Susie Visits II

Susie arrived on Saturday morning and we spent a little time looking around my neat new living quarters. She brought me a nice Swedish Ivy and even complimented my housekeeping so I guess that effort was worthwhile. She paid particular attention to the second bedroom which left me privately disappointed but a little encouraged too because she was already thinking about spending the night. A fellow can always dream, right? We wandered up to town and had a nice brunch, did some window shopping where I observed that women's swim suits seemed to be priced inversely to the material used to make them. Susie noted that the smaller the suit the more difficult it was to cover and contain the underlying anatomical features and that the money the garment cost bought creative talent not just yardage of lycra. I gave an overly long look at the shape she was failing to conceal with her 'flexible' clothing and commented that it would certainly be a challenge in her case. She just blushed and giggled. That's how we spent the day, it was magical, we just chatted, flirted a little, and enjoyed some good food and each other's company. After dinner at a little pub overlooking the local 'lake' (pond would be a much fairer description) we decided to head for home. It had been a long day and we'd been on our feet for most of it and were tired. When we got back to the cottage we both wanted to shower and freshen up a bit. She showered first while I made some cool drinks and dreamed of her standing in my shower with nothing but water covering her amazing body. I quickly put those thoughts aside as I figured walking around with an erection probably wouldn't enhance my chances of extending her stay. The day was wrapping up but neither of us wanted it to end and, I suspect, we both wanted something more to develop. I certainly did. I'd recently had a business trip to Ireland and offered to show her the pictures I had taken there. She quickly agreed and we settled in on the sofa, her in her shorts and tank top and me in shorts (commando, of course!) and an old t-shirt. I'm scrolling through the pictures of beautiful Irish countryside when Susie spots the old yearbooks sitting on a table. "Oh, were you looking at them recently?" she asks. "Why, yes actually I was. I wanted to see how we'd changed over the years." Did I dare tell her how she had inspired my self pleasure? "And what do you think now?" she asks with a wry grin. I mumbled something about wondering how I'd overlooked her lovely proportion in our school years and how our encounter at the recent picnic had made an altogether new and different impression on me. She suddenly gets this surprised look and says, "Wait a second, I've got some pictures to show you, too." She jumps up and goes out to her car but is back in only a few seconds with a photo store sleeve of prints (digital pictures were still 30 years in the future). "I still swim with a Y group and we had an open water swim last month. I just got the pictures back." She opens the sleeve and the prints are of a dozen or so guys and gals in their training suits before and after this open ocean swim. Susie is in a one piece suit and looks amazing. The guys are all in speedos except one who is wearing a towel. "What's with the towel?" I ask and she giggles and says, "Sometimes he gets, um, you know, a little aroused and it embarrasses him so he always covers up. We secretly call him Woody." I can't help myself but to remark, "I'm not surprised he'd get a little firm, especially with all those women showing off their cold water nipples." She laughs again, and says, "It's hard, oops, it's difficult to hide anything in those suits.", and giggles again. She flips another picture and this one is of just the women and is taken a little closer than the larger group shots. The girls are fresh from their swim and Susie's nipples are deliciously evident. I have a terrible weakness for pokie nipples and I remark that she couldn't have hidden them with an iron bra. She blushes a little and says, "Yeah, the cold water does that to me." I treat myself to a slightly extended look at her chest and think I note a little nipple evidence then and there. It must be my imagination 'cause there's no cold water anywhere around. "You like the pictures?" she asks. "I especially like this one of the girls. The way they're completely unabashed about the 'cold water effect' is nice. I may have to get myself a towel or you'll be calling me Woody soon." "Really?" she asks, "A picture like that could make you, um, get, you know, hard?" Susie was clearly embarrassed asking the question but equally clearly wanted the answer. "It might, if the circumstances were right." I admitted. OK, I lied. I was already getting firm and the bulge was becoming obvious. I think she's noticed, too and is toying with me. "I'm not in any kind of relationship right now." I note, "So DIY sex is my only outlet and pictures like those are favorites of mine." "What is DIY sex?" she asks. "You know, DIY, Do It Yourself. Like a handyman." At this she laughs and repeats "A handyman, eh? That's cute."