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clear soon after they met that they were going to be together. So this was all new to her.
    In the cool of the chalet she took off the bikini top and panties and studied her nude body in the full-length mirror on the wall. Yes, she was in damn good shape for any woman, let alone a thirty-three year old. Her breasts were heavy but still firm, and though she might consider a nip and tuck in four or five years time when the first hints of sag began to creep in, surgery wasn’t anything she’d remotely needed to consider yet. Her waist was pleasingly small, flaring to a nicely curved pair of hips, and her belly was taut and flat. Hours of punishment in the gym had left her ass and thighs toned and supple. She’d trimmed and waxed her pubic mound but had left a neat triangle of hair, believing that not as many guys went for the totally bald look as the current fashion tried to make out.
    If this didn’t get Kyle’s juices flowing, he must be made of stone.
    Donna slipped on a thin robe, belted it and, after a final check in the mirror, stepped outside into the heat again.
    Kyle was in the water, in the deep end at the far end of the pool as thought deliberately and politely keeping his distance. He immediately averted his eyes when Donna emerged but, seeing she was wearing the robe, looked back at her. She couldn’t see anything of him under the water, but one look at the cast-off pile of clothes by the side told her he’d stripped off s she’d suggested. She felt another small thrill of triumph.
    Smiling, she walked to the water’s edge, dropped the towel she’d brought for him on the ground, and unbelted the robe, letting it slip from her shoulders.
    Kyle instantly looked away again and just as quickly looked back, as if his gaze had been pulled to her by some involuntary mechanism. She saw his eyes widen. Almost pop out, in fact. Donna didn’t stand and bask in his gaze, just walked to the side of the pool and lowered herself into the water, conscious that her breasts were bobbing as she did so.
    The water was cool and enveloping and felt good against her naked skin, sending a delicious thrill through her where it caressed the parts of her not normally exposed to it. Her nipples hardened and lengthened and she parted her legs a little, letting the currents swirl around her pussy, tantalising her.
    At the other end of the pool Kyle was swimming about, doing a rhythmic breaststroke, keeping his head above water and glancing across.
    Donna used her legs to shove herself away from the side and arrowed down the length of the pool. She was a strong swimmer and exulted in the play of her leg and arm muscles against the resistance of the water. Halfway across she rolled languidly on to her back, baring herself to the sun and the sky, and aware that her breasts and her pubic mound had broken the surface of the water and were on plain display for Kyle to see.
    At the midpoint of the pool she swung upright and pushed the wet hair out of her eyes. Kyle was close, maybe six yards away, treading water. He gave a quick, shy grin, and she returned it.
    ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ she laughed. ‘Race you to the shallow end,’ and before he could reply she struck out back in the direction she’d come. When she got to the point at which she could stand with the water just over waist-high she stopped and turned and rose above the surface to face him, her breasts thrust out, the water running down and between them.
    Kyle was advancing but kept himself at a crouch, eventually coming to a stop and squatting so that the waterline came halfway up his chest. This time he displayed no awkwardness, but gazed frankly at her naked breasts.
    Donna murmured: ‘You’ve had a good look. Now let me see what you’ve got, honey.’
    His eyes were fixed on hers, and there was a boldness in his look that she hadn’t seen before, a growing and unconcealed lust. Slowly he rose so that his torso was exposed. Donna felt a jolt of desire surge