A romantic encounter that happened while teaching someone to swim

I didn't have any other hobbies in college. When I had free time, I would go swimming in the heated swimming pool on campus, while my roommates liked to stay in the dorm playing League of Legends. So I would always be alone with my bag and all my essentials. When I was bored, I would chat with the lifeguards until we became quite familiar with each other!
The swimming pool environment is also quite good, with separate changing rooms for men and women. Each changing room has about 300 lockers and about 10 hot water showers for rinsing before and after swimming. The standard lanes are 25 meters long, with 9 lanes. The two lanes on the far right are only 1.5 meters wide, while the others are 2.5 meters.
I come from the South and have been learning since I was a child. I can do backstroke, breaststroke, freestyle, and butterfly. I usually stay in the deep end and swim by myself, whenever I want. I usually swim about 20 laps and then come ashore. When I'm bored, I lie on a float and watch others swim.
Because it's open to the public, you can find all sorts of people! There are burly middle-aged men, delicate little girls, young women taking their children swimming, and even elderly people in their 60s and 70s! Of course, most of them are students. The person I'm going to talk about is also a student, but from another school.
Their school is very close to our school, only about two bus stops away. Since their school doesn't have a swimming pool, those who love swimming come to our school!
That day I was swimming my tenth lap, using the butterfly stroke. Although the butterfly stroke is the most physically demanding, it provides the best training effect and is also incredibly cool! I had just docked and rested for a while when a small, white hand poked my shoulder, and a soft voice came over: "Um, classmate, could you teach me how to swim?" I was stunned and turned around.
Wow! Big, curious eyes, a high nose, cherry lips, and an S-shaped figure! Her skin was as white as snow, and her ample breasts were probably a C-cup. Most importantly, those long, white legs were perfectly proportioned! I froze for a moment. She seemed a little embarrassed and tried to turn away. I snapped out of it and quickly said, "Sure, classmate." She gave me an embarrassed smile: "I used to just swim randomly." I calmly said, "Swim a few meters for me to see." The girl nodded and swam four or five meters in a perfectly executed doggy paddle before returning. I was speechless. Seriously, you can't even breathe properly?
I have this one flaw: I find it hard to refuse people, especially when they ask me to teach them something. I always pay close attention. Who didn't start as a beginner? Who's born a swimming champion?
Since we were going to teach her, we started from the very beginning. We took her to the shallow end and taught her how to breathe step by step. It wasn't until we got to the shallow end that we realized this girl was about 168 cm tall, and she learned quite well. She mastered the technique in just a few tries.
Then I started teaching her the most basic position in breaststroke: floating. This movement is a bit tricky; it requires her to hold onto the edge of the pool and float in a straight line. People with good water feel can easily grasp the feeling, while those with poor feel keep sinking to their feet after a few tries. Unfortunately, she belonged to the latter group. After several failures, she seemed a little frustrated and unhappy. I had a sudden inspiration: "How about I support your ankles with my hands and then slowly release them? That should make it easier to float." She blushed and stammered, "Okay! Only support your ankles and calves!" I then realized that this was a bit... you know, I was so engrossed in teaching that I forgot... So, for the first time, I tentatively touched her feet. They were quite thin, and her skin was very smooth. Looking at her high, firm buttocks and snow-white thighs, I couldn't help but feel a little aroused. I shook my head to expel the wicked thoughts. She seemed very sensitive for a moment; her thighs even turned a barely perceptible pink. In this ambiguous situation, the training was quite effective, and she slowly learned to float!
After all, trying to do too much at once is counterproductive, so I'll let her practice on her own while I go and finish my daily tasks. It'll be a good opportunity for her to see how to swim after learning the breaststroke.
When I finished my twentieth lap, I suddenly heard applause. She clapped her hands excitedly, "Master, you're amazing! You swam for so long without stopping! When will I be able to swim that well?" I blushed. It was the first time a girl had called me "Master." I pretended to be serious, "It was alright! You can do it too if you keep trying. Also, I swam for so long just now, did you notice the steps in the breaststroke?" She didn't expect me to say that, "Uh, I didn't notice." She stuck out her tongue shyly. Oh my god, she was so cute! I was too embarrassed to say anything else, so I mustered up my courage, "How about we exchange contact information? I come swimming whenever I have free time." She hesitated for a moment and said her name was Wang Siyu. She was from the school next door and could come on weekends. She liked swimming but didn't have any friends to swim with.
So after that, we usually met up to go swimming together on weekends. She gradually mastered the breaststroke. Sometimes we would chat about things around us, like what our roommates were like, and sometimes we would even talk about some private topics, like how many boyfriends and girlfriends we had in the past, and how far things had progressed! I also took her to eat at our school cafeteria a few times, and she raved about the food.
Our relationship grew closer, and we had more and more physical contact while swimming. Sometimes she would lose her balance and grab my arm, pressing her chest tightly against mine, rubbing against me. I didn't know whether to pull away or not, but she seemed to enjoy it, her face turning red to the roots of her ears! Sometimes, to teach her the strokes, I had to stabilize her waist. I must say, it felt great to the touch, not an ounce of fat. Sometimes, I would support her lower abdomen with my left hand while my right hand brushed across her back, which annoyed her so much that she would pinch my waist in frustration, then playfully stick out her tongue and pout her nose. As for anything else going to happen, that was pure nonsense. With 78 lifeguards watching and so many other swimmers around, how could that be possible?
The real connection happened one Saturday night. We swam for a long time, almost until closing time, and only Siyu and I were left. Coincidentally, the lifeguard who was closing the pool was a friend of mine; I sometimes help him out. That night, he was in a hurry to leave, and since we were so close, he gave me the key. He locked the gate from the outside and told me to close it again when I left. An idea popped into my head. Since we were about to swim the final lap, I said to Siyu, "Let's have a race! You swim first, then I'll swim and we'll see who gets there first. Whoever loses has to do one thing for the other, okay?" Perhaps the half-distance advantage was too much, because Siyu agreed without hesitation! "Hmph, treat me to Happy Valley next time! I haven't been in ages!" Siyu seemed determined to win!
Unfortunately, things didn't go as she expected. I caught up with her halfway through the swim and won without a doubt in the end. She overestimated her stamina after swimming all day and underestimated mine.
I swam over to her with a mischievous grin. She was annoyed at losing the race, but defiantly puffed out her chest and said, "A bet's a bet! I'll win next time!" I slowly approached, "Hahaha, my business is simple, it's just..." Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms, my mouth covering hers. Her eyes widened in surprise; she hugged me tightly and then stuck her tongue into my mouth. Like a traveler who had been traversing the desert for days, I eagerly pressed my tongue against hers. Our tongues intertwined like mating venomous pythons, and we kissed passionately, holding each other tightly in the water. I don't know how long it lasted before we were inseparable, a trail of saliva connecting us.
She pinched my waist shyly, then swam ashore like a fish. Watching the water droplets slowly drip down her long, white legs, her black one-piece swimsuit outlining a perfect S-shape, I couldn't help but feel a strong reaction. I watched her walk step by step towards the women's changing room.
After waiting for a while, I finally realized what was happening and hurriedly followed her into the women's changing room. As soon as I entered, I was embraced by a hot body. She knew I was coming!
I kissed those familiar lips, then swept her up in a princess carry and placed her under the showerhead. I turned on the hot water, and the bathroom filled with steam. Her body was incredibly hot, but she didn't struggle; she simply wrapped her arms around my neck and offered her tongue. As I kissed her, I pulled down the straps of her one-piece swimsuit. She reached out and unhooked my swim trunks, caressing my 16cm member. After finally managing to pull the swimsuit down to her waist, her breasts captivated me. Freed from any restraint, they still stood proudly, their small nipples with pink areolas. I grabbed one with one hand and used my mouth to pull and suck on the other. With my other hand, I pulled the rest of the swimsuit down to her ankles, removing our disguises. Finally, we were both completely naked!
My right hand reached into her dark forest, unaware that it was already soaked and glistening with a trickle of clear love fluid. I thrust my middle finger rapidly in and out of her already wet vagina. With this three-pronged approach, she finally couldn't help but let out her first moan: "Ah! Master! Don't do this, no!" Her hands could only helplessly hold me tightly. My fingers thrust in and out for 89 minutes, and her moans grew louder and louder! It was like crying. I quickly adjusted the angle, aimed at her bud, and thrust in. She couldn't adapt to such an intense feeling of fullness, and a warm current flowed from deep within, drenching my glans. Her thighs tensed and twitched, and she uttered words that were incomprehensible to me, her hands limply resting on my shoulders.
I paused, surprised by the tightness and moisture of her softness. I caressed her, turning her towards me. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around my waist, standing on one leg. I thrust in and out, and at first she only moaned, but later she began to groan repeatedly. The rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one allowed me to continue for a long time. She seemed to receive a great stimulation, and when I went in deeply, she cried out, "Master! So good!" I increased the caressing of her breasts, and my tongue wandered behind her ear. Soon, she trembled noticeably, and I increased my speed. When a warm current came again, I stopped. She unconsciously moved her lower body to meet me, her vagina contracting and relaxing unnaturally.
With a sense of conquest, I laid her face down on the ground, her back to me, and entered her from behind. My hands kneaded her beautiful breasts incessantly, like kneading dough, while my penis thrust in and out with all its might, slapping against her buttocks with a loud slapping sound. I slowly raised her upper body, then slowly squatted down and sat on the ground, assuming a woman-on-top position. She convulsed hysterically. After a few minutes, we were both nearing our climax when she turned her head and said, "I'm in my safe period." She kissed me fiercely, our lower bodies connected seamlessly, two streams of fluid mingling, so much of it flowing out from her.
We just held each other like that, without saying a word. That day, because it was too late and inconvenient for her to go home, we booked a hotel room. In the heat of the moment, we made love a few more times, until I couldn't ejaculate anymore.
Later, I took her to Happy Valley, we went swimming together, went to a hotel together, and visited other places on campus a few more times. We dated for a year. In our senior year, we both found different internship locations, and we communicated less and less, but neither of us regretted it.

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