I met my student, Travis by the pier at noon. He's a nice kid and a promising surfer. I always enjoyed working with him. Nothing's more gratifying for a teacher than an eager student who gets it, who seems to understand the lesson and quickly puts it to use. At our last lesson we'd begun working on cutbacks.
Another part of why I enjoyed teaching Travis was that his mom brought him. She would sit on the beach watching us surf wearing one of her collections of sexy bikinis that showed off her sexy MILF body at its finest. Gloria is a remarkably beautiful woman, pretty, intelligent, and possessed of a lilting voice that I found captivating. She was flirtatious in a charming way. I'd harbored fantasies about her but hadn't acted upon them because I didn't want to screw up the relationship with her son.
Travis and I were lined up, straddling our boards when another surfer paddled out.
I looked up, surprised to see Lisa grinning at me and flashing a shaka, "'Howzit, brah?"
"If it isn't Gidget."
"Showin' your age Iceman?"
I grinned back, "You caught me at work."
"Who's the grommie?"
"My star pupil here is Travis. Trav, this is Lisa."
"Hey. Tommy looks like a nice set's comin'"
"Go get it, kiddo."
Travis lined up, paddled hard, and dropped into a nice wave. He did a series of smooth, small cutbacks with good balance and timing.
"Kid's got a good teacher I guess."
"He's easy, a natural. Here comes another, show me what you've got."
Lisa paddled, and dropped into the next wave, catching it perfectly and looking rad with a goofy foot stance.
I watched her appreciatively as she rode the wave way in, kicking out close to the sand, before paddling back out.
I gave Travis a tip about his balance on his cutback technique and Lisa rejoined us.
"Nice ride Travis, you're good."
"Thanks, you too."
For the next hour we caught waves and had a fun time together. Lisa impressed me with her skills on her little stick and Travis really seemed to have a great time doing better cutbacks each time. They seemed to like each other and her way with the kid impressed me. I liked Lisa better the more I got to know her.
When the surf dropped, we all paddled in. Gloria met us as we walked up the beach. She brought a towel and fussed over Travis, wrapping it around his shoulders. Like any boy he tried to ignore the mothering, and tried to push the towel away. Gloria sighed and shot me a 'what do you do with kids?' look.
"You looked great out there, Travis."
He turned away and knelt down next to his stick to scuff the wax with some sand.
"Thank you, Tommy. He gets better every time, don't you think?"
"He's a natural, easy to teach, and a great kid. You should be proud. There's a tournament next month, I think he should enter."
"You think he's ready for that?"
"I do. I'll bring an entry form next week."
"I really appreciate everything you're doing for him."
"My pleasure."
She turned her attention to Lisa who was standing quietly to the side.
"Who's your friend?"
I was amused by the hint of jealousy lurking in her tone.
"Lisa, this is Trav's mom, Gloria. Gloria, my friend, Lisa."
'Nice to meet you. You surf very well."
"Thanks, nice to meet you too."
"Does Tommy teach you?"
"We just met recently, but I've idolized him for years."
"Really?" Goria shot me a curious look, "Idolized, interesting."
"The Iceman is arguably the greatest surfer who ever rode a wave, didn't you know?"
"I can't say that I did," Gloria gave me a reappraising, inquisitive stare. "Iceman, huh?"
I stood there, wishing I could be elsewhere, anywhere else. Travis looked up at the scene between the three of us, puzzled. Gloria looked me up and down, lingering briefly on the bulge in my wettie. It wasn't the first time I'd felt her appraising my package, but it felt different in front of Lisa.
Gloria looked up and smiled seductively, "Thanks, Tommy. I guess we'll see you next week, unless you'd like to join us for dinner tonight. I'm making Mexican."
"That sounds great, but I can't tonight, sorry."
"Maybe another time?"
"I'd like that."
"Thanks, Tommy, catch you next week."
"Nice job today, Travis."
They walked up the beach and Lisa jabbed my ribs.
"That lady wants to eat your burrito, Iceman."
She laughed at my discomfort, and reached out to pat my bulge.
"I wish you'd just call me Tommy, I never really liked that nickname."
"I get really horny when I put my wettie on, feels so sexy, like it fondles me everywhere."
"It looks great on you."
"Thank you, Tommy."
"I've never seen you here on the weekends."
"Doesn't really work well with my schedule."
"How come you're here today then?"
"Hoped I'd see you."
"I enjoyed last night."
"It was amazing."
I was conscious of my log bulging in my wetsuit. Lisa's hand rubbing it said she was too.
"Is there somewhere private we could go?"
"Wanna see my shop?"
"Where you make your boards?"
"Yeah, it's right up the road."
"Hell, yeah, let's go."
When we got to my truck and stowed our sticks, I started to unzip my suit, but she stopped me.
"Leave it on."