Catching Waves

Part Seven

Caitlin hooked her thumbs around the elastic of her knickers and paused. It was time. Breathing deeply once and then twice, she looked around cautiously before hastily yanking them down. She stoically repeated her mother's mantra of "We've all got one, no one's looking at yours" but it just wasn't helping. Open plan dressing rooms were not her idea of how things should be done in a civilised society. Kicking her knickers to one side, she pulled up the exorbitantly priced swimming costume and then looked down in alarm. Clearly, swimming costumes bought direct from the reception area of Preston's swank ridden health club were only meant for women with little more than a landing strip. Caitlin - who had rather been enjoying the chance to let her pubic hair run free since leaving Dan, began frantically tucking in stray fronds that were boinking gaily out of the gusset with sprightly abandon. 

Realising that she was fighting a losing battle, she instructed herself to step away from the pubic hair for a minute, convinced that the costume wouldn't be quite so daringly high cut once she had it all on. Twisting and contorting her upper body, she was pleased to note that she was still able to remove her bra down one sleeve just like in P.E., back in the day. Then, using her top as a sort of boob-shield-slash-poncho, she wriggled into the rest of the cossie and adjusted. And adjusted. And adjusted. There seemed to be an awful lot of boob left over, even when the costume was pulled as high as it would go. Oh god. Perhaps - perhaps it looked better on than it felt ... Caitlin pulled her top over her head, panicking for a horrifying second as it got tangled with a coat peg that was lurking slyly over the corner of the bench she was huddled next to. Finally free of it and breathing heavily, she looked down to see what she looked like. That'll be like a short, stacked woman in a swimming costume two sizes too small. Bollocks. Sitting down with a huff of despair, Caitlin soundly cursed Preston for the 'fun idea' he'd thought up on their walk to the car park. Oh yes, a trip to Salt Water Spa, really bloody relaxing - Caitlin was not a fan of any sort of exercise that took place indoors, least of all swimming in a pool where she was convinced People Did All Sorts and the chlorine employed to deal with the All Sorts played havoc with her t-zone. Not wanting to sound like a spoilsport, Caitlin had done her best to suggest alternatives that really were fun but Preston had batted them away good naturedly, insisting that a swim and a steam would be just what they needed. 

Caitlin scowled at everything, shooting a particularly venomous glare at the platinum blond amazon who was effortlessly modelling the same swim suit. Watched the amazon's perky derrière perk off out of the door, she hauled herself up and walked to the mirror, her desire to save her internal organs from being cheese wired by the thong section of the suit giving her gait a peculiar mincing quality. She had one last go at persuading her errant pubes to stay hidden before yanking the costume up in order to avoid presenting her breasts to Preston on a plate. Huh. Look at that, pubes boinking out again. She tucked them in and pulled the cossie up only for more pube boinkage. Riiight. Caitlin narrowed her eyes. Aware that she'd been hiding in the changing room for quite some time, Caitlin knew that she now had to make a decision quickly and it ultimately boiled down to wondering whether Preston was more of a boob man or a pube man ...? Sighing, Caitlin readjusted for what felt like the millionth time, firmly instructing her sulking pubes for God's sake to stay hidden and shuffled towards the door, boobs bouncing around excitedly, looking forward to their outing. 

She followed the smell of chlorine to the sprawling pool that was foaming with front crawl, breast stroke and the showy butterfly. She squinted through the thrashing arms and kicking legs to spot Preston - was that him there? Yes, it must be. Ploughing steadily through the water in the black roped off lane designated for the fastest swimmers. Having a quick look around, Caitlin smiled as she decided that he was easily the fittest man in the pool. Forgetting her swimming costume shame, she enjoyed a few seconds of pure perving, watching his back muscles ripple, his strong legs propel him onwards. She was so consumed the vision in front of her that she missed her name being called not once, but twice. "Cate? Caitlin, you ok?" She nodded absentmindedly at a dripping Preston, not wanting to take her eyes off Preston who had now begun a particularly vigorous front crawl. Hang on. That didn't work. She looked to her right at Preston, who was most definitely standing next to her, towelling his dark hair. Then who on earth was the well-built athlete positively motoring up and down at the far end of the pool? She chanced another look, just in time to see him smoothly overtake an older guy butterflying for all he was worth. Preston touched her arm, "Cate? I said, are you planning to have a dip or would you rather go straight to the steam room?"