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Swim Lessons

Posted by: Age: Then 18, now 52 Posted on: 1 comments
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Joining a work swim club was an eye opener. The woman was real, she did help me learn to swim, but the sexual side is a fantasy, although I did frequently get a hard on because of her, and did either hurry home to masturbate, or masturbated in the changing cubicle.

Swim Lesson Many years ago, the staff where I worked had a swimming club. The club would have exclusive access to the town's swimming pool on a Wednesday evening. I'd never mastered swimming as a child, and was persuaded to go along and join in. I was a little nervous at first, but familiar faces of people from work, and their words of kind encouragement got me more confident in the water. The wife of a chap I worked with offered to help me coordinate my breast stroke actions. She stood in the shallow end of the pool and held me up while talking me through the arm and leg movements. It was, I have to say, rather distracting for me at 18 to have a nicely figured 40 year old woman, in a clingy one-piece swim costume that showed off her curves, touch my almost naked body, her hands gently supporting me, one hand on my stomach, the other on one of my thighs. Naturally, being a horny 18 year old lad, the inevitable happened I got an erection. Lynne, the lady helping me, accidentally bushed her hand over my erection as she helped steady me. "Sorry about that" I mumbled, embarrassed. Lynne just chuckled. "No need to be Richard" she said softly. "It's not as if I've not encountered it before you know". "Still, I'm sorry Lynne" I repeated, embarrassed. "Oh, don't be silly Rich. I'll take it as a compliment" Lynne said. Then she did something 'Id not expected. She slowly brushed her hand back and forth over my tented trunks, while looking about her, making sure no one was looking. Then she moved her hand and gently rubbed my erection through my trunks, again while slowly looking around her. "How does that feel?" she asked me. "Great!" I gasped, taking water in my mouth and spluttering. "Steady now Richard" she gently chided me, continuing to knead my hard on. "I think I'll need to take care of this before you'll be able to get out of the pool. What do you think Richard, would you like me to help you with your problem?" Lynne asked me, in an almost matter of fact way as she continued to fondle my hard cock through my trunks. "Well, I suppose so" I said rather stupidly. Lynne chuckled again. "Ok then" she said as she slid one hand inside my trunks, gripped my hard cock and started to wank me off. She slowly turned me around as she wanked my cock, allowing her to continue her underwater administrations without being seen by other club members. "Does that feels nice?" she asked me, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, very nice" I managed to say. "How about this?" she asked as she increased the rate at which her hand wanked my cock. "Fuck" I muttered. Lynne giggled. "I'll take it that you like that then?" she said. Then she squeezed my cock hard and wanked me faster still. "Oh God" I said, gasping. "It's all right Richard, don't hold it back" she urged me as she wanked my cock faster. "You can cum you know, in fact, I want you to cum for me" Lynne urged me. Just then I shuddered and shot cum into her hand, and my trunks. "There now, isn't that better?" Lynne said softy as she continued to wank my cock, draining me of the last of my cum. "Much Lynne. Thank you" I said, a little shell shocked at the turn of events. "You're welcome Richard. In fact, I hope I'll see you next week so that we can continue with your lessons?" said Lynne, as she finally removed her hand from my trunks, winking at me before she swam off. Lynne taught me much over the next few weeks, carefully instructing me in the pool, out of sight of other swim club members, on ways to touch a woman to arouse her, and how to bring her to a climax with fingers and mouth. Each session she repaid me in kind, either by Lynne masturbating me in the pool, or as we were often the last to leave, letting me tit fuck her until I spurted cum on her fulsome breasts in a changing cubicle. She would giggle as I erupted over her tits, and call it her 'Breast stroke special'. Sadly, for me, some months later her husband got a promotion and they moved away. I often wondered since then whether Lynne would have taken it a step further with me, instructing me on how best to pleasure a woman by allowing me to fuck her. I used to frequently masturbate fantasising that she would have. Happy memories.

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