Starstrucked

The chances of meeting someone you know when you head to the pool for a swim alone is on average pretty small.

The chances of meeting someone you recognise but you know won’t recognise you is astronomically smaller.

Apparently, this is the kind of day. Meeting an acquaintance, a fellow Singaporean who was in the usual one-piece swimsuit one would typically expect. Chatting by the edges of the pool.

It was however the other that really caught my eye. Donning a two-piece, mono-coloured matching bikini, the lady hosted impressive assets and was actually doing serious laps, something her attire is not designed for.

Engaging in half-hearted conversations with my acquaintance, my eyes followed the lithe swimmer up and down the lengths of the pool. She looked far too familiar with

The chances of meeting someone you know when you head to the pool for a swim alone is on average pretty small.

The chances of meeting someone you recognise but you know won’t recognise you is astronomically smaller.

Apparently, this is the kind of day. Meeting an acquaintance, a fellow Singaporean who was in the usual one-piece swimsuit one would typically expect. Chatting by the edges of the pool.

It was however the other that really caught my eye. Donning a two-piece, mono-coloured matching bikini, the lady hosted impressive assets and was actually doing serious laps, something her attire is not designed for.

Engaging in half-hearted conversations with my acquaintance, my eyes followed the lithe swimmer up and down the lengths of the pool. She looked far too familiar but I couldn’t quite pin it.

It was only when she was done with her laps, rising from the pool at the sides without using the ladder, that I realised who she was. Swim cap and goggles off, the idol whose music I had listened to in my youth appeared before me. She has to be what? Late 30s or 40 by now I wondered.

Her body was gorgeous though. I don’t care if the rumours about cosmetic surgery were true, I knew I had to seize this opportunity.

Leaving my acquaintance with a terrible excuse, I chased after her as she did some light, simple stretches.

“Hey there! Never seen you around here.” I tried with the best line that I could manage in 30 seconds.

“Hi, hello.” was a simple, courteous response.

I was mesmerised.

“I er.., you look amazing! Can I get your number or instagram?” I asked meekly.

“Hahaha~ Are you hitting on me? I’m way too old for a cute boy like you” she answered, a bright smile lighting up my day.

“What?! You look younger than me!” I insisted.

“Hahaha~ 油嘴滑舌 (gibberish tongue). You know what. I’m going to take my shower now. I will take the last shower cubicle there. If you’re daring enough to walk into the ladies, and knock 5 times on my cubicle, I’ll leave you my number. How about that?” She responded, before leaving me in the dust.

Well I was determined to do it. But years of education has left me gutless at the entrance of the ladies. In fact, I so very much wanted to turn away when some women exiting stared at me accusingly as if I was a pervert. But I can’t let such an opportunity past right?

I steeled my resolve. What met me was screams and shrieks as I stepped in, a sight with partially and fully undressed women turning in my direction and railing at my intrusion.

I couldn’t care less as I worked my way towards the promised cubicle and knocked. 5 times as promised.

I received no response, but by now surely she would have known I was here. All I saw was that the lock indicator turned from red to white.

I stepped in and closed the door behind myself. My goddess was already in the midst of her shower, completely nude and wet and welcoming. I knelt before her, contributing everything I can. She erupted before me, then surrounded me as we lost ourselves in the tiny cubicle.

“I am so having you for tonight…” she uttered as I finished inside her. The first of many that day/night.

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