Nina looked up at the empty doorway, sighed, returned to scrolling on her phone and slouched into the chair at the reception desk. It often happened this way, she thought. A flurry of customers one day, and then totally dead the next.
She glanced outside at the beautiful sunny day. That would explain it, she thought. People always had things to do when the weather was fine, and workers at outdoor sites would be making the most of the weather. It was the rainy days when the studio was at its busiest.
She breathed in deeply and felt calmed by the comforting scent of incense and coconut oil. She felt safe and cocooned in her small massage studio, but she was bored. Working alone had its benefits, but during the slow periods, there was no-one to talk to and the waiting game was driving her crazy.
A visit to the nearly pool - that would do the trick! She loved swimming and the feeling of cool water flowing against her body. It was invigorating and relaxing at the same time. Nina grabbed her day bag, stuffed in one of the towels from the studio, flipped the sign on the door to return in an hour and slipped away.
The pool was only around the corner, and in an instant, Nina had parked, paid, changed into her costume and was standing at the end of the pool trying to choose the lane that was right for her. Lunchtimes could often be busy at the public pool, and today it seemed extra congested.
Nina identified a lane near the middle of the pool that had only one other swimmer. Lanes to the right were filled with learners, and lanes to the left were occupied by dedicated athletes swimming unbelievably fast. Nina identified that the other occupant in in her lane was another woman swimming competently. The stranger was quick, but not too quick, and that was a good sign because a fast swimmer was always adept at avoiding collisions.
The shock of the cold water took her breath away as as she plunged into the pool, but she recovered her senses quickly and commenced her laps. Nina was not a natural swimmer and she performed her own version of the breast stroke. Her actions were slow and steady, but Nina possessed a smooth pull and a strong kick. After a few laps, she had warmed up and was feeling her muscles tiring against the incessant drag of the water. The other woman in the lane had completed twice as many laps in the same time. The pair arrived at the shallow end simultaneously, and stood waist-deep in the cool water.
Nina looked to the quick swimmer. She was wearing a sleek one-piece swimsuit, cut high on the thighs with narrow strip of fabric covering her pussy. The swimsuit neck was high and her chest was completely covered by the spandex, but her breasts were obvious, large and bulbous with pert nipples on display. The woman removed her goggles and cap in one deft manoeuvre, releasing blonde hair that fell on her shoulders as she smiled at Nina.
Nina wore a low-slung black bikini, and she recognised the style was diametrically opposite from a competitive athlete's, and her amateur swimming style made her feel self conscious. Nina looked longingly at the woman's strong body and complimented, "You have a beautiful swimming style. And you are so fast. I wish I could swim like you."
"I'm not so fast," said the stranger humbly. "But I'm getting better with practice."
"I can only do the breast stroke, and not fast at all," replied Nina.
"I saw you swimming," the woman smiled. "Would you like me to help you with your stroke?"
Nina acquiesced and the stranger moved in close to her. She put her hands on Nina's hips and manoeuvred to stand directly behind. Nina felt a tingle through her entire body as the stranger pressed up against her back. She felt the stranger's breasts grind into her shoulder blades as her hands trickled down each side of her neck, onto her shoulders, and then down her arms until the stranger clasped each of her hands in her own.
The woman lifted Nina's arms straight and high into the sky and pressed the palms together. "Hold your arms here," she whispered into Nina's ear and then her fingers gently dragged down Nina's arms, past her armpits and then carried on their journey down her ribs until the stranger's hands rested on the waistband of her swimmers.
"Good," said the stranger. "You must stay streamlined like this. Imagine the water streaming down your body. You have a sexy body."
"It is not as sexy as yours," replied Nina.
The stranger continued delivering instructions and her hands returned to hold each of Nina's.
"Now your arms move like this." She guided Nina's hands in an action that pulled downward in an inverted heart shape, coming together in a prayer position at her chest. "Pull the water strongly as your hands come down. Then return to the outstretched position. This must be done fast." Nina gasped as the stranger thrust her hands skyward once more, much more rapidly than she expected.
The stranger repeated the action once more, slowly this time, and Nina could feel her gentle breath against her ear. "Pull down with force." Their hands hovered over Nina's breasts and she began to feel her nipples grow with arousal. "Then return fast." The stranger repeated once more, and Nina felt the subtle touch of her hands as they brushed her erect nipples and lingered at her breast.
The stranger placed her hands on Nina's hips, but kept her pubis pressed against Nina's ass. "Your turn now." Nina repeated the action several more times, and felt the stranger caressing her hips and pulling herself against Nina. "Good. Much better." The stranger broke away and the women faced each other.
"Thank you. My name is Nina."
"I'm April. You have a nice body Nina. And your arms are so strong! What do you do?"
"I have a massage studio. It's just around the corner from here."
"Ooooh. I love massage!"
