By then, my dick had recovered and was super hard on again. I tried to insert my dick into her wet pussy but I was stopped by her. She was still trying to catch her breathe. She told me that she had had enough for that day. She said she was feeling rather tired and would like to go home. Without hesitation, I gave her a peck on her forehead and started dressing myself up. After I was done, I helped her buckle up her bra. Once we were properly dressed up, we stood in front of the mirror and checked ourselves again. I stood behind her and hugged her lovingly from her back. We smiled and walked towards the door. I opened the door a little, peeped out to ensure that nobody was there to watch us exit, and we both left in a haste.
As we were making our way to the underground car park, we were giggling away at how we actually got away from all the steamy actions in the handicap toilet. Once we reached her car, she offered to send me home. She started the car and I sat next to her. After telling her my address, she drove the car out of the underground car park and headed towards the direction of my home. Along the way, nothing happened. I closed my eyes, relaxed and enjoyed my journey home. Soon, we reached my home. She reminded me of our swimming date tomorrow. She informed me the time, name and venue of the swimming club. By then, I was too tired to think about how she would look like in a swimming costume. After giving out a loud yawn, I gave her a smile, kissed her on her cheek and walked towards the lift lobby. She got inside her Beemer and drove off immediately.
The next day, I woke up at almost noon and still felt tired despite having slept for about 8 hours. I checked my mobile phone and found a new text message. It was her, reminding me not to forget our appointment at the swimming club. So I got out of bed, went to the toilet to complete the usual routine and packed up the stuffs I needed. I packed in my bath towel, my swimming trunk, my goggles and my toiletries. I bade farewell to my parents and left in a jiffy.
It was almost 1pm when I reached the swimming club in the east. I approached the main lobby and walked towards the counter to sign myself in. I was rather surprised that my name was already listed in the guest book. After identifying myself, the attendant at the counter gave me a key attached to a wrist band. He told me to store my stuffs inside the cubby hole with the same number as my key, which could be used to open my allocated cubby hole in the men’s changing room. So I went inside the men’s room, looked for my cubby hole and opened it using the key. After changing into my swimming trunk, I stored my belongings in the cubby hole, locked it using the key and walked out of the men’s changing room towards the recreation pool.
A magnificent sight beheld me when I reached the recreation pool. A shapely woman in a tight and skimpy white bikini…
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A magnificent sight beheld me when I reached the recreation pool. A shapely woman in a tight and skimpy white bikini was resting on the wooden beach chair. I could recognise instantly that it was her. She was reading the latest copy of Her World magazine. She did not notice me approaching her.
I sat on the beach chair next to hers. An attendant walked to me and asked me if I would like to order a drink. I told him to serve me a glass of lime juice. She was so engrossed in her reading that she did not notice me sitting next to her, admiring her wonderful figure in a white bikini while waiting for my drink. I also noticed that a few men who walked past were also ogling at her. They deliberately slowed down their step as they walked past but hastened again when they saw me staring at them.
In less than 5 minutes, my lime juice was served. She was still engrossed in her magazine. I picked up a piece of ice from the glass, put it into my mouth and bit it into smaller pieces. Then I put one end of the straw into my mouth. I aimed at her belly button and blew-shot a small piece of ice there. No reaction from her. She did not feel anything and was still reading her magazine. So I blew-shot another piece of ice on her cleavage. Again, no reaction from her. So I put another piece of ice into my mouth, bit it to smaller pieces, and chose the biggest piece. I had some difficulty initially stuffing that bigger piece of ice into the straw using my tongue. I blew-shot at her, this time aiming at her left ear. I missed - and the piece of ice landed on her nose!
She turned to her left and saw me biting a straw. She asked me loudly, “What are you doing?” I told her I was just trying to play a little prank on her because I had been sitting there next to her for almost 5 minutes and she did not even notice me. I picked up my lime juice and walked towards her beach chair. I placed my glass on the wooden coffee table next to her beach chair and sat next to her. I asked her what she was reading that captured her attention so dearly and she showed me the page.
It was an article about sex. In fact, it was an interesting article with nice colourful pictures of bondage sex. I was momentarily shocked by this revelation! I asked her why she was so interested in bondage sex and she replied that she was just curious. I asked her if she would like to try and she gave me a curt reply, “No!”
Her answer did not bother me. My eyes were fixed on her cleavage. She noticed that and asked me what I was looking at. I told her I was admiring at her bikini top. She told me I was speaking blindly and commented that the bulge in my swimming trunk had given my game away. I looked at my swimming trunk and I realised that I could hardly conceal my erection! I commented aloud that it was time for me to buy a new and bigger swimming trunk. She noticed that I was wearing a pair of Arena swimming trunk and commented that we could go to Isetan at Parkway Parade nearby and she would pay for my new pair of Arena swimming trunk, with the condition that she got to choose the design and colour! Wow! I was so tickled by her candid reply!
I told her I would like to enter the pool and asked her if she would like to join me. Without hesitation, she put down her magazine on the beach chair, put on her swimming cap and swimming goggles, and stood next to me by the edge of the swimming pool.
All of a sudden without a single warning, she placed both her hands on my chest and…
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All of a sudden without a single warning, she placed both her hands on my chest and…
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… pushed you into the water?
All of a sudden without a single warning, she placed both her hands on my chest and tried to push me into the water! Blessed with quick reflexes honed from my NS days, I grabbed one of her arms and pulled her along too as I momentarily lost my balance at the edge of the swimming pool and we splashed ourselves into it!
“Pheeet!” The life guard blew his whistle at us for our potentially dangerous act! I made a salute gesture with my hand on my forehead as a sign of apology. We both laughed after that. She remarked how quick my reflexes were and she was caught off guard. “Served you right!” I replied.
As the temperature of the water in the swimming pool was not that warm, we decided to swim for a while. I was previously a school swimmer in my secondary school days. I was also the better and faster swimmer among us. When I finished swimming 10 laps, she could only finish 5 laps.
She asked me if I could teach her how to improve her breaststroke. I asked her what I would get in return. She replied, “Well, for me to know and for you to find out!” Damn it! How do I find out if I do not agree? So I proceeded to teach her how to improve her breaststroke. I told her to swim a few strokes so that I could identify her problem. After she had swum for about 5 strokes, I recognised her problems with her hand stroke and coordination.
To correct her hand stroke, I proceeded to stand behind her with both my hands holding onto her wrists and guided her on how to execute the hand stroke properly.
As I was doing that standing behind her, she deliberately stuck her butt behind towards my groin. I could feel myself having a hard on. Upon feeling that, she proceeded to gyrate her butt against my erected penis. As both our head were above the water, I pretended to act as if nothing was happening and continued to guide her hand strokes.
That went on for almost 5 minutes. I could tolerate it no more. I beckoned her to swim to an isolated corner of the swimming pool. With our backs facing away the corner, I moved my hands inside her bikini bra from the bottom and cupped her voluptous breasts. My fingers started “tuning” her nipples and I could hear her moaning softly with the sound of water splashing against the sides.
Her hands moved behind her and she tried to reach for my swimming trunks. Then she slid one of her hands inside and grabbed my penis hard. For the next 5 minutes, I was fondling her breasts and rubbing her nipples using my thumbs and index fingers while she was stroking my penis using her right hand and grabbing the back of my neck for support with her raised left hand.
Suddenly, she released my penis and pushed away my hands from her breasts. She turned around and submerged herself…
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Suddenly, she released my penis and pushed away my hands from her breasts. She turned around and submerged herself. I thought to myself, “Underwater blowjob - a first for me!”
I could feel her hands pulling my swimming trunks down as I glanced around, making sure nobody was swimming submerged. Next, I could feel her mouth engulfing my erected penis. I could feel her lips brushing against the shaft of my penis! Suddenly, she rose from underwater and started coughing loudly! Apparently she choked herself while giving me an underwater blowjob!
I quickly pulled up my swimming trunk while everybody was distracted by her loud coughing and all attention was focused on us. I asked her if she felt alright. She did not reply. She waved her hand at me while continuing to cough loudly. The lifeguard walked over and asked her if she was feeling alright. She stopped coughing and replied to him that she was fine. She added that she swallowed some pool water while trying to blow bubbles! What an impromptu excuse!
She told me she needed a rest so we walked (since we were at the shallow end of the pool) to the stairs and made our way up. We walked towards the poolside bar and sat down on the bar stools. She ordered a glass of orange juice and I ordered a glass of lime juice. After taking her first sip, she commented that it was her first time attempting an underwater blowjob and it was such a failure. I told her I could feel it was executed well initially. She told me she suddenly saw a man swimming underwater nearby and she panicked. That was when she started swallowing some pool water and choked herself.
I asked her if she could remember and identify the man. She pointed to a man who was sitting on one of the beach chairs. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Although I could not see his eyes clearly underneath his shades, he was facing our direction. As we were staring at him, he smiled, removed his sunglasses and winked at us before he put on his shades back. We knew that was a clear indication that he had seen our naughty deed.
Feeling uncomfortable, she told me she would like to get changed and leave the scene. I concurred and we proceeded to the bathroom to get ourselves washed up and changed. Once I was done, I waited for her outside. While I was waiting, I noticed that her son had finished his swimming lesson. Not knowing if he knew of my presence or his mom’s invitation to me, I took the precautionary act of escape. I walked towards the clubhouse lobby and found myself a nice hideout corner and sat on the armchair. I sent her a text message informing her what had happened. She praised me for my alertness and smart move. She explained that her son indeed was not aware of my presence. She told me she would send her son home first and then we meet again. She told me to just hang around the clubhouse and she would come fetch me later.
Soon, I saw her walking with her son at a distance out of the door at the lobby. I could see them walking towards the direction of the multi-storey carpark. While I was trying to spot her BMW leaving the multi-storey carpark, a man sat on the armchair opposite mine.
He was none other than the man who spotted our naughty deed…
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