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I should have learned how to swim earlier. I had at all times been afraid of the water. I was a timid child and I grew up to be a timid adult. Now I looking to change that. I’m looking to face my fears and discover the courage that’s been deep inside of me all along… at lest I hope it’s somewhere in there. I signed up for private swim lessons. I mean, I’ve got to begin somewhere, right? Yeah, they looked at me funny, a 35 year old man signing up for swim lesson. The women at the front desk had a particular attitude about it, “You mean for your kid, right? Your son or daughter?” she scoffed in disbelief. “No, no, it’s for me,” I answered shyly, embarrassed yet determined. Determined to face my fears and learn to swim… I hope. She rolled her eyes at me an took my money. I was signed up for Monday at 5 pm. Miss Abby Walker was my instructor, hopefully she can help me discover my courage.
I show up 15 minutes early for my lesson. I quickly get changed in the locker room into my new, blue swim trunks. I grab my beach towel with a turtle printed across it and start to walk out to the pool. The aroma of chlorine and sounds of splashes hit my senses before I even open the door. I’m actually excited. I’m excited to learn how to swim, to conquer my fear, until I open the door. Then it all comes crashing down. Bright blue light reflecting off of the water hurts my eyes. Kids running and screaming and splashing. Jumping into the pool, in and out. A life guard blows a whistle. And I lose it. It’s like I’m a kid again, and that water is deep and scary. I feel the world closing in around me like water. I’m drowning in my own mind. I sink against a wall, falling down into the depths of panic. I don’t know how long I’m trapped like this before she comes and rescues me. “Are you Danny?” I hear a voice from above me, a voice the pulls me out of my panic and back ashore of reality.
“Ye..yes,” I answer as I look up and discover an angle. “I’m Danny,” I say as I look up at this beautiful woman in front of me. She’s shorter than me, but towering over me now as I’m slumped on the floor. I notice her long blonde hairs is dripping on me as she leans over me. She is soaked and dripping in water, she must have been in the pool when she saw me go full panic mode. Two gold earrings sparkle in the light, along with a big bright smile. I notice she is wearing a rather form fitting blue swimsuit that can barely contain her breast and does nothing to contain her ass, I soon learn. I think I’m in love, but no, I’m not here for love. I’m here to learn to swim. “I’m Abby,” she says and I notice a slight southern drawl in her voice, not something you hear much of around here. “I’ll be your swim instructor. I have to be honest, I’ve never taught an adult before. So we are both doing something new today. Now let’s get in the water and begin our lesson, shall we?” She saids as she reaches out her hand to me. I nod and accept her hand. We walk over towards the edge of the pool and she jumps right in. “Come on, jump in,” she encourages me, “the water feels fine. This is the shallow end. You’ll be able to stand here without any problem.” I’m nervous but I nod. Her voice is so soothing, her sirens song draws me in. I jump and immediately regret it all. The cold water hits my skin and my body starts to go into shock. I gasps for air, but I slip in the pool and suck in water and start to cough. My arms are flailing about as I grasp for the edge, but can’t discover it because my eyes are closed tight. Finally Abby grabs my hand and guides it to the wall. “It’s alright, you’re safe, I’m here with you,” she tells me in a comforting voice and I start to calm down. I open my eyes and notice everyone is staring at me. This must have been quite a scene. “Alright, we’ll we’ve made it to step one,” she tells me, “we’re in the pool. That really is the hard part. Think of all of the challenges you’ve had to face to make it here. I’m sure it’s not easy doing this as an adult, but here you are. You’ve made it in the pool. Now all we have to do is learn how to swim.” I smile and nod. Her voice gentle, yet commanding. I’ve just met Abby, but she already has my full trust. I would gladly follow her into battle.
She teaches me the basics. She shows me how to cup my hands, how to move my arms, and how to to kick my legs. She even gets me to dunk my head under the water, although that was another fiasco. But I did it. I did everything she asked of me. She touched my arms and legs as she taught me to do the movements. She pressed her body against as she taught me how to hold my arms. Finally she had me lay flat, on my stomach in her arms. She told me to stroke with my arms and kick with my feet as she guided me down the swim lane. She was holding me up with one hand on my chest and the other on my stomach, but then I felt one hand slide lower. I wondered I’d was innocent at first, she just needed to rebalance my weight, but soon her hand found its target. Her hand wrapped around my torpedo, and squeezed tight. I paused, froze actually, unsure what to do next. “Keep swimming,” she told me, so I listened and continued to stroke as she continued to stroked me.

As we reached the end on the swim lane she set me down and I stood there in awe. “You’re starting to get the hang of it,” she said, “but your going to need a lot more practice. Take your swim shorts off.” “What?” I asked in shock, and looked around. The pool was now empty. Just the two of us remained, even the lifeguard had left. How long have we been here? “Take your swim shorts off,” she repeated and I obliged. I slid off my trunks and placed them on the edge behind me with a wet thunk. I stood in the pool naked and she examined my body. I’m tall and thin with just a touch of muscle tone. Her fingers glide across my wet skin as she circles my body, looking me up and down, the water distorting the view as it ripples with our movements. She stands directly in front of me and wraps her hand around my member. She squeezes it and begins to stroke. “Get hard for me,” she commands. And I must obey. She seems delighted as my cock grows and stiffens in her hand. It grows significantly, I was in the pool after all, and soon she has both hands wrapped around my cock. She is stoking faster and faster. Her eyes move between my face and the number she is doing on my member. I can’t help myself as I let out a small moan, it all feels amazing. She smiles and runs he hand down my cheek, my neck, my chest. I feel myself in a trance, lost in the absolute pleasure of it all. Is this right? I don’t care. The world is only me and her, right here, right now, in this pool. “Now cum for me,” she commands and I can’t refuse. My entire body stiffens, I feel myself on the edge as she strokes me over and over again and then I cum. I cum hard. My cock spasm, my muscles contract, I let out a grunt, and I ejaculate into the pool over and over again. You can see the streams of my cum quickly dissipate into the depths of the pool water. Once I was done, Abby let’s go of my cock, kisses me on the cheek and says, “Now that was something new. Next lesson is on Wednesday at 5 o’clock.” She then gets out of the pool in one smooth motion and walks into the ladies’ locker room. After I recover form a moment of shock, and I really can’t believe what just happened, I collect my swimsuit and wrap my towel with the turtle print around me and go into the men’s locker room. I turn on the hot water in the shower and stand under it for what feels like hours. My mind won’t stop racing, it won’t stop trying to comprehend what just happened when I realized that I had been swimming. Not on my own, but I was swimming, and that is a great accomplishment, at least for me. Maybe, I wondered, I did discover my courage after all, but it wasn’t deep inside me. My courage was in Abby Walker. Now what is gonna happen in the next lesson?

NSFW: yes

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