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The door of Jennie's flat was opened by a tall, bronzed man wearing only a towel which did little to disguise his straining cock.

"Oh," I said. "Is Jennie in?"

"Sure," he said, looking me up and down. "Come in."

"No, it's OK."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself. She can't come to the door, she's a bit, er, tied up at the moment." He gave me a knowing glance.

"Tell her the lady from Revlon called, would you? I'll call back when it's more convenient."

I walked away feeling angry, frustrated, cheated. She had been mine, mine to do with as I pleased. And I'd lost her. I was angry at myself and angry at her. She had betrayed me. I vowed that would never happen again. Next time I would not be so careless with my possessions.

When Josh came back from his training course he had a week at home then had to go away on another course, this time for a month.

I half-heartedly looked around for another job and generally moped around feeling sorry for myself.

When Josh came back he announced: "I'm leaving the army."

"Leaving? What happened, you only just joined." It had only been six months since we had left university.

"One thing and another. But I'm going to remain as a sort of reservist," he said vaguely. "But how do you fancy moving?"

"Moving? Moving where?"

"Not far away. I'm going to set up a practice, me and two other dentists, private practice. You and I can have the whole top floor, it's a big place."

I stopped him. "Josh, I mean you haven't said anything about this! When did all this happen?"

Well, it transpired that Josh had got it all sorted out while he'd been away. And he remained vague whenever I asked him about it, and about why he'd left the army.

We moved into the large flat above the practice. Josh dentisted three days a week and the other two days and some weekends he'd go and do whatever army reservists do.

I got another job, as an administrator, and began to think about looking for someone like Jennie. Josh encouraged me.

But where do you go to pick up girls if you're a girl? I made a decision not to do it at work, not that there was anyone likely there anyway.

I joined a health club and looked forward to the showers and changing rooms. But the showers were individual cubicles and everyone was very prim and proper in the changing rooms. I made some friends, but that was all.

We'd been in the new flat for about two months when one evening the doorbell rang as we were getting ready for bed.

I answered the door.

A tall military type, in civvies, said: "Good evening, is your husband in?"

"Josh!" I called.

Josh came to the font door. He knew the chap.

"Good evening, sir," the military type said. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"

Josh took him down to the surgery. Josh came back ten minutes later and said: "I've got to go away for a few days."

"Go away? When?"

"Now."

"What, right now?"

"Yes, they're waiting for me."

I was quite concerned. "What's up, Josh?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. The chap who was supposed to go to Bahrain or somewhere to run a course for some dentists has fallen ill and they want me to take his place."

I shook my head. "Oh well, we'd better get you some things packed."

"Well actually - er, yes - let's be quick though."

We threw a few things into a case.

As he was leaving Josh said: "This contract with, er, Bahrain is a bit sensitive apparently, so best not to mention it to anyone. OK?"

"OK," I said. And he was gone.

With no hubby for company, no Jennie and no luck picking up girls I was thoroughly miserable.

I took the next day off work and went to the health club. I was paying for my coffee in the cafe and found I was 2p short of the right change. The woman behind me volunteered the 2p and we sat down together - the place was deserted apart from us. She was quite a bit older than me, about thirty five, very tall and fit, her blonde hair elegantly pinned up. She looked like a tennis player. She was very nice, said her name was Heather and we chatted away quite happily.

She said she didn't work so it was nice to have someone to talk to. I said I felt the same as Josh was away on business and she invited me back to her place for lunch - she said she lived just outside town.

I had nothing else to do so I accepted.

I followed her shiny silver Mercedes sports car - it rather put my VW to shame. 'Just outside town' turned out to be ten rain sodden miles out into the hills. But when we got there, wow!

A huge house in acres of grounds.

"Some house!" I said.

"Come on in, I'll show you around," Heather said.

The hallway was enormous and led to a tastefully furnished living room at the far side of which was a set of double doors.

"And then there's this," Heather said, throwing open the doors.

'This' was a magnificent swimming pool. The far wall was ceiling to floor glass overlooking a beautiful garden.

"Gosh," was all I could manage.

"Have a dip if you like," Heather said. "That's one thing they ought to have at the health club really."

"Thanks, but I haven't got my things with me," I said.

"Oh that's all right, there's no-one about."

I wasn't sure if she was suggesting I have a dip in my knickers or nothing at all.

"It's a lovely pool, quite warm. I skinny dip in it all the time. I'll go and get us something to drink and come and join you," Heather said.

She went back through the living room leaving me to undress unobserved. I slipped in to the water - it was surprisingly warm. I looked at the rain bucketing down outside and thought how nice it would be to live like this.

Heather came back clutching a bottle and two glasses. She had changed into a full length robe - it looked like silk.

"Champagne," she said.

She put the bottle and glasses down, slipped off her robe and dived naked into the pool.

"I envy you," I said as she surfaced in front of me.

"Yes?" she said. "Why's that?"

"All this," I said looking around. "It's magnificent."

"I envy you," she said.

"Really?" I said. "How come?"

"These," he said. And she gave my breasts a quick squeeze. "So firm and young."

It was only a fleeting touch and as she moved her hand away she gave my nipples a squeeze, roll, chafe - all in one fleeting movement so quick it had happened and I had gone 'ah!' before I'd realised what was happening.

A wave of pleasure swept through me. I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them she had moved a little away from me in the water and was staring at me, smiling, waiting for my reply.

I smiled back at her.

"I thought so," she said.

Well, was I stupid or what? I'd gone out to pick somebody up and I'd been picked up myself and not even realised it. But, wow, what an instant turn on that assault on my breasts had been!

"Come on," she said. "Six lengths, I'll race you."

I'd done some swimming at school and I must have had at least ten years on her so I took on the challenge confidently, but half way down the first length it was obvious I was no match for her. While I thrashed along churning up the water she glided along beside me as graceful as a dolphin. Half way down the second length she rolled over on to her back and easily kept pace with me doing back crawl.

"Show off," I spluttered.

She laughed and looked at her breasts. "Hmm, not bad, are they?"

I laughed too.

We finished the six lengths and Heather said: "I think we've earned a drink. Jacuzzi?"

I'd never been in one before. Heather poured us a glass of champagne and we sat opposite each other unwinding in the Jacuzzi. I felt totally at ease in her company.

"The jets feel nice, don't they?" I said.

"Put your glass down, move around, so you get a massage all over," Heather said.

I was sitting in front of a jet that was in the small of my back. I lifted myself up until it was rushing along my arse crack and between my legs.

"Wooh," I went. "That's nice."

"Try that higher one, face on."

I faced the higher jet, letting in play against my breasts.

Heather sat back sipping her champagne. "Nice?" she said.

"Very nice," I said. I was getting quite turned on.

"Try sitting there," Heather said, pointing. I sat down facing her.

"That way a bit," she said.

"Can't feel anything," I said.

"Hold tight," Heather said. She turned one of the taps recessed into the Jacuzzi surround.

A huge jet of water shot up from the seat below me and straight up me. I jumped up and yelped.

Heather burst out in peels of laughter.

Gingerly I lowered myself down again, but this time with my arse against the wall so that the jet was springing up harmlessly like a fountain between my thighs.

"Try edging forwards on to it," Heather suggested.

I did, but when the jet hit my sensitive places it was too much to be pleasurable.

"It takes a bit of getting used to," Heather said. "How about this?" She turned the tap again and the jet stopped. I relaxed, but then felt a slight pulse of water, then nothing, then another short pulse.

"That's better," I said. "But I can hardly feel it now."

"Wait," she said.

I waited. Gradually the pulses got stronger, and stronger, and quicker, and quicker.

"How's that?" Heather said, perhaps seeing my eyes widening.

"Oh yes, that's, hmmm." The jet was playing directly onto my clitty and it was very nice indeed.

"Getting you going?" Heather said.

"Yes, I think it is," I said.

"Have a drink," she said.

I picked up my glass. We toasted each other.

The jet grew stronger and stronger and quicker and quicker until it was as powerful as before and just beyond pleasurable - and then it stopped.

But it started again, started with the gentle, occasional pulses.

"See?" Heather said. "It goes round and round in that cycle. The trick is to time it just right."

"I see," I said.

I took another sip of champagne. Heather leaned back in her place opposite me, just watching and smiling encouragingly at me.

When the jet got half way through its cycle Heather started to stroke my calves with her foot. When the jet was getting close to its peak she said: "This time?"

"Could be!" I said. I felt I was nearly there. As the jet reached its peak I shut my eyes, my body tensed, my fists clenched, but I didn't quite make it before the jet reset to the start of its cycle.

I relaxed, almost collapsed. As the jet restarted I opened my eyes and took several deep breaths.

"Not quite?" Heather said.

"Note quite. Very nearly though. This time, this time."

I closed my eyes and relaxed, anticipating the next build up. Heather stopped playing footsie with me. I opened my eyes to see why. She was masturbating herself. She blew me a kiss.

"Close your eyes," she said. "You look so sweet."

I smiled at her and closed my eyes. I could feel the excitement beginning to mount again as the jet got into top gear. Long before it reached its climax I could have reached mine, but I slowed it down, delayed it, wanting it to coincide with the jet's full intensity.

But I couldn't hold it back and the orgasm burst inside me and grew and grew as the incessant jet masturbated me, getting harder and harder all the time, driving me up to my peak and still the jet grew more intense and kept me up there in orgasmic heaven and then I'd passed my peak and the jet hurt for a moment, then it too had climaxed and it returned to its soothing beginning. I slumped down, satiated.

I opened my eyes.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time," Heather said. She moved round to my side of the Jacuzzi, put her arm around me. She kissed me, she stroked my breasts.

"Come on," She said. "Finish your champers and I'll show you upstairs."

She got out and brought two full length white towelling robes from a cupboard. She put one on and held the other out for me.

"Come on out," she said. "Before you turn into a prune."

I dragged myself out of the water and into the waiting robe. The robe was toasty hot. It made me feel safe.

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