Everything about you makes me feel this way. Every time I close my eyes there you are staring back at me, never wanting to open them again. Because wh...n I do the image of you will disappear. So many nights I’ve imagined you in my bed. Not just making love to you, but holding you, kissing you, touching you, in places that you’ve only dreamt of being touched. To lay there watching you sleep next to me, would be a sensation that I only dream of. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think. “… I did promise her that you’d fuck her.” Grant looks me up and down, appraising me once more just as he did by the pool, but this time all my secrets have been revealed, my little girl bikini just soaked fabric at my feet, so I put my shoulders back, push my tiny breasts forward and wiggle my eager, naked pubis slightly whilst I wait for his approval. “She’s a bit skinny …” Skinny! I bridle at the word. Diminutive, svelte and slender maybe, with a defined waist and narrow hips most. After turning the computer on, I chatted with a few people, but the conversations was boring, so I logged off.I sat there for a moment wondering, what to do next. I was too aroused for sleep; my erect nipples tingled as they brush against the soft, silky, fabric. I placed one hand between my legs and felt the dampness. I slid a finger the between the fold of my pussy and slowly started stroking my clit. I closed my eyes and murmured softly, “Oooooooooooh.” It was then that I decided I needed to. Aiden and I chatted a little, he asked me how my swimming was, if I could do all the strokes. My usual training swim is two kilometers in a little under forty minutes. Sometimes I swim further, sometimes (particularly if I’m hung over) I shorten it a little. I have tried the butterfly stroke but can not claim to be proficient at it which Aiden laughed at and said that wouldn’t be necessary.He asked what I was looking to get out of the Masters Swimming program: I’m not training for anything in.