Standing in the Purple Rain - Sex Stories

Standing in the Purple Rain

Monday morning, 7 am, I was at the early morning lane swim as I do three times a week. The usual group of swimmers were there. Some of them had been regulars for years and a few had just been coming recently. One had caught my attention from her first appearance.

It’s not easy for women to look good in a pool, what with wearing a bathing cap, no makeup and the regulation one-piece suit, but she was the exception. She was a woman just entering the time of life when the tolls of life were beginning to show. She was stretching the limits of her bathing suit in a sexy way. I am not saying this in any judgmental or derogatory way. I actually find older women’s bodies very appealing, far more so than the perfect women so common in porn. Full disclosure, I am in a similar stage. My abs and ass are not as taut and firm as they were ten years ago and the hint of some padding on my hips is getting hard to deny.

Lane swim is a friendly place. Over the past couple of weeks, I’d said hello a few times and she answered with a brief nod. Sometimes she seemed not to have heard or noticed me, as if lost in her own thoughts. This morning she was leaning against the wall and adjusting her goggles. I stopped and asked how she was doing, thinking she would say fine, and I would push off and keep up my rhythm.

“I wish my whole life would be different,” she said to my surprise.

“Ah, now that is a big ask,” I said. “Especially on a Monday morning.”

She did not say anything more, so I ...

... pushed off from the wall and continued to work towards completing my daily goal of 80 lengths.

When I returned to the shallow end she was still standing there and I got the impression she was waiting for me.

“You asked how I am,” she said. “And I gave you an honest answer. You have nothing more to say?”

Picking up on the irritation in her voice, I searched for a more serious response. I wondered what I could say that might offer some solace.

“If you can’t change everything, what one thing would you like to be different?”

“The one thing that would really make a difference is the one thing that I cannot change. So, no use in thinking along those lines.”

She did not give me a chance to respond, rather she dove in and headed down the pool. I dove in after her and followed. She was a strong swimmer and I had to work hard to keep up. I could see her ahead, her slender, long legs that ended at the dark strip where her suit covered her lady garden and then the “V” shape as her suit ran up over her cheeks. We both swam the breaststroke, which allowed me to keep that view every time I put my head below the surface.

After a few more laps, she climbed out of the pool and I stood watching her as she walked to the change room door. She paused and took off her bathing cap and shook out her hair, which was dark and fell around her shoulders. She paused for a moment and then disappeared into the change room.

The whole episode was over in a flash but the impression on ...