet still too much, to the imagination.
“Emma, at this point you might as well go topless” he said, indicating her bikini. “I wouldn’t mind, for one.” Magnus gave her a good look and came in even closer.
At this point all they had to do was reach out less than an arm’s length and they could fondle one another.
“You are very pretty, you know” Magnus told Emma, eyes locked on hers. A hand remained underwater as he did close in. He pulled his trunks down enough for his stiff cock to pop free. Shooting a glance behind him, immensely grateful for the deep ends in pools, Magnus waited to see what Emma would do.
Emma drifted in the pool, moving towards a corner, watching as Magnus swam over, the water rippling around him. He was a fast, strong swimmer. He stopped in front of her and eyed her openly, his eyes roving her breasts. She smirked at his words. “I suppose I might as well. But unfortunately, this is a public pool so I am afraid you would just have to imagine what it would be like.”
Emma grinned mischievously at him and closed the distance between them, tossing an arm around his shoulder and pulled near. “That’s so nice of you to say. You are pretty handsome yours-,” her words caught in throat as she felt his hardness press against her bare stomach. Her monument pulled them together his hardness pressed between them, nestling upwards. She didn’t need to look down; even if she could see through the swirling water, to guess what it was. Her movement pulled Magnus against her and pushed her back against the side of the pool.