He arrived when I was in the water, my toes pointed, twisting my hips and turning slow circles with my chin tilted to the sky. His body looked the right type, lean without being thin. Muscular and heavily inked but without the desperate gym vibe. Did he know he was hot...? His walk was unassuming. Without a hint of arrogance or perhaps he just hadn’t noticed me watching. Aha there it was, he glanced at me when he flicked...