SINK or SWIM? Her Choice

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“So this is it,” she thought to herself, “I’m at University!”

Andrea was proud of herself, finally achieving the aim of her whole life to this point. Not that it was any surprise, she achieved everything. She had good A level results, had got into her first choice University, had been captain of her school swimming team, they’d just held on to first place in the local schools swim league for their small district, and she hadn’t made County Swimmer because she didn’t want to. It was too much commitment. At least, that’s what she told herself and everyone else.

But hey, UNIVERSITY!

This week had flown by in a bit of a blur. Dropped off at her new lodging by Dad, him fussing a lot and checking security, telling her to keep her curtains always closed because you never knew who was watching from the houses opposite. Why do Dads fuss so much? Maybe because they lived so far away he didn’t think he was in easy reach of his little girl?

Then her introductions to University from the faculty and Student Union, her first lectures, stuff about school was easy but this is more challenging, needing to think, to be independent, to go beyond what we’ve known so far, blah blah blah.

Walking around at the Clubs Fair, she was amazed at the many sports and activities the Uni had to offer. She’d already turned down the Photography Club who almost begged her to be model for them. Yeah right! She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a window and smiled, imagining herself as a model. She was too short probably, ok nice slim shape, boobs everyone notices but not big up top, yes a nice smile, pretty dark hair, and yes she was quite proud of her bum and legs. These stretch jeans showed them off nicely.

Andrea adjusted her pale blue v-neck sweater, letting it hug her figure, and wandered past the Football Club, the Hockey Club, to the Swim Club.

There was a nice looking man at the stall, and his direct stare made her blush a little and drop her eyes. But she came forward anyway, and picked up one of the leaflets from the desk.
 
Tom Lacey was in his second year as swim coach for the University and was on the look out for new young talent for the ladie's team in particular so the beginning of a new intake of eager beavers was an exciting time, who knew what talent might be out there, so when the pretty young girl picked up a leaflet he quickly moved in and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Tom Lacy the swim coach, are you a swimmer? You seem to have the body for it."

He looked her over thinking to himself, 'That's some body and it's just right for more than swimming'

"If you're interested we have an introductory club night tomorrow at the pool so come along and don't forget your cossie, unless you wanna go in naked."

He grinned as he spoke and then turned to speak with another hopeful.
 
Andrea giggled at his 'go in naked' joke, not the first time she'd heard it, and was all ready to tell him how she'd been school swim captain and everything when he started talking to someone else.

A bit miffed, she took a pen and scribbled on the leaflet the time of the tryouts so obviously advertised on the posters behind him. She also scribbled, 'Tom Lacy' so she wouldn't forget.

Glancing at who he was talking to Andrea couldn't help feeling a bit jealous. After all, she'd been here first. He should be talking to Her. A frown creased her forehead and she wondered if she should just walk away and never come back, or walk away but come to the tryouts, or stay and try and talk to him, to Tom.

She hesitated in dithering indecision.
 
Tom finished talking to the other young hopeful and looked around for the young girl he had been talking to, fortunately she still stood there but with a pout on her face, probably due to him talking to someone else he decided.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't trying to be rude but I'm all alone on the stall and I have to talk to everyone, you never know if it might be a future swimming star slipped through your hands."

He looked her over again more closely and noticed how her v-neck sweater hugged her curves, she wasn't big up top but then swimmers had to be streamlined. Then an idea struck him,

"Say, are you busy right now? I could really do with some help here so if you could just hand out leaflets to interested parties and if they have any questions refer them to me, please, it would be a great help and I'll buy you a coffee afterwards, how does that sound? By the way I don't know your name."
 
"Oh, my name is Andrea, Sir, Andrea Kay?"

She half held out her hand to Tom; it didn't seem right calling Staff by their first name, and she was still used to the practices of school.

Andrea decided to forgive him for talking to someone else and relaxed into a smile. Swimming was something she knew. She should be fine here.

"Sure sir, I'll hand out leaflets," tucking her own in her back pocket, "you just want me to smile and be nice to people?"

It hadn't escaped her notice that he'd looked her over, but apart from the lame 'swim naked' comment she assumed he was just being professional and assessing her profile in the water, probably already working out which events might suit her physique best.

"I'm gonna come to the tryouts tomorrow, sir. I used to swim a little at school, and I can do fly and tumble turns and stuff," not wanting to brag but hoping to be taken seriously. Just the fact that he asked for her help gave her some encouragement, and picking up a stack of flyers from the table she flashed him her best smile and started trying to make eye contact with as many new students as she could.
 
So her name is Andrea, he must remember that, girls were especially susceptible to flattery if you used their name, thinking that they were special. Time would tell how
special she would be to him.

She held her hand out for a handshake and called him Sir which fed his ego, usually his swimmers called him Tom.

"Call me Tom Andrea, we don't stand on ceremony here, anyway I'm just a coach, not a tutor, leave all that behind you at school, we are all adults here."

When he took her hand he found it warm and soft and his mind immediately switched to thinking how it would feel sliding along his cock. He tried to put it out of his head but the thought remained at the back of his head.

Andrea did really well handing out the leaflets, seeming to attract mostly boys trying to hit on her. Pleasingly she showed no interest in any of them but dealt with them efficiently and politely. He made a note to find out if she had a boyfriend. If so he would have to deal with it.

The Fair drew to a close and he caught Andrea before she left,

"How about that coffee I promised you, you were a great help, I couldn't have managed without you."
 
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"Hey thanks, sir, er coach, er Tom sir, oh shit! Oops"

Andrea's hand flew to cover her mouth and she stared at Tom, mortified.

Trying to recover she blurted, "Er, I'd rather have a Hot Chocolate if that's ok?" and she kept babbling to try and hide her embarassment at saying 'shit' to a coach.

"It was really fun helping out, ya know, giving the leaflets out, chatting and whatever, and you're really good with the questions, I mean, you know everything! So yeah anytime you need help with anything, I'm your girl!" she finished brightly.

Of course, she didn't mean that she was his girl, and she was sure he would know that, and she didn't mean help with anything, it was more a figure of speech, but she tended to say stupid things when she was nervous, stuff she didn't mean to let out.

But his hand was nice and strong without hurting. And he had so much more about him than the young boys who had tried to chat her up while she gave out leaflets.

"So, er, where we going for this coffee or whatever, sir, er Tom?"
 
It was obvious that Andrea was flustered and unsure of herself, stuttering over what to call him and finishing up with 'oh shit'. So as not to embarass her further he laughed it off,

"Don't worry about it, I've heard a lot worse and probably used worse language myself as you'll no doubt find out if you come to the training sessions.

To emphasise the fact he put a comforting arm across her shoulders.

"Right, hot chocolate it is, let's go to my office and you can give me more details about yourself, you know the usual stuff, age, sporting CV, next of kin in case you drown and I'm not on hand to rescue you."

He smiled at that, he knew that if that ever occurred he'd have the perfect excuse to grope her. On the way to his office he took the opportunity to get her confidence, talking about nothing in particular but suddenly catching her off guard with the question he had been burning to get the answer to.

"Just so I know how committed you'll be do you have a boyfriend that might distract you?"
 
"Boyfriend?" she repeated, but she sounded like that was impossible, which embarassed her again and she blushed.

"Er, no sir, no boyfriend at the moment ... um, you think that would distract me from training?" She'd never been asked anything quite so personal before by a coach, but as sir said, as Tom said, she corrected herself, they were adults now, so yes she could see how some girls might get distracted.

And they had been getting along so well untill she made a mess of what was obviously a serious sports question. His strong arm felt good across her shoulders, it made her want to trust him, maybe even confide in him, if he was the kind of coach who was approachable for non sport related stuff. Learning to fit in at Uni was going to be a challenge, and it would be nice to have a mature person to discuss things with.

Trying to change the subject, she thought about what he needed to know, while they got to his office.

She sank luxuriously into one of the two comfy armchairs. After being on her feet for so long giving out leaflets, it felt good to sit back.

"So um, I'm Andrea Kay, 18 years old, first year student in the English Department doing Creative Writing," and she continued with her school, the Team Swim Captain bit, their victories, no she never made County, her usual fitness routine of 10 lengths evey morning in the school pool back home, her diet of generally avoidig too much instant food, her mobile number and email, Mum and Dad's phone number for emergencies.

"Oh, and I'm a Speedo 32 for swimsuit if there's a team one we all need to wear," she added.
 
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Tom smiled inwardly at Andre's assertion that she didn't have a boyfriend so she could not use that as an excuse when he invited her to his flat, but not yet that would come later.He laid the flattery on really thick now making her think that he was impressed by her.

"School swim team captain eh? That's impressive,and finishing top of your league, I'll bet you had a great deal to do with that, you must be really good, I'll give you a tryout tomorrow night.

While he was talking he made coffee for himself and a hot chocolate for Andrea not letting her see the two mild sleeping tablets he stirred in.

"Here you are Andrea, hot chocolate as requested, I suppose you're quite tired after being on your feet all day and I must say thanks again for your help, I'll know who to come to next time I want someone to do something for me. By the way, it's stupid I know but I haven't asked you what stroke you use, I'm a breaststroke man myself, I love it."

He looked at her expectantly.
 
Andrea grinned in delight. Awesome! Coach Tom was impressed! He knew she was really good! A serious tryout tomorrow!

Her heart leaping in happiness, and taking the offered drink replied,

"I think crawl is probably my favourite, sir, but I'm ok on backstroke, and yeah, I quite like breast stroke too," wanting to fit in with his preferences, discarding as inappropriate the old swimmers joke of 'who's breasts do you like to stroke'.

She sat back into the comfort of the armchair and felt herself relaxing.

"Yeah, I am a bit tired," stifling a yawn, " but yep, anytime you need someone to do something for you, think of me first, sir," unable this time to stop a fully developed yawn.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. I better be going, let you get on."

Andrea finished her hot chocolate. "That was really yummy, I'd take another anytime you're offering, sir!" she said with a grin, leaning forward to try to get up, her lmbs feeling a bit leaden.
 
The yawn was a dead giveaway that the pills were working on her, if she hadn't been so excited by his flattery she would be fast asleep by now.

'Yeah, I am a bit tired, but yep, anytime you need someone to do something for you, think of me first, sir,

A full on yawn this time , he saw her eyelids fluttering and realised he had to move fast, he need her permission for the next step.

'Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. I better be going, let you get on.

Tom watched her finish her chocolate and then try to get up,

That was really yummy, I'd take another anytime you're offering, sir!'

"Andrea you look dead beat and likely to fall asleep on your way back to your lodgings, I can't possibly let you go yet, just relax and put your feet up and have a nap and I'll give your feet a massage"

He pushed a footstool towards her and lifted her feet onto it.

"There you are, you'll feel much better after a nap."
 
Sir was right, she did feel much better with her feet up.

She could feel herself drifting but fought it.

"Are you sure sir? I mean," YAWN, " sorry, but you sure that's ok? I mean, I don't," YAWN, " I'm so sorry, sir! But I do like a foot massage," and she kicked off her trainers and tugged the legs of her tight jeans a few centimetres up from her ankles.

"I'm so sorry about this, sir," YAWN, " but I don't know what's come over me .. I do have good stamina, but maybe just close my eyes," and she let her head rest back against the side of the armchair, his hands on her feet comforting, soothing, relaxing, almost sensual .... not really, but kinda.

And she drifted off.
 
Tom's hands caressed Andrea's delicate little feet soothing and gentle, he looked up at her, her eyes were closed and her head lolled back on the back of the chair.

"There, there Andi that better? " he asked quietly and when he
received no reply he smirked and his hand slipped under the leg of her jeans and stroked the soft silky calves.

"Now for a proper massage pet." He murmured softly and his hands slid up her legs, over her knees and thighs.

"Let's see if you shave shall we my little beauty." He whispered softly and began to slide down the zipper of her jeans. Tom was breathing heavily with excitement now as he put his hand inside her jeans and found the lacy material of her panties. Andrea stirred and sighed and her knees flopped apart. Tom was panting hard now and he worked a finger under her panties finding the soft slightly damp flesh of her slit. He pushed in further and found a small neatly trimmed landing strip of soft silky hair. He sucked in his breath in a mixture of appreciation and lust.

" My God, she's beautiful!" He gasped and slowly pushed his finger into her wetness,

"Fuck, she's getting turned on, I wonder if she's a virgin.

Andrea was moving her hips now unconsciously sucking in his probing digit.

He wanted to go further but he didn't know how long Andrea would be out for so he zipped her up again and just a few minutes later she began to come round.

With his best friendly smile he asked,

"You went out like a light, did you have pleasant dreams?"
 
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"Eh? Wha?"

Groggily Andrea woke up, and instrinctively put her left hand over her crotch, pressing, until she remembered where she was and who she was with and quickly turned the gesture into rubbing her tummy innocently.

"Oh sir! I'm so sorry, I must have drifted off!"

All she could remember was feeling so very tired, and Coach giving her the most delicious foot massage that, well, satisfied her in a certain way but left her needing more.

She blushed at the feeling that was lingering between her legs, and again pulled herself to the edge of her chair, this time with lighter, stronger limbs.

She joked, "I don't know what you put in that hot chocolate but it sure is satisfying! I'll take another of those any day ha ha!"

Then, becoming more serious, "But I've already taken up too much of your time. See you at the tryouts tomorrow!" more awake now, she grinned at him, remembering how impressed he'd been by her swimming record. Maybe she'd make the team at the first try?

Getting up, she rubbed her eyes, "Hey thanks sir, you've been really great."
 
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Tom watched Andrea slowly open her eyes and look groggily around her, he noticed how her hand covered her crotch and then hastily reverted to rubbing her stomach.

The thought went through his mind 'She's still feeling horny, a pity I didn't have time to get her off but she'll be wondering why she's so turned on. '

'Oh sir! I'm so sorry, I must have drifted off!'

He saw her blush and then she seemed to gather her thoughts and carried on in a jokey sort of way,

'I don't know what you put in that hot chocolate but it sure is satisfying! I'll take another of those any day ha ha! But I've already taken up too much of your time. See you at the tryouts tomorrow!'

"You're more than welcome Andrea, you have been like a breath of fresh air, I don't have much chance to talk with a pretty girl like you. The hot chocolate? Well that's my secret recipe, you're welcome to drop in anytime, I'll always be pleased to see you."

His eyes fastened on her rear as she bent over to pick up her trainers, the denim was stretched tightly over each rounded cheek and he swallowed hard.

"Yes ok Andrea, I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow and putting you through your paces. The chances are I won't be able to spend as much time with you as I would like during the meeting but if you'd like to stay behind for a while we can really get acquainted."

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Next day he was sifting through the dozen or so applications for membership when a parcel arrived, he knew straight away what it was, a new type of swimsuit for women that would supposedly cut down resistance in the water and consequently the swimmer would go faster, it was still in the development stage but his school had been chosen along with two others to trial it. He held it up and his eyes gleamed at the way it was cut very high on the hips,, apart from that the swimsuit didn't reveal much but then it was for racing in not for showing off a body, even so he could visualize Andrea wearing it which led him to wondering if her own swimsuit was at all revealing, tonight he would find out.

He carefully put it away and went to the spyhole he had drilled through to the changing room next door to make sure it hadn't been covered up. Having done all his paperwork he changed into his speedo and began his warm up before his normal 30 lengths of the pool. All the time he was thinking how to get Andrea to give him what he wanted.
 
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"Stay after? Are you sure that's ok sir? I feel like I'm already taking too much of your time, but sure. Maybe you could give me some initial tips on improving my technique, once you've had a good look at me. I'm always open to suggestions, and I do so want to improve my times?"

Sighing with contentment and beaming Coach Tom a lovely warm smile, Andrea turned for the door and left, quietly excited at the possibilities.

He really was the nicest man. Taking so much trouble to help a Fresher like her settle in. He said she was a breath of fresh air, and pretty! Well who wouldn't want to hear that? She grinned to herself. And welcome any time? She must be doing something right. Maybe he wanted a Personal Assistant, like an Intern, unpaid obviously, someone to sort his papers, do whatever it is that PAs do?


By the time the tryouts were starting the next day she was very nervous. It looked like too many women swimmers were there, and these were only the hopefuls, not the existing squad from last year. And they looked fit and strong and like they knew what they were about.

Hm, she'd have trouble making the cut just from the numbers alone. He'd already told her yesterday he wouldn't be giving her much attention, so she'd just have to do her best and try to impress with her determination and committment.

She changed into her Speedo Swimsuit like all the other girls and came out to the poolside, her cap, towel and goggles in her hands.
 
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Tom was busy with all the new members and didn't see Andrea arrive, he was sorting the girls and boys into their preferred distances when he saw Andrea emerge from the changing rooms in her swimming costume,towel goggles and cap in hand; He hurried over to her and gave her a welcoming smile,

"You're just in time to save me from self destructing, I need your help again, can you organise the girls into groups of no more than six at each distance, I almost forgot, what's your preferred distance, how far do you go?"

He left Andrea to it while he sorted the boys out in the same manner then he called them all together,

"Okay boys and girls we'll do some quick time trials, starting with 50 metre dash boys first , then wealernate through the various distances, I'm sure you'll all do your best but don't worry if you don't achieve your PB, you won't be discarded after one swim, Andrea, can you be the starter and I'll do time keeping.?"

The trials went fairly smoothly although Andrea had to restart a couple of races after false starts. Some really stood out and other flopped miserably including the boys but Tom just encouraged them telling them that it wasn't all over yet.

Once or twice he found himself glancing at Andrea and her slim body, no longer hidden by everyday clothes and he thought back to yesterday when he had aroused her without her knowledge and he wondered if she had relieved herself with her fingers or maybe a toy.

The session finally came to an end some of the less dedicated had already drifted away when Tom realised Andrea hadn't swum yet so he called her over,

"I'm an ass aren't I ? I got you to do all the work and then forgot you were here to try out as well, so when everyone's gone you can show me what you can do then another hot chocolate will be waiting, if you want to that is."
 
"If I want to? ha ha, as if I'm gonna turn that down! Yeah, I'd love another hot chococlate, you make them really well. Whatever your secret ingredient is, its worth it. I won't ask for another foot massage though, sir, I'm not a pooped today."

She smiled beautifully at Coach Tom, pulled on her swim cap and goggles and stood at the side.

By now they had the pool to themselves which seemed to be what he wanted for her tryout.

"So um, can I crawl for you first sir, then maybe you want me on my back, and we can fnish with the favourite, the breast stroke?" She couldn't have explained why, but just thinking of the last hot chocolate and foot massage had got her a little horny. Most inappropriate for swim trials, but it made her play with naughty language and enjoy the double meanings. And what had he asked her before, at the start? Yeah, he'd asked something about her distance but actually seemed to ask her how far would she go. She giggled to herself. Almost as bad as asking her did she spit or swallow. Not that she had any experience but she'd heard the other girls talk.

Standing in position ready for a racing dive she glanced across at Coach Tom, stopwatch in hand.

"You asked sir how far I go? I reackon that's something we'll need to find out, but is two lengths ok for now?"

And then she did her best to concentrate. She knew her times wouldn't be spectacular, but she wanted to show Coach how determined she was, how much stamina and drive, how much committment.

She pushed herself to the limit, and when they were done she was exhausted. Dragging herself from the water with his help she went to get dressed.

Alone in the changing room she stripped straight out of her swimsuit and set the shower on hot, standing under it for a good few minutes. Andrea didn't want to stay too long and keep Coach Tom waiting, or fall asleep in the shower, and once shampooed, soaped, and rinsed she slipped back into her bra and briefs then stretch jeans and a clean yellow t shirt, Feet in loose trainers she hurried to Coach Tom's office and knocked, coming in when asked and flopping back in the same comfy armchair.

"Boy am I pooped!"
 
Tom grinned at Andrea's eagerness and enthusiasm and as for wanting his Hot Chocolate well he sure put his special ingredient in it.

He almost couldn't believe his ears when she did a silent giggle as if she knew only too well that what she said could be interpreted as a come on.

'So um, can I crawl for you first sir, then maybe you want me on my back, and we can finish with the favourite, the breast stroke?'

He wasn't sure so he decided that he'd take it slowly so he replied,

"It's your choice, sink or swim, whatever you're comfortable with."

Before she began she asked 'You asked sir how far I go? I reckon that's something we'll need to find out, but is two lengths ok for now?'

He was tempted to say "I know I have just the right length for you." but he kept quiet, things were going much better than he had hoped and he didn't want to spoil it by being in too much of a hurry.

Professionally Tom wasn't that impressed with Andrea's time but he didn't tell her that he helped her out of the pool and said "Hot Chocolate special coming up"

He went into his office where the chocolate was all prepared just awaiting his secret ingredient and the milk. Andrea had gone into the cubicle next to his office so Tom went over to the spy hole and watched as Andrea stripped off her swimsuit and stood under the shower in full view of the spy hole, her landing strip was clear now dark haired and narrow pointing towards the promised land and her tits were larger than he thought with nice rosy pink nipples. As he watched he stroked himself to a climax and let a generous dollop fall into the hot chocolate.

When Andrea was dressed and knocked on his door and entered she said with feeling,

'Boy am I pooped!'

"Not too pooped to do me a big favour I hope,,,,,,,,,,,,,,," He let it hang giving her time to wonder what he was going to ask her to do for him, judging from their earlier exchanges he thought she might be thinking he was going to ask for a blow job.

"You see I, or rather the uni has been selected along with another couple of Unis to carry out secret trials with a new swimsuit, all very hush hush so you musn't breathe a word to anyone. What it boils down to is it's supposed to cut resistance so yo swim faster, what I want you to do is relax for a bit and drink your chocolate and then do your two lengths again and we'll compare your times, are you game to give it a go?"
 
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"of course I will, for you sir," Andrea replied, watching eagerly as Coach Tom handed over his special Hot Chocolate.

She savoured the aroma for a moment, and because it had cooled a little since he'd so thoughtfully got it ready before she came, she took a lovely big sip.

"Mmm, so yummy. You make the best hot chocolate sir. Maybe I'm just more awake today, but I could swear its even more creamy than last time? Maybe not, but I love it!"

She paused to think about the secret trial for a moment. "Oh, and yeah I can keep the trial quiet, no one will know. I was just wondering, though, since I'm a bit pooped, " uninhibited YAWN, "I'd probably be slower doing another two lengths than I was earlier? Is it a fair test? D'ya want me to do the secret test again maybe tomorrow, when I'm fresh?" She drank more of her delicious chocolate.

"Have you used a richer milk sir? It has a slightly different smell to normal? I like it. I don't think I've ever had it before. Don't suppose I could get some for my own room? But then I don't have a fridge, so maybe I'll just have to be a good girl and enjoy it while I'm here." She gave a wry grin, thinking he must be getting bored waiting.

"So anyway, let me have that swimsuit, I'll go change and come back here to let you know I'm ready for your length?" She grinned at the double meaning, but the chocolate hadn't had quite the same effect on her as yesterday. Oh well.

Taking their new secret weapon she went back to the changing room, stripped naked again, pulled on the new swimsuit, yellow and in a very different fabric to normal, and put all her clothes in her sports bag. Knocking on his office door she dropped her bag just inside and they headed out to the pool.

Once again she adopted the racing dive position and waited for Coach Tom to start her.

Like before, Andrea didn't think her time was much but she was drained from the previous session even though she'd given it her all.

Letting him help her out, she sat on a side bench for a few minutes to get her breath, the suit drying on her while Coach Tom went back to his office. Then she got wearily to her feet, knocked and entered and plopped even more exhausted in the comfy armchair.

"Now I really AM pooped!"
 
Tom smiled at her when she said the chocolate was creamier than before, of course it was he hadn't put his own cream in it yesterday.

'Oh, and yeah I can keep the trial quiet, no one will know. I was just wondering, though, since I'm a bit pooped, I'd probably be slower doing another two lengths than I was earlier? Is it a fair test? D'ya want me to do the secret test again maybe tomorrow, when I'm fresh?'

"No we might as well do the test run now seeing as how you're here now and anyway if you even equal your first time we have to consider that you're tired so it's a good yardstick."

Andrea asked about the hot chocolate again,

'"Have you used a richer milk sir? It has a slightly different smell to normal? I like it. I don't think I've ever had it before. Don't suppose I could get some for my own room? But then I don't have a fridge, so maybe I'll just have to be a good girl and enjoy it while I'm here.'

"It's my secret ingredient that you can taste my dear, I'm afraid I can't tell you what it is , it wouldn't be secret anymore would it? Anyway you only have to ask and you can have one or two after every session."

'So anyway, let me have that swimsuit, I'll go change and come back here to let you know I'm ready for your length.'

Tom gave a secretive little smile at that, "I'm sure you're more than ready to show me what you can do. The swimsuit is on a hanger next door, let me know when you're ready."

A few minutes later Andrea came back and gave him a twirl, immediately he could see the difference it fitted like a glove, tight everywhere and hiding nothing that an imaginative mind could conjure up. He couldn't resist feeling the material stroking over her waist and what was covered of her rump on the pretext of smoothing out imaginary wrinkles, Oh fuck she felt so good under his experienced hands, soft and warm yet toned muscles flowed under his finger tips.

Andrea did her two lengths and to his surprise and delight she was a full half second faster. It was when he was helping her out of the pool that he got the biggest surprise, the damned swimsuit was transparent and literally hid nothing, her dark landing strip was in evidence and he could see how her little pink nipples had swelled in the cool water, her pussy lips were pushed apart at her crotch and even the hood of her clit was visible. Quickly he thought I can't tell her she'll flip if I do and ruin everything so he said nothing and wrapped a big towel around her, hiding the evidence from her view.

"Excellent honey your time was half a second faster than the first run so if we adjust it even 25 100ths for you being tired you're still a quarter of a second faster, amazing'. "

Tom left her to go back to the office and prepared yet another hot chocolate and squeezed out some more cum to mix in with the two sleeping pills.

Andrea came in and the swimsuit was dry now an returned to its original yellow. She flopped down in the armchair legs spread out,

'Now I really AM pooped!'

"Nothing that a little nap won't cure and I'll massage those shoulders they look a little tense."

He handed her the Hot chocolate and stood behind her his hands resting on her bare shoulders.
 
Sitting sort of upright to allow room for Coach's strong hands on her shoulders, but also relaxing back into the comfy chair, Andrea held the mug in both hands while inhaling its particular delicious scent and sipping carefully.

It was bit hotter than the last one but just as good, and he'd used his special milk again which was great. There was something about the extra richness that was almost addictive.

"A quarter second faster? Who'd have thought?". She kicked her towel across the floor where she'd dropped it on coming into the office, and hooking her toes under a stool brought it forward to put her feet up.

"You don't mind if I just kick back, do you sir? Its just I'm a bit bushed, especially doing another two lengths. Taking even one extra length is a challenge for a girl, but two?" The lame rude joke didn't work, She was wasn't feeling it anymore. Andrea realised she'd been hoping for a repeat of yesterday's extra sensations from the chocolate and foot massage, but it just wasn't happening.

On the other hand, as she drained the last of Coach Tom's special drink, she did feel the tiredness creeping up on her. And he had given her permission to take another little nap.

She could feel her eyelids drooping, and with a concentrated effort managed to put the mug down before settling comfortably, feet up, hands on the chair arms, head lolling.
 
Tom looked down at Andrea's face, smiling and serene, looking so innocent but he had the feeling that under that innocence was a passionate young woman just waiting for that passion to be unleashed,

His hands moved slowly over the silky smooth skin of her shoulders and he bent down to murmur in her ear,

"Soon my little beauty, soon you'll be crawling to me then laying on your back waiting for my length inside you."

Gently he eased the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders and let them fall down her arms. Leaning over her he slowly pushed down the top of her costume until her full soft breasts were free and he used his fingertips to trace the curve of each tantalizing breast, his breathing quickened as he rolled each pink bud between his fingers and they swelled and hardened in unconscious arousal, he paused and held his breath as Andrea moaned in her sleep. When she didn't wake he smiled lecherously and one hand slid down under the swimsuit over her flat Stomach until
he could stroke the silky hair on her mound.Andrea moaned softly again and he hurriedly removed his hand and replaced her swimsuit in position. When Andrea woke a couple of minutes later he was sat reclining in the other armchair with a glass of e
wine in his hand,

"Welcome back Andrea, did you sleep well? It seemed you were having a nice dream,"

He smiled and chuckled,

"It wasn't about me by any chance? No, of course not, I couldn't be that lucky."
 
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Andrea smiled at Coach Tom, then yawned yet again and curving her back stretched luxuriously before curling into the comfy armchair, her knees drawn up near her chest unaware of the strange suit material pulling into an obvious camel toe right in front of him.

"I'm not sure what I was dreaming, sir," and she thought back, but could only remember her silly comment from earlier about crawling, lying on her back and what was it? Taking his length? She felt her nipples start at the memory and had to rub them to ease the tingle depite not being able to do so discreetly.

But it did seem that the Hot Chocolate had done its work, partly at least, because she was feeling it again between her legs though it wasn't as satisfying as yesterday. The drink itself, on the other hand, was better, and she leaned over to pick up her mug, and running a finger inside scooped out the crusted chocolate residue popping it in her mouth to savour.

"I would swear that was your best chocolate ever sir," putting the almost clean mug down again.

"I suppose I better go and leave you to it," and reaching down pulled clothes from her bag on the floor, tugging on first her t shirt then the jeans.

"So what do you think, sir? Another time trial with the secret suit tomorrow? Or do you have the data you need? Did you record what you wanted?"
 
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