I bumped into my advisor at the pool, had to grab some oil, hehe.

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Being stuck at home during the holidays was incredibly boring, so I decided to find something to do and went to the community fitness center to work up a sweat. With the Lunar New Year approaching and mask restrictions eased, the center was surprisingly empty. There were a few people on the treadmills, but the weight room was completely deserted. That was good, saving me from queuing. I ran for a few minutes to warm up and then moved on to the weight room. In just half an hour, I was drenched in sweat. The long-lost muscle soreness and tightness were a bittersweet experience, so comfortable I wanted to shout. The lethargy and fatigue from two weeks of lazy holiday life vanished instantly.
After another half hour, almost completely exhausted, I stopped. I walked back and forth slowly, drinking water and waiting for the sweat to dry so I could shower.
The fitness center was on the second floor; the swimming pool was on the first. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, glancing down at the almost empty pool, and was about to shower when I suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the shallow end, splashing around with swim sleeves. Looking closer, I realized it was my instructor! She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit and swimming alone. To be honest, the counselor wasn't my type; I prefer the big-breasted, curvy type. She was rather flat-chested and short, usually wore glasses, and seemed quite serious. But for some reason, the image of me accidentally exposing myself in front of her during summer vacation flashed through my mind. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. After confirming that she was alone, I decided to go down and join her. With that decided, I quickly rushed into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and prepared to go swimming. Suddenly, I realized I hadn't brought my swim trunks. I only wanted to come to the gym today, so I only brought a pair of white briefs for changing. However, I only hesitated for a moment before putting on my underwear and heading straight to the pool.
To avoid standing out, I entered the deep end. After swimming a few laps, I stopped at the edge of the shallow end to rest, which caught the counselor's attention. She greeted me first, and I immediately went over to chat. I learned that she came whenever she had free time, loved playing in the water, but wasn't a very good swimmer. I glanced at her swimming style; she was clearly not a very good swimmer, practically a landlubber. Even with the armbands, she sank deep, thrashing about for ages without getting very far, and was exhausted. So, I naturally became her teacher, explaining everything from the basic movements to breathing techniques in great detail. Physical contact was unavoidable, of course; I touched her waist, hips, and thighs—except for her breasts. The instructor obviously noticed, but didn't say anything. Under my deliberate guidance, we slowly glided towards the deeper water. Before we knew it, the water was up to my neck, and she, at only 1.6 meters tall, couldn't reach the bottom. She panicked when she realized this, instinctively grabbing my neck with both hands, her legs naturally straddling my waist. To maintain balance, I held her waist with one hand and loosely supported her hips with the other. Our lower bodies were seamlessly pressed together. We could feel the softness of her, and she could feel the bulge in my genitals. The position was too intimate, like two people making love while standing in the water. We stood there for about ten seconds before she said, "It's too deep, I can't reach the bottom, let's move to the shallow end." I nodded in agreement and carried her towards the shallow end. Walking in the water is difficult enough, but carrying someone made it even harder. We took two steps forward and one step back, very slowly. Of course, there was also a reason for it. With each step, our private parts rubbed together, which felt incredibly good to me. The instructor in my arms was blushing, her head turned to one side, avoiding my gaze. Seeing this, I knew she was already aroused; after all, she was only five years older than me and still quite sensitive. So I didn't hold back anymore, supporting her buttocks with both hands, gently rubbing them while pressing them inward, making her lower body press more tightly against my crotch, as we slowly walked in the pool.
When we finally reached the shallow end and sat down by the pool, the fabric of her swimsuit had shifted considerably at the crotch, revealing part of her large labia majora. I was fully erect, and without any attempt to hide it, I sat down in front of her, my groin bulging high. Because I was wearing briefs, my penis stretched taut over the fabric, creating large gaps on both sides, clearly showing my testicles. Combined with the wet, see-through effect of my white underwear clinging tightly to my penis, I was practically naked in her presence.
We sat by the pool and chatted for a few more minutes, talking about trivial things at school. I noticed she would occasionally steal glances at my crotch. Just as I was contemplating how to seduce her, a damn phone rang. After answering it, she said she had to leave. Hearing this, I was incredibly disappointed; my chance had slipped away. But there was nothing I could do; I couldn't force myself on her. So I accompanied her out of the pool, and we went our separate ways.

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