Romantic encounters at the pool

I've loved sports since I was a child, and I know a little bit of everything, though I'm not an expert in any. My interests have also changed over time, which makes it easy for me to make a wide variety of friends. I'm about 180cm tall and have a pretty good physique, a bit of an inverted triangle shape. (Actually, swimming is the best sport; it can build chest muscles and maintain good posture. You can't really build abs, but it requires some dedication. If you're physically fit, you can play basketball; if not, you can go to the gym or play badminton.) Anyway, let's get to the point! In university, I didn't have many other hobbies. When I had free time, I'd go swimming in the campus's heated swimming pool. My roommates, on the other hand, preferred to stay in their dorm playing League of Legends, so I'd always be alone with my bag and essentials. When I was bored, I'd chat with the lifeguards until we became quite familiar!

The swimming pool was nice, with separate changing rooms for men and women. Each changing room had about 300 lockers and about 10 hot water showers for rinsing before and after swimming. The standard lanes were 25 meters long, nine in total. The two rightmost lanes were only 1.5 meters wide, and the others were 2 meters. 5m.

I'm from the South, and I've been learning since I was little. I can do backstroke, breaststroke, freestyle, and butterfly, and I usually stay in the deep end. I swim alone, whenever I feel like it, usually finishing about 20 laps before heading back to shore. When I'm bored, I just sit on a float and watch others swim.

Since it's open to the public, you see all sorts of people! Tough middle-aged men, petite little girls, young women swimming with their children, and even people in their 60s and 70s! Of course, there are mostly students. The one I'm going to talk about is also a student, but from another school.

Their school is very close to ours, 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 butterfly stroke. Although butterfly stroke is the most physically demanding, it provides the best workout and is super cool! I had just docked to rest for a bit 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. Oh my god

! Her large eyes held a hint of curiosity, below which was 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, her long, white legs were perfectly proportioned! I was stunned for a moment. She seemed a little embarrassed and wanted to turn her head away. I snapped out of it and quickly said, "Sure, classmate." She gave 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 with a perfectly executed doggy paddle before returning. I was speechless. Girl, you can't even breathe properly!

I have this problem—I find it hard to refuse people, especially when they ask me to teach them something. I always pay close attention. Who wasn't a beginner at first? Who's born a swimming champion?

Since I was going to teach her, I started from the very beginning. I took her to the shallow end and taught her breathing step by step. It wasn't until we got to the shallow end that I realized this girl was about 168cm tall, and she was learning quite well, mastering the basics in just a few tries.

Next, 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. She unfortunately belonged to the latter group. After several failures, I could see she was 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 for you to float." She blushed and stammered, "Okay! Only my ankles and calves!" Then I realized, I had been so engrossed in teaching that I had forgotten… 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 quite 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, it's best not to bite off more than you can chew, so I let her practice on her own while I went to finish my daily tasks. It was a good opportunity for her to see how to swim after doing 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, after swimming for so long, did you see what the steps of the breaststroke are?" 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 my courage and said, "How about we swap *****? I come swimming all the time anyway." She hesitated for a moment before revealing her name, Wang Siyu, from the school next door. She could usually come on weekends because she loved swimming but didn't have any friends to swim with.

So after that, we usually met up to swim together on weekends. She gradually mastered the breaststroke, and we sometimes chatted about things in our lives, like our roommates, and sometimes even some private topics, like how many boyfriends and girlfriends we'd had before, and how far things had gone! I even took her to our school cafeteria a few times, and she raved about the food.

Our relationship grew closer, and we made more and more physical contact while swimming. Sometimes she would lose her balance and grab my arm, our chests pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other. I didn't know whether to pull away or not, but she seemed to enjoy it, her ears turning red! Sometimes, to teach her the moves, I had to hold her waist steady. I must say, she felt amazing, not a single ounce of fat. Sometimes, my left hand would support her lower abdomen while my right hand would brush across her back, making her annoyed and pinch my waist in frustration. Then she'd playfully stick out her tongue and pout her nose. As for anything else happening, that was utter nonsense. With 78 lifeguards watching and so many swimmers around, how could anything possibly happen?

Our real relationship began one Saturday night. We'd been swimming for a long time, almost closing time, and only Siyu and I were left. Coincidentally, the lifeguard closing the pool was a friend of mine, someone I sometimes helped out with. That night, he was in a hurry to leave, and since we were so close, he gave me his key. He locked the gate from the outside, telling me to lock it again when I left. An idea popped into my head. Just as I was 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 of their favors, okay?" Perhaps the half-distance advantage was too much for Siyu, because she 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. When she was halfway there, I had already caught up with her, and in the end, I won without a doubt. She overestimated her stamina after a day of swimming 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, saying, "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, not yet reacting, but she tightened her grip on me, and then extended 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, tightly embracing each other 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 fall from 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 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 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. She turned her head and said, "I'm in my safe period," before kissing me fiercely. Our lower bodies were seamlessly connected, our fluids mingling, so much of it flowing from her.

We just held each other like that, without saying a word. That day, because it was too late for her to go home, we booked a hotel room. In the heat of passion, we made love several more times, until I couldn't ejaculate anymore.

Later, I took her to amusement park, we swam together, went to hotels together, and visited other places around campus a few more times. We maintained our relationship for a year. In our senior year, we both found different internship locations, and our communication decreased, but neither of us regretted it.

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