Advanced Swimming Lessons

He caught her staring when he suddenly turned and spoke quietly to her.

"Rachel, he's got a really good kick but needs to use his arms better. Come down here on the steps and give me a hand. I want to try something."

Rachel didn't mind for getting in the water didn't bother her. It was just when it got over her waist that the panic started. She moved over and at his directions sat on the very top step that was dry. Both her feet were on the next step down and submerged in water.

"I want you to put his feet between your legs and hold them still."

It was very awkward position but she responded to his directions. Not only did she need to spread her legs considerably in order to place Jason's feet where Doc wanted them but also had to lean over to hold them. Doc placed a small flotation under the boy in order to relieve the stress so that he could coach him for an extended period.

But in a very short time it was all working. Jason was being held afloat by the device and she held him in place as he slowly worked his arms under Doc's guidance.

It was about two minutes into the drill when she realized that Jason was actually getting nothing more than a passing notice from Doc. Instead, all of his attention was on her. Without looking at herself, her face went red as she developed a picture of what was drawing his attention.

She was bent well over, presenting him with an unobstructed view of two milky white breast barely contained in a lacy demi bra that did little for support and allowed her nipples to peek out over the transparent lace. The fact that it was black made the paleness of her globes stand out even more.

Her pale skin was due one part to her phobia of pools and the beach. The other was her natural appearance. As a natural redhead her paleness was only punctuated with a few obvious freckles and a few more in places seen only by her husband.

On the few times that she had been coaxed into getting some sun, not only had she burned but the freckles had become very pronounced and was much more obvious than normal.

But that wasn't the most prominent feature about her. What always caught anybody's attention for good, including Doc's, was the massive but silky thatch of dark red hair between her legs.

And, at the moment, that was exactly where Doc's attention was focused. With her knees up high and being bent over, she was spread wide open. Although he was giving quick glances to her breast spilling out, he was openly staring straight up the gaping right leg of her shorts.

His attention was focused so much on it he didn't even bother to see if she was watching him. She couldn't help but notice, even though she tried to keep her head slightly turned away.

She really didn't want to come face to face with him as he intensely ogled her, especially since she could easily envision what he was seeing and couldn't change her position at all without making a fuss or admitting her knowledge of the situation. She quickly thought of the events of the still young day that had put her in such a fix.

It had been a little bit of a strange morning at home. As she was getting dressed, Darren had walked past a basket of clean laundry and flipped a pair of shorts to her, indicating without speaking that she should wear them. Unlike most husbands, he quite often suggested certain outfits for her to wear.

And there was certainly nothing unusual about these. Brown, very thin cloth with extremely loose legs, she had worn them to the point that they were starting to be rather bare. They were very comfortable but she normally wore them only around the house because they were so short that they often exposed the cheeks of her ass when she moved about.

What did catch her a little by surprise happened in the kitchen. As they were trying to get out of the house, him to work and her to swimming lessons, Darren glanced into Jason's room to make sure he was fully engrossed with cartoons before approaching her behind the kitchen counter.

While constantly glancing in the direction of the child he deftly removed her shorts and, ignoring her quiet protest, slipped her panties off.

The whole thing only took five minutes but that was enough. His hand went between her legs and the knowing fingers quickly found their target. Maybe she would have been okay if he hadn't started with the thumb. That knowing, experienced, magnificent thumb!

She didn't know what it was about it. She loved their sex when he was inside her and exploded at the touch of his tongue. But what could get her off in an instant was that thumb plunging deep and hooking around inside her.

Within seconds she was moving up and down on weakened legs as he controlled her body, then started whispering to her to take over her mind.

"No panties today." It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. She had been there many times before and knew it was just one of those times. Besides, she was weak from his thumb and had no strength to disagree.

With one last glance checking for any interference, he rammed his chosen thumb deep and fast into her and found her mouth with his. As he expected, she came fast and hard, burying her moans in his mouth.

Giving her little time to complete it, he reached down and picked up both her panties and shorts and led her quickly into the laundry room and closed the door.

There was no hesitation, no gentleness as he leaned her over the washer and pounded her from behind, not even bothering to lower his pants. He knew he had to leave and was fulfilling a need as quickly as he could. Just as she was building high again he exploded, pulling out as he did and spraying her entire crotch as he came.

"Don't clean up. I like when you're crusty down there when I come home." And out the door he went with her panties in his hand. Hastened by the sound of a child moving around and the need to get out of the house in a hurry, she carelessly pulled the shorts back on and went on her way.

She couldn't slow down to give much thought about her drenched pussy that was still on fire from his pounding.

And then there was that other little problem. When the girls in her past had chided her about "Is there a pussy anywhere there" little did she or any of them know the actual situation.

For all the pubic hair, after she had been fucked she always opened up wide for hours, the red silk giving way to gaping labia that she felt sure allowed a glimpse of her swollen clitoris. Combine that with both her and Darren's semen seeping out of her wet channel and it was a sight.

And she knew that was exactly what Doc could see when looking up the wide-open leg of her shorts. She wasn't sure where the little wave came, that fleeting sensation that went through her. It started from her red face and uninvitingly passed down through her torso and ended with a very distinct tingle between her legs.

Maybe it was her situation, maybe it was "leftovers" from Darren's raid on her that morning, or maybe it was just the fact that Doc was a damned attractive man that was showing her one hell of a lot of attention.

In any case, the tingling intensified rather than subsided. Especially when she looked down into the shallow water and could see the head of a very hard cock forcing it's way out of the top of his trunks. Her eyes widened at the size of it.

"My God," she thought. "He's actually getting bigger as I watch." Alicia had bragged number of times about the size of it and even Darren had acknowledged it but she never believed such stuff.

She believed it now!

When she looked back up she was startled. He was looking straight at her face and worse still, following the direction of her stare. He knew she was looking at his cock and, by the expression on his face, was quite pleased with her reaction to the sight.

When he spoke, thank goodness it was off the subject.

"Rachel, why don't you come over by yourself sometime and let me give you a swimming lesson. There are special techniques and approaches we use for people like yourself."

"Oh, I couldn't do that."

"Why not. If not for yourself, do it for Jason. As much as he enjoys the water you need to, at the least, not be afraid of it. Hell, I think I can teach you to swim in no time."

She wavered. He was right and she knew it.

"Give me this. Give me one lesson for just thirty minutes. We'll see how it goes from there. Just the two of us."

He was almost pleading to her. She had no idea how important this was to a grand scheme that had been planned for months.

She hesitated, and then gave the answer he so hoped for.

"Okay," she laughed softly. "Just remember how I am out there." She pointed to the water.

He almost laughed with relief. Round one was over. His mouth went from being dry to having the distinct taste of a pussy in it.

What she couldn't have known was that there wasn't anything coincidental or spontaneous about the events of the morning. The morning delight, the choice of attire, the awkward position exposing her charms. All of it was the result of many hours of precise planning between two friends.

For one, a longtime dream. For the other, bad luck. But, over the past few weeks Darren was starting to slowly warm up to the situation his "bad luck' had dealt him.

As soon as she and Jason had left Doc went inside and picked up the phone.

There was an anxious and nervous Darren who received the call he was waiting for and knew was coming, one way or the over.

"How'd it go?" he asked nervously. He wasn't too sure what he actually wanted to hear from Doc.

Doc's reply was slow coming, as if he were teasing him. When he spoke it was softly and totally without any jubilation. Just very tactfully.

"Very well. She spread her legs wide open for me and she got an eyeful of me."

"What about the lesson?" That was the real thing and he cringed as he waited for the reply.

"Eight tomorrow night."

"And, hey! You know what I want her to wear. Deal's a deal, right?"

"Right," Darren said slowly.

They hung up, neither having any more to say.

The bait was set.

And Darren couldn't explain to himself why he was so hard. He wondered how Rachel had reacted to the morning's event. Surely she couldn't have missed Doc's attention to her and evidently she hadn't exactly ignored him, either.

He got his answer within an hour.

Rachel walked in unannounced and asked Emily to hold Darren's calls. She walked into his office, quietly closed and locked the doors, then pushed him away from his desk.

She still had on those short, faded brown shorts. She didn't even bother to take them off or, for that matter, to even speak.

Instead, she straddled him, unzipped his pants and pulled out a cock that was already hard. She looked straight in his eyes and said, "Excuse me. If this isn't being used..." and paused as she pulled her shorts to one side.

Slowly, so slowly he thought she was teasing him, she lowered herself on him. As often as he had seen her wet, the slush between her legs still surprised him.

It must have been a record. He hardly had time to slip her bra up off her breasts when he felt her coming. A huge, rolling orgasm ripped through her, dragging his along in the process.

Then, very nonchalantly and with a coy smile, she walked out.

She looked back and waved.

"Thanks, " she said. "I needed that! Really, really badly"

Darren sucked in his breath real hard. Had Doc caused all this?

She had obviously taken the bait. And how!

SPLASH

Rachel kept her promise and so did Doc. The day after Jason's lesson and "the invitation" she arrived at Doc's house right after Darren had gotten home. And, she had to admit, he really was good at what he did.

With Alicia coming out every now and then to give little words of encouragement he managed to at least get her up to her waist and take a few strokes. And, her nerves buoyed by his presence and the air filled mat she was floating on, he got her to at least float in the six feet section.

She wasn't to the point of just diving in or any such thing, but at least the apprehension was slowly disappearing.

And she felt comfortable in wearing a halter top and some old shorts. At least she didn't have to worry about that.

Nevertheless, it never left her mind that Doc was extremely attentive to her body, not missing a chance to touch or caress her at any opportunity. It wasn't like she was totally appalled by it. There were times it was very comforting if not a little erotic and there never seemed to be a time that that massive cock of his wasn't hard. It was obvious through the clear water.

What did bother her a little was the way Alicia reacted when she was watching them. A hand slowly moving up and down her leg, a little touch between her legs when she thought she wasn't being watched. She definitely seemed to find interest in all of it.

But tonight was different.

It was Saturday night about ten. It was totally dark in the pool because the pool lights were not on for some reason. Rachel stood on the side of the pool, her feet inches from the top step.

"Hey, you've got to give it a shot," Doc encouraged. "We've already been through that!"

She had been standing there for at least five minutes, trading idle chatter as she inwardly gave thought to what was about to occur.

She knew that Doc knew little of the reason for her hesitation. It wasn't the water she was afraid of at the moment. It was taking off the long tee shirt that covered her.

Finally, she lifted it off. With a red face, she stared straight at Doc to see his reaction.

It was quick and very approving. His cock lurched as he took in the view. So much that even she noticed it. Her face turned even redder but she couldn't explain the quick tingle that slide down her spine.

Rachel stood above him in a very tiny, almost vulgar white string bikini that was sure to become transparent as soon as it became wet.

And, of course, there were tufts of red hair already creeping out from her crotch even though she had fought hard to keep them controlled.

When Darren had handed her the suit earlier she had exploded.

"Do you really expect me to wear this over there in front of Alicia and Doc?"

She had no idea that Doc had carefully picked it out and coaxed Darren to try to get her in it. Darren had been reluctant, saying it wouldn't fly, but was all part of "the deal."

Doc was calm and professional. He held his hand out and coaxed her.

"Come on in. The water's wet!" he laughed.

It worked. She quickly forgot about any fears and descended quickly into the dark water.

"Where's Alicia?" she said as she looked around.

"Out clubbing with some of her slut friends. You know how she is." He laughed it off and she took it as a joke. He actually wasn't kidding. He had thrown her out of the house even though she had begged to watch them out of a darkened second story window. He told her it was bad luck.

"Oh! I thought she would be here." Rachel couldn't decide how well she liked the idea of being alone with Doc. Especially at this time of night, which she didn't understand. He was a friend, but he was also a man. One who paid obvious attention to her, especially in the recent past.

"Hey, let's get started. I promised Darren his baby sitter back in an hour or so." Doc wanted to move on. His mouth was starting to become dry and the skimpy trunks he was wearing was at least an inch too small at the waist band and his hard kept protruding under the top. He knew she had noticed but had to wait to see if she approved.

There was going to be nothing nilly willy about his approach tonight. He had definite plans, a few with whom he had shared with Darren, but most he held within himself. One thing was for sure. This would be a one shot thing. If it fouled, it would be gone forever.

And he didn't plan on that happening. Tonight was zero hour.

He started her out as usual, just kid stuff in the shallow end. He had her lying on a small rubber raft stomach down but slowly and carefully he was easing her out into the deeper water, the depth made even more sinister by the lack of underwater lighting.

Doc couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her sleek body was covered with water and, as he had predicted, the nothing cloth covering her nipples and pussy had turned almost transparent. He could see the paleness of her skin through it, even in the poor lighting.

As they moved, he quit maneuvering her by moving the mat she was lying on. Instead, he gently placed his hands on her leg and waist, spinning her around and moving her as he wished. Both of them knew she wasn't going to leave the little raft out there. Instead, it was just an exercise to try to remove the fear of the water.

Doc sucked in his breath. "Here we go," he thought.

His hand moved slightly up her leg above her knee and this time he didn't remove it.

Rachel felt it immediately and her eyes opened wide. Where was this going?

Slowly, ever so slightly, the touching continued as he gave her little compliments.

"Rachel, you're doing really well. I know it doesn't seem like it but you're really progressing."

It was all part of his scheme. Relax her, make her feel good not with just his hands but with his words as well. Somehow, he needed her to be receptive to anything he did.

And Rachel wasn't lying to herself and pretending it didn't affect her. The little tingle that slid down her spine was unmistakable. Even though Darren showed her lots of attention, especially lately, her senses seemed to be heightened by Doc's touch. She laughed inwardly.

"Maybe it is in response to the constant prodding I get from my husband concerning other men," she mused. "Is this what he had in mind?"

She had no idea how close she was to the truth.

Doc continued his slow aggression for a long time. Every time she moved around on the mat he seemed to be able to just touch her on the leg and that stopped her movement. Each time it was in a position that was becoming more and more favorable to him.

Soon she was lying there wide open, her feet hanging off the mat on either side. Even with the poor lighting the red thatch was visible.

His cock lurched even more and finally, he felt it was time. He started touching her a little more casually, an arm around the waist, a hand on her hip as he moved her about, always speaking softly and giving her reassurance about where she was and the water around her.

It was a slow dawning, but recognition never the less that his touching was becoming a little more than casual. Rachel even noticed a concentrated attempt for him to reach around for a slight brushing of her breast but she chose not to pay a lot of attention to it.

She just made sure she didn't do anything. She still had the water to deal with and it was her primary concern. But it quickly came to the point that his arm was always around her, his hand constantly on her hip.

He never said anything off color or made a gesture that frightened her, just small instructional stuff. Even as concerned as she was, it got to the point where she wasn't too sure she wasn't starting to enjoy his attention.

Doc picked up on it as if she were sitting in a comfortable chair in his office. He moved forward, the gently touching accelerating. It was around the waist at first; just rubbing the lower part of her back, sliding his hand down her hips some, back up the full length of her back, and so on.

It actually felt good to Rachel but she was really starting to wonder where this was going and was preparing herself to stop it somehow. His hands had long since been moving up and down the back of her legs. She was very aware of it but her lack of response led Doc to believe he had achieved that goal without attracting any negative response.