Me
I'm betting you're on the train, heading home.
She jumps, looking at the bag she left by the poolside, and swims toward it, taking out her phone.
Lola
Ha! I'm having a blast swimming.
Me
I don't believe you.
She holds her phone away from her and takes a photo.
Me
All I can see is your head. How can I be sure you are fully complying with the dare requirements?
Lola
I'm not taking a picture of me naked. You will just have to believe me.
Me
Then you have to show me something other than just your head. As far as I know, you just got inside fully dressed, took a picture, and left.
Lola
Maybe you will get lucky later and I'll decide to take another, but for now, that's all you get.
I don't need another picture to get any proof. I can see she is naked. Besides, I have cameras focused on the pool, and I already know I will be watching all the footage later,but for now I watch her in the flesh. And again, the urge to step outside and join her overwhelms me.
My heart leaps and spins as she swims to the pool bar, reaches inside, and takes out a bottle of hazelnut liqueur and a glass.
She fills it with the horribly sweet liquid, downing it. She shudders, shrugs, and fills it up again.
I stay quiet and still. I need her to think she is here alone, that she can do what she wants.
Lola's eyes keep scanning the yard as she takes her glass and sets it down on the edge of the pool.
She lies down in the water and starts floating.
I take a chance and silently slide the window less than an inch open. Just enough that I can hear her splashing around.
I can't see her face at the moment, but I catch the moment when she sighs. "This is the life."
If only.
I love my place in Park Slope, but while it is nice, it is also a world away from this. From the basement and the waiting room down there, to the kitchen and then up to my bedroom, it is a timeless modern. But this is nice enough as well, I guess, even if it is not home for me.
Then she gets back up, and my mind goes blank.
She is gorgeous.
Her hair now running down her back, a wild and determined light in her eyes, water drops down her shoulders and collarbones.
My cock gets harder, and I'm thinking I'm gonna need the shower attached to this room.
