[Pedro the Fisherman]

Tomorrow started early, about 5.30 am I heard a large splash from the pool. Through the open window, I could peak through the chink in the curtains. A dark haired person was swimming alone and from what little I could see, that person was naked.

I moved closer, hoping not to be seen in the shadow of the room. As they reached the shallow end it was clear it was I***e, the writer who once said she would never swim naked. Since her afternoon with J* and my roommate, I'd hardly seen wearing anything. She lay back with her arms on the rim of the pool, the warm early morning sunshine made her very large breasts glisten as the wobbled in the swell of the water. Once she realised nobody was about, she moved a hand and it disappeared under the water, just out of my sight. Within a few seconds it was apparent what she was doing from the expression on her face. From my vantage point in my room, I soon took her lead. Holding the curtain back just enough to see and hopefully not exposing myself, I jerked off in time with her. I was about to come but stopped as she seemed to hold back. We both started off again and within a few seconds she gasped so loud she ducked down under the water, as if to hide. I was about to let my load go but held back again. She was getting out now, again her gorgeous white expanse of bottom appeared as she pulled herself out of the pool. She turned to face the pool, the first time I'd got a good view her full frontal. She was magnificent and I came on the spot just looking at her. Instantly I felt a little guilty and moved back into my room. I decided to brazen it out and venture onto the pool terrace, before she left.

I emerged from my room, wrapped in my towel. I***e was now walking around the pool, also wrapped in her towel. "Morning" I greeted, "oh hello" she replied. " that was bloody wonderful... wasn't it!" and gave me a theatrical wink and a smile. I looked back and the sun that had made her body glisten was shining right into my bloody room window. I went to the spot where she had been, to my horror, she would have seen everything I'd been up to.

Mixed feelings of guilt and excitement of her coming whilst knowing I was wanking on the view of her filled my head. The guilt increased when I remembered I was going to have a talk with J about our 'friendship' this morning too.

I'll get to that next time...