Lane One: Temptation Read online

It's not like I was looking for her. It was just a casual observation I made when I would walk in and my eyes would roam over each lane. I never watched her swim though, and when I was done swimming my laps I'd get out of the pool and go straight to the sauna, never checking to see who was still in the water. Never checking to see if she was still in the water.

  That first Saturday was when things started to change.

  Saturdays are different for me. I have no morning meetings so I get to go to the health club first thing in the morning, which is the perfect way to start my day. When figuring out my new routine, I decided that on Saturdays I would cut out the weight training and sit-ups, and instead stick to cardio. I'd run for an hour and then head to the pool and increase my swim time to an hour and a half. This was more cardio than usual, but I made this decision because I was really enjoying my time in the water. Swimming is a fantastic way of working all of my muscles. I'm able to forget everything else, and just focus on my body and the water. It's therapeutic.

  When I walked into the pool area two hours earlier than my normal time during the week, she was there in lane one. I was a little stunned to see her. She was still wearing that same frumpy swimsuit with her natural dark hair tied up in one of those knot-looking things on top of her head. I slid into the lane next to her, attempting to ignore her, but I couldn't. I stood in the water at the top of my lane and just stared for a few moments, watching her as she kept up her casual swimming pace.

  Was she really here again swimming? How often does she swim? How long has she been swimming?

  Why the fuck did I care?

  I physically shook my head trying to get any thoughts of her out of my mind and then I began swimming the length of the health club's pool. Lap after lap I quickly forgot about everything outside of the water and the lane in front of me. Occasionally, I'd glance at the pace clock to see what my lap time was looking like. I wasn't swimming at my fastest pace or even trying to, but the competitor in me couldn't help the natural instinct to check my time.

  The ninety minutes in the water flew by quickly and when I started to swim a few cool down laps, I was aware of my surroundings, again, and the woman in lane one.

  She was floating on her back, her chest rising above the water while doing the backstroke. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling above us. Her breasts glistened with drops of water and I found myself intrigued by them. I loved their size and was imagining my hands cupping the beautiful mounds of flesh and feeding them to my mouth.

  Part of me was stunned that she was still in the pool swimming and the other part of me was focused on her body and technique. She didn't look like a swimmer and her speed was slow and steady, but her lines were perfection. Every stroke her arms made was delivered with beautiful precision. Every kick of her legs was executed like a trained professional.

  I had no idea how long I watched her that day, but I knew I should stop. This was becoming unhealthy and I was lucky she hadn't caught me, again. If she'd seen me then I might have to find a new health club in order to save my reputation.

  As I watched her, the same question still lingered in my thoughts. Why was she still swimming? At her size and the amount of time she's spent swimming in this pool, she's probably burned around twelve to thirteen hundred calories. She's going to be exhausted if she keeps this up.

  She reached the end of the lane and suddenly stopped swimming, standing up in the water at the other end of the pool to take a break. Her back was facing me as she leaned over the edge of the pool and took a few sips of her water bottle. Her head tilted backwards as she glanced at the clock on the wall.

  This was when my body finally started to move. It would only be a second before she got out of the pool herself and I wouldn't allow her to catch me watching her. Watching her was beneath me, so I quickly pulled my body out of the water and walked over to grab a white cotton towel off the towel rack.

  I'm ashamed at what I did next. It's like my body was disconnected from the intelligent part of my brain and couldn't help itself. I shifted my body and glanced back over to the pool, hoping to get a glimpse of her tits outside of the water. Instead, there she was, swimming the butterfly stroke in lane one, while I made a fool out of myself by turning around to watch her.

  I purposely made my feet move in the direction of the locker room even though something inside me was pulling me towards the woman in the pool. I didn't understand the feeling so I ignored it and opened up the wooden door to the sauna in an attempt to sweat all thoughts of her out of my body.

  I knew I just needed a good round in the sack with Jenny tonight. Her tits were fake but huge, and would help quench the desire I'm suddenly having for women with big tits. That was the only explanation for why I kept watching that woman in the pool. I wanted some big tits to hold.

  Two

  Entry #1302

  Her brown hair swayed in the wind as she sat down on the long, black bench outside the health club. Her clothes were baggy and hid her curves that were becoming more defined. It was obvious she hadn't gone clothes shopping since she started losing weight, but even in the disheveled clothing I could tell. Her face was slimmer, her eyes a little larger. Eyes that I now knew were a caramel brown.

  She had ear buds in and was singing along to the song she was listening to. Her soft smile created a warm feeling inside me that spread through my body. I was starting to feel something for this woman. A woman I've never even said one word to...

  Are you still with me? Okay, where was I?

  Oh, right.

  Those first two months went by in a blur. Every morning when I went to the pool for my swim she was there. When I'd finish my laps and was ready to leave, she was still there. It seemed like she was always in that fucking pool. I don't know why that infuriated me and intrigued me so much, but it did. I found myself drifting off, thinking about her at the most random times of the day. I had an irrational need to know just how long she swam in that pool for each day.

  It started off slowly, which is why I probably didn't realize my problem until it was too late. It began by lengthening my time in the pool. It was small at first. Coming in five minutes earlier, leaving ten minutes later. Soon I had cut down my run on the treadmill to thirty minutes, and instead of doing my sit-ups at the gym, I'd do them back at the office after lunch. I started skipping the weight room all together. I was swimming over ninety minutes now every weekday, and every day she was there before I got there and left some time after me.

  It baffled me. I was in fantastic shape and even I was tired after some of my pool workouts. How was she able to keep up such a rigorous routine every day? Her determination and work ethic in the pool mirrored mine. It was rare that I found a woman who worked her body just as hard as I did, but then why was she overweight?

  This was a stupid question to ask myself because I had witnessed the results of her workouts. She'd lost a significant amount of weight in the last two months. Thirty, maybe even forty pounds. I wasn't even sure if it was healthy to lose that much weight so fast.

  As much as I wanted to focus on anything but her, my mind wouldn't allow me to. I'd spent so much time focused on her that my intrigue quickly turned to admiration. After two months of working out in the lane next to hers, changing my entire routine to watch her, and exerting my body to the fullest extent, I still had no idea how long she swam each day. I'd even become desperate enough that I checked the pool first before going upstairs for my run, and every time I checked there she was. Swimming in lane one.

  So it was then, two months in, that I hit my all-time low, or so I thought (there was no way I could predict I would be hiding behind a towel rack ten months later).

  I woke up earlier than normal, cancelled my morning meetings, and drove to the health club. The parking lot was a lot emptier than I was used to but that didn't mean the mystery woman wasn't there. I had no way of knowing if she was swimming already or not unless I went inside, so that's what I did.

  I greeted Steven, the key clerk at the fro
nt desk, in the lobby and made my way to my destination. Opening the door to the locker room, I briskly walked through it and opened the door that led into the pool area. I peeked around the door to stare out at the lap lanes. They were all empty, even lane one. She wasn't here yet.

  I was crazy. I was fucking crazy. I cancelled my morning meetings, important meetings, for what? Was it that important to find out what time my mystery woman arrived at the gym? The lengths I'd gone just to find out how much she swam bordered on ridiculous.

  I quickly left the pool area and went back through the locker room to the front lobby. Steven was trying to talk to me from behind the front desk but I quickly brushed him off, telling him I'd be back later. Once I was seated behind the wheel of my Mercedes SLS GT Roadster, I didn't move. I had backed it in right next to the handicap spots near the front doors of the club. That way I had a perfect view of the parking lot. A perfect view of when she arrived.

  If my friends could have only seen me. That was not my finest moment.

  The satellite radio played my favorite morning talk show. The two men heatedly discussed the biggest news stories from around the world, the economy of our country, and the DOW. My eyes would flicker to the clock every once in a while, but then they'd go back to roam the parking lot, searching for her. Five minutes before eight was when I spotted her. She was in jeans and a baggy Chicago Park District t-shirt. Her hair was down and the brown waves fell to the middle of her back. I got the smallest glimpse of a tattoo on her lower back as she opened the door to the backseat and bent over to retrieve her gym bag. I was too far away to see what she had inked on there, but it was definitely a tattoo I spotted.

  When my eyes finally left her body, that's when I noticed her car. The rusty paint job (I think the car was originally red) was the least of her worries. Even from here I could see that the tires were completely worn, she only had one backlight and the bumper was missing. Add all that to the fact that the car had to have been made in the eighties, it was a surprise she made it to the health club each day without dying in her death trap.

  With a piece of shit car like that how could she even afford this health club?

  My wallet gets a workout to be a member here, shelling out several hundred dollars a month. Granted, several hundred dollars is pennies to me, but you get my point. That kind of money paid for this top of the line facility, the view of Lake Michigan and its exclusivity from the public. If she had the kind of money lying around to pay for a membership here, why not get a new car?

  She started walking through the parking lot towards the entrance of the club and my eyes stayed trained on her. Her walk lacked confidence and confidence is another thing that I'm hugely attracted to in a woman, yet the fact that she lacked it didn't do anything to deter my interest from her.

  My legs moved before I could think my next move through, and I closed my car door and power walked towards the entrance of the health club, hoping to make it to the double glass doors first.

  I beat her there by just a few steps, but it was enough to open the door for her. She looked back at me with her big, caramel brown eyes and smiled softly as she nodded her head in thanks, and walked past me through the open doorway. I moved in slightly, so her arm brushed against my side and that smallest touch gave me a funny sensation in my stomach.

  I wanted to reach out and grab her. Turn her in my arms and smash my lips to hers until she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

  You see, I'm sick.

  Maybe...

  Probably...

  Slightly disturbed.

  Paging the nearest Psych ward.

  I followed her into the health club and waved to Steven as I walked in and went right into the men's locker room to change into my black jammers to swim in.

  My goal was to stay in the pool for as long as she did, just so I knew once and for all what her routine was.

  It was crazy. In those last two months I'd gone completely nuts because I shouldn't give a fuck what her routine was. She was no one to me. I didn't even know her name, she drove a piece of shit car and she was most definitely not my type.

  Yet when I was done getting ready, I walked through that door anyway and straight into the pool area. She wasn't in the lap pool yet and I was relieved. I knew I should get in the pool first so it didn't look like I followed her in here. Not that she'd even really noticed me before.

  The pool area was empty except for an older man who was in the therapy pool next to the Jacuzzi. I slid into lane two, leaving lane one open since it was the only lane I'd ever seen her in.

  I had my goggles on my head and no excuse not to start swimming but I wanted to wait anyway. I wanted to see her as she walked in. I wanted to observe what her routine was.

  As I stalled starting to swim laps, the door to the women's locker room opened and out she walked. With each step her luscious curves moved. It was as if she was walking in slow motion as Mika's Big Girl played in my head.

  Not the most romantic song, but it expressed something I was feeling.

  This big woman walking towards me was beautiful.

  She was wearing the same blue suit, but it didn't fit her at all. It was baggy all over and even the cups that held her breasts had a little more room than they should.

  I dipped my goggles in the water, pretending to clean the lenses so it wasn't obvious that I was staring at her. I kept my head down but glanced upward as she walked over to the pool. She set her water bottle down on the ledge of lane one and slid into the pool.

  As hard as I tried to control it, my body took over as my head lifted and my body turned her way. My eyes roamed every inch of her figure as I watched her movements.

  Her head dipped back in the water as she wet the long strands of her hair before tying them up at the back of her head. Most women wore swim caps when swimming laps, but not her. She stood over the ledge and took a sip of water before turning around and facing the lane in front of her.

  Then she was on the move. She kicked off the wall and started swimming leisurely towards the other end of the pool. I knew she was smaller than the first time I saw her, but it was even more evident when she was in the water with only a small amount of material covering her body. Well, actually, it was a rather large amount of material but that's beside the point.

  I decided to push back all thoughts of her and started swimming. I'd pace myself for a ninety-minute swim and if she was still swimming when the ninety minutes were up then I would add time accordingly.

  I swam freestyle. Lap after lap I tried to control the urge to look over at her. I felt like a drug addict looking for his next fix - the pull towards her was that strong. I needed to get it under control. I needed to show myself that I could control it so I kept swimming.

  I swam and I swam until my ninety minutes were up. I stopped and stood up in the water, glancing at the clock before turning around and facing the pool. There she was, kicking her plump, slightly toned legs as she lay on her back, swimming in my direction.

  The fatigue was starting to set in and I was tired. I didn't want to continue swimming, but I had to. I couldn't quit now after all of the effort I put into finding out how long she stayed in the pool.

  I kicked off the wall, deciding to switch it up and swim the backstroke. This way I could glance at the clock continually, and also glance over at her lane. Not to watch her body move and fantasize about fucking her against the tile wall of the pool, because I wasn't, but strictly to see when she got out of the water. That's all I was there for. Just to see how long she normally worked out.

  Forty-five minutes later she was still going and I no longer could.

  Holy hell, this chick has some stamina in the water. What should I do? I can't leave because it'll eat at me all day, every day, until I figure out how long this woman swims for. But I can't swim anymore either, otherwise I won't be able to go out tonight with the guys, and I definitely won't be able to perform for whatever lucky lady I take home with me tonight. I need to save some of my stam
ina for my weekly Friday night out.

  Speaking of stamina.

  If my mystery woman could go over two hours in the pool, imagine how long she could go in the bedroom. Fuck, I bet I could take her for hours, on multiple surfaces before she grew tired.

  My balls tightened and my dick stood at attention just thinking about it.

  I needed to get my lustful thoughts under control.

  Adjusting myself before I ended up embarrassed from getting a hard on in the pool, I pulled myself out of the water and walked over to the therapy pool, slowly taking each step into the warm water. It felt amazing on my skin. Just what my muscles needed.

  I glanced back over at the pool and was shocked to see the brown haired, beautiful mystery woman staring at me. It was only for a brief second before she glanced away, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment at being caught. She quickly went back to swimming her laps, but I know what I saw. She was definitely watching me.

  I mean, how could she not when I have the body of a Greek God.

  The smug smile that spread across my face was impossible to stop. Maybe I was affecting her a little. It was only fair since she seemed to be affecting all of my decision-making lately. I swam a few laps in the therapy pool before moving over to the Jacuzzi and letting the hot water and jets soothe all of my muscles.

  It was another thirty minutes before she finally stopped swimming laps and got out of the pool. I would have almost missed it. I had my back pushed against the wall of the Jacuzzi and my head was leaning back against the tile floor. My eyes were closed, enjoying every second in the water.

  "Hello, Miss Ward," Steven’s voice echoed in the large room.

  My eyes burst open and I looked up just in time to see her walking away from the lap pool and in my direction.

  "Hello, Steven." Her voice was soft and feminine.

  "It's going to be a beautiful day today. Got any fun plans?"

  "Nope, just the usual, Steven. I just love the beginning of fall."