This is my first submission, so all comments are welcome. Good or bad
I would like to thank my editor, BlueStarGrrrl, for making this so much better than I thought it was.
Being an underwater photographer and diving instructor, pays for the bills and is something that I have a true passion for. Well, that and seeing sexy girls in tight clothes gets my gears lubricated.
I had a class early this particular morning, and as usual, I got to the public pool an hour early to test all the equipment, and got everything setup for the class. Before I take my students out to the great big blue, I give them training at this pool, to make sure that they are properly educated and ready to take on what would often be the best experience of their lives.
It was only 09h35 by the time that I finished the setup, and I had another 25 minutes to kill, before class started. Feeling the sun beat down on my shoulders, I knew that I had to be careful with the students today, as too much sun, and I could have a disaster on my hands.
Looking at the thermostat, I could see that the temperature had climbed to 33°C already. Grabbing a bottle of cold water from my cooler bag, I sought out some shade, and sat down on the grass around the pool. Being mid spring, and the weather being hot, the pool was quite busy. Kids running around, splashing each other with water. Moms, and the odd dad, sitting back, reading, just relaxing in the shade.
I love watching people, especially women. And the public pool was the perfect place to observe them in their bikinis. Just Lying around, rubbing themselves with suntan lotion, the occasional nipple slip, or legs opening a little bit too far, showing their engorged pussy lips. We all know that heat and sunlight wreaks havoc with our hormones, and here in this little coastal town of South Africa, it was no different.
I was only expecting two students today, a husband and wife team, which suited me perfectly, as smaller groups tend to learn quicker. I could spend more one on one time with them and teach them the basics before the class was over.
"Hi. You must be Greg?"
I looked over to my left, and was left briefly breathless.
Next to me stood a blond girl, around mid twenties, with amazing features.
Quickly recovering, I got up and extended my hand. Taking my hand, she introduced herself as Sandy.
"Nice meeting you Sandy. Are you guys ready for your lesson today?" I asked, looking around for her husband.
"Yeah. Well I am. My husband is feeling a bit under the weather this morning. Too much shrimp cocktail last night I think. So it will just be me today. He will be joining us next time." She said, as she put down her bag next to mine.
I couldn't help but run my eyes over her tight ass, clad in a pair of hot pants, that she wore over her bikini bottoms.
In my time as instructor, I have dealt with numerous beautiful women, but for some reason, Sandy stood out from the rest of them. She was about 5'8", gorgeous figure, topped off with what I'd guess to be a D-cup pair of tits and muscular legs that seemed to go on forever. Blond hair hanging down to the middle of her back, tied in a ponytail, and a few loose strands of hair, hanging down the side of her face, completed the effect.
"Well I guess it's only the two of us then." I said.
"Let me get you geared up, and we can start."
Sandy turned around, and started removing her pants, and for the second time in less than five minutes, I felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me.
Slowly she hooked her thumbs onto the elastic of her tight pants, and started pulling them down slowly. For me it felt like time slowed down, as I watched them being rolled downwards, revealing the top of her white bikini bottoms.
As she pulled the pants over her ass, I could see that the one side had ridden up a little, showing off a wonderful, meaty ass cheek just made for grabbing.
Hooking a finger into the elastic, she pulled the bottoms into place. She folded her pants, and bent over, giving me another glimpse of the bottoms being pulled tight over her hot ass. She stood up, and started removing her top, with her back still turned to me. This she also folded and put it in her bag. She turned sideways, pulling her hair into a tighter ponytail, and all I could do was stare at her tits.
The bikini was clearly a size or two too small. The small triangles in front, struggled to contain the mountains of flesh.
As she turned towards me, it seemed that they only covered her nipples, and not much else.
"Everything all right Greg?" she asked, with a glint in her eye. "Looks like you've seen something interesting."