Getting ready for the pool

Natali grabs her suit and changes in the bathroom while you rummage around the wardrobe. You didn't want to have to wear the boardshorts yet again. You were relieved to see Natali had picked you up some swimming trunks when she bought you the workout clothes. Trunks wasn't quite the right word. They were a dark blue and black skin tight speedo affair that went a bit further down, kind of like an ultra tight fitting boxer-briefs. You shake your head, it would have to do. You head to the bathroom to grab a robe and are stopped dead in your tracks.

She was wearing a black string bikini. It tastefully but barely covered what it needed to. Her big round tits almost looked to be defying gravity, held up by the black cloth. Her cleavage was a natural wonder. You really liked the cleavage. Her sexy ass supported and highlighted by the bottoms. Her long shapely legs lead up from the floor in gentle curves. Her trim waist with just the right amount of definition. Her pale shoulders and elegant neck. Her drop dead gorgeous face. And of course the raven black hair cascading down her back and those chestnut eyes. You were mesmerized by her beauty once more. Having just fallen in love with her magnified it by a hundred.

Caitlin was bouncy and fun and had great soft comfortable body. Melanie was young, flexible, fit and vibrant, the very definition of freshly budded womanhood. Soo-yin was dark and dangerous, her lithe lean hard body a tempting challenge. But Natali...she was simply beyond compare. The epitome of feminine beauty. She was not a young woman, but she carried her years well; they were actually an enhancement to her sensuality. She easily could have been a model or an actress or something. You were reminded once more that this woman was way out of your league. In that moment you were torn between falling to your knees in worship and taking her right there and then on the bathroom mat once more.

"Oh...my...god..." You exhale. "You are..." You could not find the words to truly express yourself. "...gorgeous!"

She smiles at you through the mirror, pretending to be unaware of the effect she was having on you. "Oh good, you found the shorts." She lets out a giggle. "Doesn't leave much to the imagination does it."

You laugh. "Yeah, what is with these trunks? Is this a European thing?"

"Shush. You look great. Really great!" Her eyes focused on your package.

She continues what she was doing. Brushing her hair, checking her face, bending over the sink to get a closer look, her ass right there, she dabs the corners of her mouth... What the hell was she doing!? Let's go!

Grabbing your robe you say. "Okay, shall we go?"

"Patience..." She begins adjusting her boobs, squeezing them together. Through the mirror she is watching you watching her. She was drinking in your attention, enjoying your enraptured gaze. A Leonard Cohen lyric springs to mind. 'I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me, you were in it for your beauty too.'

Taking that as inspiration you look at her in the mirror and recite another of the old poet's works.

"You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You'd have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I'd know you in my sleep. And who but you would take me in, a thousand kisses deep?"

"I loved you when you opened, like a lily to the heat. I'm just another snowman, standing in the rain and sleet, who loved you with his frozen love, his second-hand physique. With all he is and all he was, a thousand kisses deep."

She stares at you standing stock still, stunned by the poetry. "Uh...let's go to the pool...right now..." She says.

You throw on your robe. "Yes ma'am!"