It wasn't my best doctor's visit. In fact it was one I'd been dreading, knowing pretty much what he was going to say. At least he gave me a choice. Start working out and lose fifteen pounds or go on blood pressure medicine. He gave me four months to come back and show him that I've lost the weight and my diastolic blood pressure number back down to eighty. I was motivated by the desire NOT to have to take blood pressure meds for the rest of my life. I signed up at the local health club. At fifty-two I'm plenty active. I hunt, fish and work, I have projects at home. Activity is not a problem. What I need is cardio activity that will burn fat. Unfortunately I HATE standing on a machine, pretending on hiking or walking or whatever you pretend you do as you spend half an hour on an elliptical. Fortunately for me they have a pool. Good exercise, not overly tedious, certainly better looking scenery.
I'm not exactly sexist, but hey, I'm a guy, I enjoy the view of the younger women in swim suits. So with the intent of working hard enough to lose the weight, I started swimming laps. Unfortunately I was using muscles that I hadn't used that way in years, and I was getting sore quickly. It was my sixth day swimming, and I was standing in the four foot deep water near the lap swim area, leaning against the wall, panting harder than I was comfortable with. I saw her walking around the edge of the pool. She was what I would classify as voluptuous. Curvy hips, thin waist, muscular but well-shaped legs and of course a significantly sized chest. Her long brown hair was tied back behind her head in a ponytail. Her obviously ample curves were more accentuated by the multi-shade blue one piece suit than hidden by it. She walked around the edge of the pool, surveying those in it, not with idle curiosity, but with what was clearly a practiced eye, her tits bouncing slightly in the material with each step. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own, starting to harden as I watched her work her way around the pool.
Her gaze swept across the pool and paused on me. It was clear she saw me, our eyes locking for a few brief moments. She looked away for another sweep and then back again. I couldn't help but feel like she was sizing me up as she strode slowly around the pool rim in my direction. She passed the kiddy pool area, what they called the therapy pool and the circular current loop. She walked along the end of the lap lanes portion of the pool, her gaze clearly fixed on me. I couldn't help but look up at her as she walked around the corner of pool rim and approached me.
"Good evening!" She said brightly, squatting down at the pool edge in front of me.
"Evening." I answered, trying hard to look up at her face and not the blue material stretched tightly across her pussy, dipping slightly between her full round outer lips, or how her big breasts strained at the suit's material, seeming almost to call out to be lifted and squeezed. I felt slightly embarrassed at the hardness of my cock under the water as I looked up at her.
"I don't think I've seen you around here before."
"No. Just started up here." I answered.
"I thought as much. So, swimming for exercise?" she asked sweetly, looking down at me past her tits and between her spread knees as if this were the most natural position in the world for her.
"Sort of. Doctor's orders."
"Uh huh. So your doctor ordered you to come to the rec center and have a heart attack?"
"No. Just lose fifteen pounds." I answered.
She smiled down at me. "Just between you and me, if you keep doing what you're doing you're going to end up carried out of here on a stretcher."
"What'd you mean?" I asked curiously.
"Even from across the pool I can tell you're overexerting. Your heart has to be pounding almost out of your chest, and it's obviously not used to the levels of exertion you're giving it."
"I didn't know there was a wrong way to exercise." I answered back, feeling a bit irritated at her 'I know better than you' attitude.
She looked down at me for several long silent moments. "Tell you what. My client didn't show tonight, and as a new member you're entitled to a free trainer consultation. What say we make this your consult? I'm Lynn, one of the personal trainers here. I usually only take women clients, but in your case, I'm going to help you out before you kill yourself. You're overexerting. Your body isn't ready for what you're trying to do. I can see it in your face and body language. Now. If you want I can help you figure out what your body IS ready for, or I can leave you alone and you can swim yourself half to death and not get done what you want. So what do you say?"
I looked up at her, feeling a bit sheepish about being irritated. She clearly DID know better than me. "Okay," I said with a soft sigh.
"So what do I call you, besides tired old man?" she asked with a crooked little grin.
"Adam. Adam Killian."
"Well Adam Killian," she said as she shifted her position and easily levered herself over the edge of the pool and into the water next to me with surprisingly little splash. She reached out for my hand and held it in one hand while she laid her fingers across my wrist. "How about we see how you're doing." She said as she stood and held my wrist. "Yeah. About what I figured. You're way over one forty, maybe as high as one sixty, and you've already been resting. That's too high, both for your body makeup and for weight loss. We want it higher, as high as one forty, but we want to hold it at that for a whole twenty minutes. And we want to do that three times a week. Now, your lap swimming is something that's obviously too much for your body at this point. We need to tone down what you're doing. Come with me," she said, pulling me by the hand toward the stairs on the other side of the lap swim area. She drew me along until we were to the stairs. "Walk about half way up and stop for me."
I paused and started to protest, "You sure..."
"Go ahead. I need to see your body size out of the water." She said with a smile.
I opened my mouth to protest and then closed it again. With a shrug and walked up the stairs about half way, stopping when the water was about to my knees and turned around to face her, my suit tented out considerably more than I was comfortable with. "Sorry," I mumbled quietly.
"No problem," she said with a tiny smile, "I can see why the doctor wants you to drop a few pounds. You look in pretty good shape except around the middle. A little middle age spread. We can work on that. Your chest and legs look strong enough. You must be relatively active?"
"Pretty much. Lots of outdoor stuff."
"That's good for you too. Walking is good exercise, but you have to walk fast enough to get your heart rate up. With your long legs that's going to be fairly fast," she said as she started up the stairs next to me. She walked past and up all the way out of the pool. I stepped down into the water again to cover my half hard cock pushing out the front of my trunks and then turned to watch her. Her butt stuck out at me as she bent over to open a cabinet against the wall. The multi-shade blue material pulled tightly across her obviously firm ass and her pussy pushed at me between her legs, the material pulling a slight cleft between her lips that made my cock immediately start to react again.
She stood after several seconds and turned to face me, holding two blue kick boards. She walked back toward me, her tits bouncing slightly in the suit like they had as she walked around the pool. She stepped down the stairs, walking straight toward me, bringing her pussy to my eye level for a few fractions of a second, making my cock get even harder as my mind went places it really wasn't supposed to be going.
"So, come with me," she said as she stepped down into the water, nearly up to her breasts, and started walking toward the swim lanes again. I followed behind, dunking myself momentarily, as she had, to go under one of the lane marker lines. "So. Let's you and me take a leisurely paddle down the lane," she said, holding a board out for me. "You set the pace, but this isn't a race. We just want to get to the other end."
"Sure," I answered with a shrug, taking the kick board from her. She showed me how to hold the board and then we kicked off, working down the lane as we kicked our legs to propel us, the boards keeping our chest and head above water. "There," I said a bit breathlessly as we reached the other end fifty meters away.
"That was leisurely?" she asked, shaking her head slightly. "Okay. We'll rest a moment and on the way back I'll set the pace."
"Sure. If you want," I said as I held the wall to keep myself above the water. She moved closer to me and reached out for my neck, resting her fingers on me to measure my pulse, her body resting against the wall like mine with her chest only a foot or so from me.
"Your heart is still pounding like crazy. You look like you're in better shape than what your heartrate is telling me."
"I think I'm in okay shape, but I'm not ever going to be a marathon runner," I answered between breaths.
"Yeah. You could be if you worked at it, but somehow I don't think that's quite the right path for you," she said as she pulled her hand back. "Come on. Let's walk back around. Can you lift out here or do you need the ladder?"
