I'd been teaching swimming in backyard pools during the past two years of summer uni holidays. It was fun, and the money was good. After a slow start in the first year, word of mouth and some local advertising soon had me booked back to back every week day. I took up to four kids in a group and I charged extra for private lessons. Generally it was a group of young mums, but sometimes a dad, generally in their thirties, who got together for a coffee or wine while I taught their kids in someone's pool.
Some of those young mums were really hot. I don't like the term MILF, but the term was created to describe some of these mums. Did I fantasise about them during private masturbatory moments? Definitely. Did I really believe I had a chance of bedding any of them? Definitely not. I'm a good looking guy. I'm fit, and compete at uni level in swimming competitions. I had a series of girlfriends at uni and I've been told I'm good in bed. But these young mums just seemed to be at another level.
I was conscious that some of the mums checked me out while I taught their kids. I wore speedos and a tight Lycra sun shirt and I occasionally caught talking under their breath and them giving me appreciative looks. I often wondered if they were commiserating on their own post-baby love lives and sharing stories of their own wilder times when they had been in their early twenties?
Mrs Gregory wanted a private lesson for her daughter Jenfer. The house was huge, the pool was heated and they had a separate guest residence, that they called the pool house. If you imagined what a trophy wife looked like, that was Mrs Gregory. She was tall and had long blond hair, long legs, a sexy east european accent and her face was probably on some magazine cover in a third world country somewhere. Jenfer was eight, which meant that Mrs Gregory would have about nineteen when she was born, but then I found out that Jenfer was from one of Mr Gregory's previous marriages, and that the current Mrs Gregory was, in fact, already an ex.
The first lesson was straight forward. Jenfer was able to swim already and mostly needed work on her breathing, though I wondered at the two glasses of white wine that Mrs Gregory drank at eleven in the morning.
The second lesson was great, Jenfer had been practising between my lessons, but it was hard not to notice Mrs Gregory's stunning long legs because she was wearing very short shorts, and may have had a glass of wine or two before the lesson started.
For the third lesson, Mrs Gregory wore a light summer halter top dress which floated around her body and which came to mid thigh when she was standing, but when she sat beside the pool and crossed her legs to watch the lesson, rode up considerably higher. It was hard to tell without staring, but she may not have been wearing a bra. I don't think she had been drinking, and she seemed to be deep in thought.
For the fourth lesson, she was definitely not wearing a bra. Her tight midriff baring top highlighted the curve of her breasts and did nothing to hide her prominent nipples. I think her shorts may even have been shorter than those she wore for lesson two. Today she was drinking a rosè.
Did she expect me to make a pass at her, in front of her step-daughter? Did she want me to phone her? Was she just teasing me? I was really turned on after every lesson, but also really confused.
For the fifth lesson there was no sign of Jenfer and Mrs Gregory was back in her floaty short sun dress, and now that she was standing right in front of me, I could see that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra.
"Sorry, I should have called to cancel, Jenfer is at a friend's birthday party," Mrs Gregory explained. "I'll pay you for the lesson, of course. My purse is in the pool house". She indicated that I should follow her. Every other lesson she had paid by direct deposit, why does she need her purse? I'd seen porn that started this way.
She didn't waste any time. As I followed her into the pool house she reached behind herself, undid the dress and let it fall to the ground exposing her smooth, gym muscled back, perfect long legs, and her arse covered by a small pair of midnight blue panties that were more lace than substance. She kept walking into the bedroom where she crawled into the middle of the king size bed and then lay back with her arms up over her head and drew her knees up. Her breasts were naturally firm and perfectly rounded with small erect nipples and her belly was flat and taunt. She lay there smiling up at me.
I just stood there, a bit stunned. "What..." I stammered.
"Haven't you got another lesson in forty five minutes. Get naked."
