Once Bitten...

As Angelina went indoors to get herself ready, Linda sat and pondered, looking wistfully at the still water, sparkling in the sun. ‘Here’s a towel and robe,’ Angelina called, stepping out and tossing a bundle onto the chair beside Linda. ‘See you about four-thirty. You know where everything is, don’t you?’ ‘Yes thanks. Don’t worry about me. I’ll have a swim after I’ve phoned Mum. I like to let her know that I’ve arrived safely. She worries so much.’ The call was made. She hadn’t told Monica that she was considering a swim without her swimwear. She’d never hear the last of it. Not the done thing in Mum’s world. As she put away her mobile, she sat back in the chair and breathed a deep sigh. It was good to be back and excitement was mounting at the thought of seeing Ryan again. She stretched her legs, stood and walked over to the poolside so that she could dip her foot into the water. Not too cold, she thought as she returned to the chair, where she stood uncertainly. She’d never stripped completely out of doors before and she felt a little self- conscious, but she was alone, the sun was hot and that refreshing water was waiting. She slipped off her shorts and T-shirt and was tempted for a moment to swim in her bra and pants, but, taking a quick look round, she quickly took these off too and hastened to the pool. With a little jump she hit the surface and gasped at the impact of the cool water. She started to swim with quick strokes, until she felt comfortable with the temperature change. She slowed down and flipped over to float on her back, letting her head relax, so that the water lapped around her ears. She adopted the star position and giggled to herself, thinking that it was a good thing that there was nobody around to see her. Angel was right, she thought. It is liberating and she shot her right leg into a vertical line, straining to keep the left one straight in the water. She changed position so that the left leg was held upright then sat up in the water, paddling round in a circle. She played for a few minutes and then resumed swimming at a leisurely pace, until she’d completed twenty lengths. That’s it, she thought, time to go and dress before Angel returns. She grasped the handrail near the steps and hauled herself out of the pool, standing to feel the hot sun caress her body. She stood, feet together, facing the sun, stretched out her arms and tipped back her head. Sheer bliss, she thought. * * * Sebastino had been driving deep in thought until Bunyola came in sight. ‘Who ever thought that we would expand like this,’ he said to Ryan. ‘I know we’ve stretched finances a bit, but all the signs are good and we’ll soon need to employ more workers. Catalina says that her boyfriend is looking for work. I’ve seen him a couple of times and he seems a good sort. He drives and is quite a handy lad by all accounts. I think he lives fairly near you – between Bunyola and Soller. I have his address.’ ‘Why don’t you call in then, while I collect the paperwork? Just make it a friendly visit and sort him out,’ Ryan suggested. ‘We can interview him later, if he’s keen. I’d rather employ someone we know something about and Catalina has a sensible head on her shoulders.’ As they drove along, they talked about the need for more workers and eventually Sebastino agreed to drop Ryan off at Villa Marguerita. He thought it would only take ten minutes to drive to the young man’s home and return. ‘I’ll pick you up on the way back,’ he said as Ryan left the car. Ryan walked wearily down the path and let himself in. No baking today, he thought as he passed the tidy kitchen and walked along the corridor to his room, where he’d left the paperwork on the bedside table. He sat on the bed in the semi-shade; the curtains were almost closed to keep the room cool and he sorted the papers on his knee, before putting them back in the folder. He thought wistfully of the pool outside his window and resolved to make that his first move when he finished work for the day. He stood and wondered where Angel was. Swimming, he guessed and he moved to peer through a chink in the curtains. He gasped at the vision in front of him and drew back quickly to stand behind the curtains, his back to the window, his eyes closed. Angel? - standing naked at the far side of the pool? He visualised the sight – trim waist, beautifully rounded buttocks and shapely legs I didn’t know she swam in the nude, he told himself. His eyes flew open. That wasn’t Angel’s hair! Am I dreaming? He turned and looked again towards the pool. The figure had turned now and as he gazed across, his legs trembled and he felt a tightening sensation. He became aroused watching the movements of a familiar figure. Linda? No, it couldn’t be! I’m going crazy, he told himself. He watched as the figure ran round the pool, full breasts bouncing, and the dark mound glistening at the top of her pale thighs. She bent and picked up her towel, wrapped it round her waist and sank back on the lounger, throwing open the towel so that the warm sun caressed her cool body. ‘Aaaaah!’ Ryan groaned and he trembled as he adjusted his trousers. I must be dreaming.