My morning swim... [open for F]

It was the same every week: when my alarm woke me, I never, never wanted to get up and actually go to the swimming pool to do my laps. But when I finished the 50 laps, it always felt sooo great. After quitting smoking, I knew it was good for me to keep on doing this, even though I never had a problem with gaining too much weight.

I had been doing this for a year now and I was quite proud of myself. I had seen other people try for a few weeks to then never see them again. Some lasted for a few months, max. Sure, a hand full of old people were regulars, but they just chatted amongst each other during their few laps. (Being 40 years old, I know that using the lable 'old people' is tricky, but still).

There was this other swimmer though, who I saw almost every time I went on my wednesday morning swim. The swimmer was a she. I had never really talked to her, as she usually started her laps about 15 minutes later than me. We had said an occasional 'hello' though, while clinging to the side during a short break from our laps in the 'fast lane' of the pool. But other than that, she was always still swimming while I went back past the showers, towards the lockers and changing cabins.

Sure, I had checked her out under water, in passing, and I noticed her wedding ring, just as im sure she had noticed mine. I guessed she was about 40 as well. And like me, she had a normal build. But the tight fitting bathing suit didn't give many tells.

I had started going to the pool several years ago when my children joined the high school swim team. I would admire all the young males but they ignored the old fatlady as imoverheard one lifeguard call me. At that point I decided I would start working out and get back into some semblance of shape.

My kids had graduated high school and both were n their college swim teams. I continued to come to the pool at least twice a week. Now the same people who used to call me the "old fat lady" called me "That hot MILF that swims like a fish." I kida liked that. I loved knowing these young bucks wanted to sleep with me. Of course I would never sleep with any of these boys.

Then there was the Viagra crowd. The old guys whose skin was like leather from being exposed to sun for the better part of a century. They hit on everything that didn't have armpit hair. Due to these experiences I had learned to keep to myself and not appear overly friendly.

I usually timed my swimming to give me enough time to shower and get to work.
This week my boss took vacation, so I was filling in for him. I arrived earlier than usual and swam my laps. I noticed him as we started and finished our laps at the same time for the first time since he stated coming to he pool. I admired his dedication, and the way his arms and other muscles had developed.

I showered and dressed in my work clothes, a pair of 3" open toe pumps, kahki pants and a green louse in honor of the holiday. I threw my suit towel and googles in my bag and walked out to my car.

"FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I screamed as I realized that my car keys were sitting in the ignition and my cell phone was plugged I to the charger on the passenger eat. I had 20 minutes for a 17 minute drive, and no way to get there. None of the old folks had cell phones, and the only pay phone at the pool had been broken for about 5 years.

"What the fuck am I gonna do about that damn meeting" I say out loud to no one as I hear footsteps behind me.

Keeping my hair short, I needed no use of the dryers. I strolled passed them, towards the exit. Thinking about the workday ahead, I checked the time to see if I needed to make haste. Nope, just the way I liked it.

Just as I was about to get into my car, I heard someone swearing. A lady by the sound of it, but not very lady like! Something about a meeting and a fuck, was all I could make of it. I looked round to see where the abuse came from and saw, well, her. The swimming lady. And I had to admit, even fully clothed she was nice to look at.

She had just stepped out of her car a few parking spaces down and was looking around. Our eyes met. A damesel in distress, if ever I'd met one. She looked anxious and irritated at the same time. I walked over to her.

Even in the few steps I had to take, I checked her body. Why, oh why, oh WHY can't I control it? Do I have to check every the chest and butt of all the females I talk to??? I quickly considered (hoped) that I probably didnt do it ALL the time and it was only looking, harmless looking.

"Anything wrong, Miss?"

I spin on my heel glaring at the person intruding. I recognize HIM, he guy with the nice muscles and handsome face. "I have to be at work in less than 15 minutes and it's just about a 20 minute drive. My keys and hone are locked in my car. If I don't get there my company could lose millions in sales." I say wondering what I was going to do.

Millions huh... I'm not impressed quickly and I dont care about money or losses of commercial companies. They usually sell crap stuff anyway.

But I do - of course - recognize an opportunity here. An opportunity to do good, and to do bad. I start with the first option.

"Where is your work? I could give you a ride if its not too far off my own route."

I considered what I had just said an prayed that she worked close by. I continued quickly:

"I've seen you swimming so many times, I appreciate the dedication you show. So if I can help, my offer stands."

"I work downtown in the Nakatomi Tower." I reply hoping this guy can drive fast and works somewhere nearby.

"Hop in," I say smiling (about the Die Hard reference), and open the passenger door.

The swimming lady seems to be a bit stuck up. I had thought she would have been more gentle, but untill now, her answers were short and barking. As we drive away, I decide to be more rough also.

"No problem to drive you over there. It is a bit off my route, but I will think of a way you can pay me back the favor."

I smile at him. "Sorry I was so rough on you. This is an important meeting and could mean a big promotion for me. I was really stressed out about it. My name is Jeanine." I Say offering my hand.

I smiled back at her and offered my hand. "I'm Gavin, nice to meet you, swimming lady."

I figured that she was stressed out, so I didnt press on small talk, but stuck to the task at hand.
"How fast do you want me to drive? Are you still on time?"

"Well if I can borrow your phone to call me secretary, I can let them know I'm running a bit late. I don't want you getting a ticket for doing me a favor." I glance at my watch and see I'm only a few minutes behind schedule. I also want to repay you for your kindness, I say. I reach into my pocket and pull out a small gold case. I open the case and pull out a business card. I pick up a pen from your console, and write on the back.

"The front is my work contact info, on the back is my personal cell, my personal email, and my direct line at work. Call me later today and we can plan a dinner together one night this week." I say handing him the card.

I had noticed his wedding ring, and I was sure he noticed mine. I got some butterflies in my stomach like when I was a schoolgirl talking to a crush. I pressed my thighs together at the moistness forming in my panties.

She had caught me off guard with that one... I was just a regular guy, not at all used to being asked on dinner dates by ladies I hardly knew. Outside of business dates, that is.

I pondered upon her request, but couldnt decide yes or no. Sure, I wanted to get to know her, maybe even get flirty with her, but not like this. She was the lady I knew and admired from the swimming pool, and that was where I felt it most comfortably should remain.

I looked at her reaching hand with the business card, and said: "Please dont get me wrong. But in stead of dinner, why dont we stick to our normal meeting place. Lets match our end times of swimming and have a shower together!?"

She knew full well that the showers were communal and definately With costumes on.

"Im not turning you down, just proposing a different location. I would very much like to get to know you by chatting in the shower. How does that sound?"

I crossed my fingers behind the steering so she couldnt see.

I was uncertain what to say. I had just offered to buy a man dinner, for helping me out of a jam. It was just a way to thank him, no strings attached...and he rejected me!? Then he invited me to shower with him. While the showers were unisex and everyone kept their suits on, it was still a bit strange.

I looked at him and thought to myself, what can it hurt? People are in and out of the shower area all the time, and if he wanted to hurt me he could do it while in his car and o one knew where I was. Shit smart fucking move lady.

"I guess I can rearrange my morning schedule a bit once a week." I told him.

"Great! Well that's settled then. I normally start around 06:45 and finisch around 07:30. Is that convenient for you?" I had seen her wonder at my strange suggestion and was glad she went with it. I thought it a good idea because I would be able to chat with her, while she was just wearing a swimsuit! You dont get that good of a view on dinner dates...

She directed me towards her work address. The traffic was good, so we had made up some time. I glanced at her clothes. She definatly had style, this woman. I wondered what she looked like underneath her clothes. The thought of that stirred my cock. I couldn't wait to check her out, see what (probably) only her husband was privileged to see...

She also had the air of a person not be messed with. I liked that, but also concluded that that would make it difficult to get her out of her swimsuit before my eyes... but not impossible.

We arrived.

"Well Swimming Lady, its been a pleasure being your chauffeur and we've got a date next week!"

I smiled at the name he gave me. "We sure do. See you next week." I jumped out of the var and blem him a kiss. I rani to the building and...well to make a long story short call me Madame President.

The following Wednesday my alarm went off earlier than normal. "I fought the urge to go back to sleep. "I reallydomhate mornings I say as I got up and grabbed my swim bag and put on my swimsuit. I got in my car backed it out of the garage, and drove off to the pool.

I got to the pool and rinsed off. I walked over to the deep end preparing to dive in. I took a deep breath and was about to jump in when ...

I had already done a few laps when she walked in. She stood at the deep end, ready to dive in, adjusting her goggles. I was at the other end and couldn't stop myself from waving at her enthousiastic. Not a very cool thing to do, but i was so glad she showed up.

She dived in elegantly and started her first lap. I waited at my side till she caught hold of the side next to me.

"Hi, glad you could make it. Eventhough our date has not officialy started yet."

"So it's a date now is it? I bet you just wanted to shower with me just to ogle me in a swimsuit." I say teasing him. Well I am a woman of my word and you'll get your chance...later" as I head back in the other direction.

The water was a bit chiller than usual, and I felt my nipples get erect as I swam my laps focusing on my technique, trying to make my body go further with each stroke, and improvqemy lap time.

I kept my eyes on my new friend. Watching his technique...among other things as we swam side by side. He had a strong turn, something I really needed to improve, but my stroke was a hair better so at every turn he got a bit of a lead which I was able to overcome in about a 1/2 pool length. I had to admit the view from behind wasn't too bad either.

I was finishing my last lap of the day and was dragging a bit from a late meeting so I finished with a sidestroke. I grabbed on to the side of the pool, catching my breath. I pulled my self out of the water and walked over to the showers to rinse off.

I had to admit it, she was a fast swimmer. That only made her more attractive. I tried to catch a few glimpses of her body under water. It looked smooth and toned. Her suit was tight, so I couldnt really guess her breast size. It was obvious though, that her nipples were hard. Due to the water? I was supposed to get soft because of the cold water, but the opposite kept happening. The whole situation was making me horny. And we werent even finished yet.

I did my due dilligence in the water and saw that she was exiting too. We looked at eachother and smiled, knowingly. We walked over to the showers and stood under them.

"So this is where I finally get to oggle you in a swimsuit?" I began, and followed with a grin: "I know you were staying behind me in some of the laps, unpurpose, so you have had your viewing pleasure."

I laugh a deep throaty laugh. " Oh like you wanted to watch me shower for my mind...right? Not to scoop out my tits and ass." I lean my head back letting the water run over my face and down my chest. I throws my chest out a bit to emphasize my bust.

I run my fingers through my hair rinsing out as much of the chlorinated water as possible. I step forward and let the warm water run over the back of my neck helping to loosen my neck muscles. "So are we gonna just stand here looking at each other or are we gonna talk to?" I as looking at home sideways.

To be honest, just looking at her was more than enough. The way she rinsed her hair out, which thrusted her chest forward, was tempting and erotic. But it would be rather crude to simply say: 'listen, I just want to go inside one of those small changing cabins with you and watch you slowly take off your suit, dry yourself and watch you dress. So I can get all hot and bothered about your naked body and maybe slowly stroke my hard cock while you do that.'

So I went for: "How about you tell me if you came on time last week to make that promotion? But first let me say: my compliments for your swimming skills. Where did you learn that?"

"Thanks. More years ago than I care to admit, I had 2 kids on the HS swim team. They used to come here to practice. I admired the way my daughters body took shape from the exercise, and how my sons muscles grew. Not to mention the other swimmers on the team. One day I overheard one of their teammates refer to me as that fat old lady. The next day I started swimming daily. Now I hear the young guys call me MILF, and the codgers call me 'The Bee's Knee's."

"As for the meeting I made it, closed he deal, and was promoted to President. Now there are 13 pharmaceutical companies who are donating various medicines badly needed in third world countries. Millions of children will grow into adults, all because you drove me to work."

"Wow... Congrats on both accounts... I will have to call you the Presidential Swimming Lady then! Although I have to say... anything making big pharma's look good is fishy in my book. The people that run those multinationals dont care about the third world, or the second or the first. They are crooks... But I am definatly not dissing the work you do for the third world kids!"

I saw it sink in, and quickly added: "'listen, I'll be honest with you... I just want to go inside one of those small changing cabins with you and watch you slowly take off your suit, dry yourself and watch you dress. So I can get all hot and bothered about your naked body and maybe slowly stroke my hard cock while you do that."

" I.....I don't even know how to respond to that." I say looking at you to see if you are serious. "I do owe you big for saving my ass, so I guess the least I can let you look at it...but if you touch, I cry rape and destroy you. Is it a deal?"

My Morning swim... (closed for Ldy_Sea)

Wow. That was easier than I had expected!

It was a rollercoaster moment. The moment I had asked my true question, it was as if I didn't have any control over my voice. I just blurted out the words as if I wasnt saying them. After I was done saying the words, my senses came back to me and I started thinking about the possible negative consequences of my actions. You could walk away angry, for example. And that would not even be the worst. You could press charges. You could have me expelled from the pool. You could tell my family!

But all those thoughts went BANG away as quick as they had arrived when you answered my question.

Wow. Was it really that simple? Just ask?

"I don't know what to say, other than... wow," I told you, with a smile that also showed my shame. "I was going to say, sorry for being so stupid as to ask you such an indecent thing, but now I'm glad I did."

"I was offended, very, for a second there, mister!" you retorted. "But you did help me out, soooo. ...But I meant what I said you know: touch me and my lawyers plus the cops will be in touch."

I studied your face for a while before I asked: "So you will do it, only because I saved your ass the other week?"

You gave me a sly smile. "Well, for now: yes, thats what immediately crossed my mind when you asked me anyway."

Satisfied with your answer I thought of my next move.

"I am going to my locker to get my things. After that I will enter a changing cabin. Let's say, the cabin opposite locker 343. Knock on the door when you are ready here and I will let you in. Is that ok with you?"

I shook my head, wondering what had come over me. I college I was a bit of an exhibitionist, that's how I meet my husband. But then after the twins... well no one wanted to see that.

Then I began swimming. Now the romance in my marriage had been rekindled but I still felt something was missing. Was this what I had been missing? Flaunting my body in front of people?

I realized that while musing the situation in my head I had arrived at the appointed door. I hesitantly knocked and .....

I had just started toweling off and thinking that it wouldn't happen, when I heard a knock on the door.

I lifted the bench to unlock the door and there she was. I could see she was hesitant and in her mind still debating whether or not this was a good idea. I understood that, it was madness! Putting everything on the line like this...

But the look of her nice suit, her curvey body, dripping with water, made my crotch do the thinking for me. I let her in. There was hardly room for the two of us in the small booth. I smiled and shifted all my stuff to one side of the bench en moved to the other door, as to give her the most room.

"Nice of you to join me," I grinned. She smiled back and I could see her as she truely was, without her usual presidential air and with her obvious insecurities, just like I was obviously showing mine.

I sat down on my side of the bench and thought it best to just get on with my business so I dried my hair and legs.

She just stood there, looking at me. My body was dry now, except for my speedo's that were still on me. I untied the knot in the strings and positioned my thumbs under the top of my costume. 'Well, this is it,' I thought, 'might as well just go for it'.

Lifting my hips up a bit, I slowly slid the fabric over my ass towards my thighs. My dick becoming uncovered in the process. I was glad to see it was not stiff, but also not in its mini-size due to the cold. It was full and hung down nicely. I slid them all off and stood up, casually drying my bodyparts that had been hidden and that were still wet. I caught her eyes looking at my eyes and then also at my cock. When I was done, I sat down again. Now totally naked, my legs slightly apart. It felt good to be like this, naked, with here so close by. I looked at her.