Jade’s new hobby lands her a wet ’n’ wild hottie The longest dry patch of my life has just passed. It lasted a year, six months and eight days, involving many nights in with my favourite Rampant Rabbit and, when I was feeling particularly horny, the clitstimulating gel as well. Although it was an agonising time, I became more prone to exercise; and that’s how I met my man.

I live right by the sea, so when the summer came it seemed only right to take advantage of this and get in those waves. At fi rst I just swam alone and tried to challenge myself by going a little further out each day. Then I found out about a swimming club and decided it was the right step for me. The best thing about the group was that it mainly consisted of really hot men – my favourite type! As well as getting fi tter, I became much more confi dent because, for the fi rst time in my life, I was the centre of all the boys’ attention.

The guys seemed as gorgeous as each other till I started training for a triathlon with a bloke called Paul. We never stopped laughing with each other and it turned out we had a lot in common. We then started training alone at the local swimming pool after work. He helped me hone my backstroke while I gave him some tips for his breaststroke. Flirting in the pool seemed natural to us and within a few weeks I was turned on by his very presence (and I suspected the feeling was mutual).

Then, one day, I was getting changed in the communal changing room after a swim and he knocked on the door of the cubicle I was in. Wet and naked, I wrapped my skimpy towel around me, innocently thinking that he wanted to borrow some shower gel. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

As I opened the door, he stood there in his trunks, smiling nervously at me, holding a condom that only I could see. I realised it wasn’t my soap he was after. I let him in right away and we started kissing and giggling quietly because it felt so naughty; wild but right. I reached my arms around his shoulders, nibbled on his bottom lip and let my towel drop to the fl oor. He grabbed my hips, pushed me away and took a good, amorous look at my body. He gently pulled me back towards him, whispering in my ear, “Are we going to get away with this?” I said nothing but turned my back to him and bent over so I was leaning my arms on the bench and he had a full view from behind as he rolled the condom on.

Stretching out my back, I welcomed the slow entry of his thick, hard rod inside me. I could feel his cock grow as I nuzzled my face into the pile of my clothes on the bench, trying to stop people hearing me groaning from the immense pleasure. Leaning forward, he caressed my breasts and quietly said, “You’re tight all the way in.” As he told me this, he quickened his pace, which had me biting into my jeans and sent shocks of electricity all the way down to my toes.

We stopped before it all became too much, but we carried on kissing while I got dressed. He didn’t make it easy for me to get my blouse on because he didn’t want to stop playing with my boobs.

Our clothes didn’t stay on for long, though. We rushed back to mine in his car and played with each other in bed all day. We’re still seeing each other now and I’ve never been happier. If it wasn’t for that dry spell I would never have met him and, luckily, swimming really builds your stamina…