First really hot day of the season
First really hot day of the season. Cloudless sky, humid, a public holiday. Surprisingly few people in the swimming pool though. Despite the heat, the water was cool as it was still early in the morning.
After ten gentle laps I took a rest, stretched my arms out by my side, supporting my weight at the edge of the shallow end. A family of three plus maid arrived. Slightly pale chubby husband (he reminded me of Babe), wearing what looked like cycling shorts and goggles. Wife was even paler and had the figure of a woman who had just given birth three months ago, even though their child was toddling. She wore an olive coloured one piece swim suit. The maid was thin, young, brown. She carried the bags, the towels, the floaties, following her employers. She wore a long t-shirt over her swimsuit.
The husband proudly paraded by the pool side, doing warm up stretches, splashing water onto his hairless chest, patting it loudly. Wife fiddled with toddler, fiddled with stuff, instructing the maid. Maid nodded, speechless.
Toddler was placed inside a giant floatie with wings, and parents and maid all looked on joyfully. I smiled, the wife caught my eyes and smiled back.
More adoration and smiles and cooing sounds and clapping, then the husband paired up with the maid, and the wife carried on playing with the toddler.
Husband proceeded to teach the maid to swim. Husband instructed with authority, chest out, stomach in. Maid listened coyly, giggled, uncoordinated. Husband held maid by the ankles, showing her the breast stroke kick. Husband held maid by her arms, showing her the breast stroke moves.
Wife checked over her shoulders every so often, keeping distance. She moved further and further away.
Another 40 minutes later, it started to rain, they packed their things and left. I swam some more.
After ten gentle laps I took a rest, stretched my arms out by my side, supporting my weight at the edge of the shallow end. A family of three plus maid arrived. Slightly pale chubby husband (he reminded me of Babe), wearing what looked like cycling shorts and goggles. Wife was even paler and had the figure of a woman who had just given birth three months ago, even though their child was toddling. She wore an olive coloured one piece swim suit. The maid was thin, young, brown. She carried the bags, the towels, the floaties, following her employers. She wore a long t-shirt over her swimsuit.
The husband proudly paraded by the pool side, doing warm up stretches, splashing water onto his hairless chest, patting it loudly. Wife fiddled with toddler, fiddled with stuff, instructing the maid. Maid nodded, speechless.
Toddler was placed inside a giant floatie with wings, and parents and maid all looked on joyfully. I smiled, the wife caught my eyes and smiled back.
More adoration and smiles and cooing sounds and clapping, then the husband paired up with the maid, and the wife carried on playing with the toddler.
Husband proceeded to teach the maid to swim. Husband instructed with authority, chest out, stomach in. Maid listened coyly, giggled, uncoordinated. Husband held maid by the ankles, showing her the breast stroke kick. Husband held maid by her arms, showing her the breast stroke moves.
Wife checked over her shoulders every so often, keeping distance. She moved further and further away.
Another 40 minutes later, it started to rain, they packed their things and left. I swam some more.
posted by Pierre at 2:22 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home