I usually arrive, put some cream on my upper back and face and get straight into the pool and swim a couple of kilometres. Mainly freestyle augmented by a bit of backstroke.
After my swim, I like to either sit or lie on a lounger for fifteen minutes or so before getting showering and getting changed.
I have a few friends who swim at my time and we chat.
Today, the pool is fairly quiet. It’s the end of the vacation period and most of the tourists have gone home.
At the end of my swim, I got out and dried my face and body, moved my bag so I could lie out on a lounger. I’d had a late night so was a little tired.
There are a few rather vain young women and men who sunbathe regularly and with whom I have little conversation. Anyway, I don’t get turned on by younger women. I’m in my early fifties and I don’t believe in making a fool of myself. And, honestly, they don’t attract me, aesthetics apart.
I noticed a woman in her mid-fifties, a beautiful figure, getting into the pool. She had shoulder-length gray hair and a really shapely rear with longish legs. She wore a one-piece cut high over the hips and it accentuated her litheness.
Perhaps I looked at her a little too long as she turned her head and noticed me staring.
She tied her hair back, stretched a silver swim cap over her head and, puttng her goggles on, eased herself into the water and pushed off and swam beautifully. I lay back, closed my eyes and the warm sunlight soaked into my damp body.
I am very fit, slim. I swim every day and have for many, many years.
I find that sexually, while not as potent as I was as a young man, I have amazing staying power and what I lack in “repeat session” I more than make up for in sustaining myself when making love.
I was thinking about a lover I once had, who I’d met here many years ago. How she would ride me and get totally carried away, oblivious to anything other than her own feelings, my hard penis inside her, till she reached an incredible and rather noisy climax.
My penis started to harden slightly with the thoughts and the warm sun on my moist trunks.
I heard a rustle next to me and, opening my eyes, saw the gray-haired woman drying herself after her swim. She then lay on the lounger next to mine, her head propped up by the raised back.
I hoped she hadn’t noticed the slight bulge in my trunks, the result of my thoughts.
I looked at her and she smiled.
“Good swim?”
“The water is so nice here.”
She had a rather deep and husky voice, and I was immediately turned on by this.
“I haven’t seen you here before."
“ I’m here on a short business trip. Are you a regular?”
“Yes, I live here.”
“That would explain your tan,” she smiled.
“ I don’t really sunbathe but I swim here every day so I do pick up a tan, I guess.”
She smiled again.”It suits you.”
“You swim really well. I was watching you.”
“ I noticed,” she laughed.
“You’re very attractive, I’m sorry if I was staring.”
“That’s fine. To be honest I’d noticed you earlier. I’d seen you swimming too.You’re a good swimmer.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m Cindy.”
“Ric.”
She gave me her hand. Our first touch. I looked in her eyes as I took it and she gave me a very warm smile. Ifelt that feeling in the stomach when there is immediate mutual attraction.
We chatted about life, her home town of Philadelphia, and that she would be visiting Cannes fairly regularly as her company had a partnership with a local firm designing software for architects and real estate projects.
As I’m an architect, we found we had much in common.
We agreed to meet that evening for dinner.
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I picked her up at eight at her hotel, a small boutique hotel in the hills just above Cannes.
She looked fantastic in a simple white chemise and black mini, flats and some lovely silver-drop earrings. She was very natural; a natural beauty, in fact. She wore her hair pulled back and it highlighted her high cheekbones.
We dined in a stylish restaurant called the Surtout. We talked continuously through dinner. I found her charming, funny and sexy, in the real sense of the word.
Walking back to her hotel, she took my arm, something I love.
When we arrived back, standing outside, we kissed. She slipped her tongue immediately inside my mouth and our tongues swirled around each other. I was very turned on and she felt my hardness against her stomach.
“Come in,” she whispered in my ear, following the words with a little bite on my lobe.
As we reached her room we kissed again.I was just so hard, I was embarrassed a little. I felt very turned on by her.