Swim it off

I decided to swim to make it go away. So I swam a couple of laps, went often underwater but my mind was still on Claire swimming naked. I know that I didn’t see much but it was enough for my hormones to make, and keep, me hard. I got out and grabbed a towel on the clothes line. When I turned around to get back inside, I was surprise to see Claire looking at me. I saw her eyes go down and realize that my hard on was in plain view. I quickly move the towel to hide it. She must have gotten out to hang her clothes to dry and since I was underwater I didn’t hear her. She was wearing a white camisole and some pink and white panties. She was probably ready for bed. This didn’t help me with my hard-on. I was the first to found my voice: “Hi, hot summer we have”

• “Yes… very hot” Her gaze was still at my crotch like she was trying to see through the towel. She realized what she was doing and gaze came back up.
• “Sorry about that but I just came from soccer practice and though that everyone was asleep.”
• “Ah, I don’t mind.” Sure you don’t mind, you just saw my ass and my hard dick.
• “I enjoy swimming naked, it’s very liberating. Have you tried it?” There was a slight pause before answering.
• “No” liar… “but maybe I should”
  After that we did small talk but she kept glancing down. So, at one point, I pointed toward the soccer field and held the towel with only one hand. She automatically glanced down but I still held it with my other hand but she saw again that I was not wearing anything else. She was more often glancing down and I would sometimes lower my hand a bit. I still had an erection and with my hand that low it would poke the towel. Her eyes where now more often looking down than looking at me.