Rick had been a swimming teacher now for about 10 years. He'd done a variety of jobs since leaving school, chef (interesting, but unsocial hours), waiter (boring), coffee shop manager (went bust), but he'd really taken to teaching kids to swim. It was truly rewarding watching them progress, some of his kids had been with him for 5 years now, from real toddlers learning not to fear the water, to quite proficient swimmers. More to the point he was actually good at it. The kids loved him and the mothers praised him to their social groups, resulting in yet more business.
He actually worked for a Swim School owned by someone else, but he also owned his own School. It wasn't grand, actually a Swim School was merely a teacher who had paid for the right to use a given pool at a given time, but these slots, particularly the after school slots, were like gold dust. Rick's own School took place in a private school pool on a Friday evening from four until six and he could fit 4 lessons into that, teaching himself, and another 4 by employing another teacher. It was never going to make him rich, but he was not a particularly materialistic person.
Now approaching thirty he was still single, enjoyed his social life, got enough sex so that he was happy and didn't have any particular ties, well apart from having to pay a mortgage! Physically he was pretty fit and even though he did admit it himself, not bad looking.
His current second teacher was Emma, a couple of years younger than himself, attractive with medium sized breasts but a still quite shapely figure. Not that too much of it was exposed for long. It was important to de-sexualise what they wore in the pool. Swimming costumes, particularly for women were designed to look sexy, and it was the norm amongst the female teachers to wear a swimming costume but cover it up with a tee shirt and usually a pair of shorts. Emma tended to teach the weaker swimmers so she was usually poolside rather than in the water. Rick usually took the better swimmers where it was necessary to get in the water with them. As such it could get pretty cold standing in the pool for a couple of hours, so Rick customarily wore a shorty wetsuit, over which he wore a standard pair of swim shorts. Although it looked a little odd it did prevent the bulge of his cock showing through. Readers of an older generation may remember pictures of Linford Christie in his Lycra!
Rick and Emma weren't close friends, indeed they barely saw each other while they were working, but afterwards they tended to get together for a coffee to discuss how the day's teaching had gone, and in particular how Emma's pupils were progressing. She wasn't married, but had a partner with whom she seemed content, Rick had met him, a pleasant enough chap, although not someone Rick took an instant liking to.
The general format of the Friday lesson was that the kids were accompanied by one parent, usually the mother as it was a bit early for most Dads to have finished work. They would see that their child was changed and attired properly in the single sex changing rooms, and then bring their child into the pool where they could watch the lesson, sitting on some pretty uncomfortable plastic chairs. It was only for half an hour so quite bearable. Some parents clearly knew each other well and would chat, one threesome in particular always seemed pretty animated. Once one lesson had finished the next started immediately with another set of parents watching, the first set taking their offspring back to the changing rooms to dry off and change back into outdoor clothes. The changing rooms, were pretty utilitarian, with a small enclosed shower area and a single toilet in each.
It was the second half of the summer term and the weather was getting hotter. Not that it mattered to Rick who worked in the sauna-like atmosphere of the pool anyway, but the clothes the mothers wore were getting skimpier by thy week. Leggings had been replaced by shorts, and jumpers by light tee shirts. Rick couldn't help but admire some of the figures as they sat and watched.
The last class of the day ended and the kids trooped out to change, chattering excitedly. Rick and Emma tidied the pool, putting away the lane markers, collecting the floats and noodles, all the paraphernalia of swimming lessons. They then pulled the cover over the pool to retain heat in the water and finally picked up their own change bags. They both showered afterwards, the smell of chlorine lingering on their skin if they didn't. "Fancy a proper drink tonight Emma, I could murder a lager."
"Sure Rick, shall I meet you at The White Hart or will you wait for me here. I'll try to be as quick as possible."
"I'll wait Ems, I've got some paper work I can be doing so no need to rush."
With that they separated and went into their individual changing rooms. Rick dumped his bag on a bench and pulled out his towel ready. The changing rooms always seemed cold after the heat of the pool and he knew that as soon as he took the wetsuit off it would hit him. He removed his shorts then reached up behind his back and grabbed the strap that connected to the zipper pull, which when pulled up was right below the nape of his neck.
Finding it, he tugged down only for his hand to come away quickly. Looking down he saw that the chlorine had rotted the strap and that it had come apart. This was an occupational hazard with swimming teachers, the chemicals in the water were actually pretty corrosive and over time the seams of swimsuits opened as the stitching and material rotted away.
This was the first time his wetsuit had come apart though. He tried reaching up behind him but his fingers were coming up a good six inches short of being able to grasp the fastener. Reaching around his neck and down wasn't going work either as whilst he could reach the fastener he could not move it downwards at all, the teeth of the zip being far too coarse.
"Bugger!" How was he going to get out of this one? He could actually drive home in his wetsuit, but he didn't really want chlorine smelling water leaking out onto his car seats, and who would help him there? Anyway he really fancied that pint. The only other person around was Emma. He'd just go and discreetly knock on the Ladies' door and get her to unzip him.
Leaving his bag he went back out into the corridor and knocked firmly on the door to the Ladies' changing room, Assuming the layout was the same as the Men's i.e. a screening privacy wall immediately inside the door, he stuck his head in. "Emma?" he called out. There was no response and hearing the sound of the shower running he put his head around the corner. There was steam billowing out from under the shower door. "Emma?" he called louder this time. Still no response. He took a step towards the door. "Emma, are you decent I've got a problem?" The door to the shower opened and there stood Emma, totally naked looking at him, a worried look on her face. He took in her body in a glance, its image searing onto his brain. Pert breasts, with small areola and very pointy nipples. Her waist was trim and her hips were perhaps on the larger side for her small frame. Between her legs was a tiny triangle of pubic hair pointing down to a tight looking slit, with no inner labia apparent. All this took a millisecond before he turned away, embarrassed. Emma shrieked then instinctively covered her breasts with her forearm and her pussy with her other hand.
"Emma, I'm sorry," Rick started as Emma was also trying to speak.
"What's the problem Rick, are you hurt?"
"No, it's nothing like that, I did call out but you obviously didn't hear. All that's happened is that my wetsuit zip is stuck, I can't get it undone."
"Oh, thank God for that. Here, don't be embarrassed we've known each other for too long for that. Just back in here and I'll undo it for you." Rick backed into the shower cubicle, conscious of her nakedness, desperately hoping that the tightness of his wetsuit would hide his erection. She reached up and grasping the fastener pulled down. Rick's body jerked with the pull but the zipper seemed stuck. "Look, you're too tall for me to get any purchase on it, kneel down."
Rick knelt, conscious now that her breasts were somewhere in the vicinity of his ears. Once more he felt her pulling at the zip, and felt it budge an inch, but no further. "It seems to be stuck Rick, you've got the material caught under the fastener, which is why the strap broke. Let me get a better purchase on it."
Rick was suddenly aware that she had moved round to his side and her breasts were now visible right by his face. He could see the rest of her body as well, hot water streaming down it, catching in her neat pubic triangle. With a wrench the zip came free and she slipped on the wet floor falling across the front of Rick's body. Instinctively he caught her, one hand grabbing her breast, the other ending up on her backside.
Looking up at him she laughed, "If you wanted to cop a feel of my tits you only had to ask!" She righted herself, now standing directly in front of him her breasts almost in his face. Looking down into his eyes she reached round for the back of his wetsuit and peeled it away from his shoulders, then stepping back she pulled it off his arms, leaving it pooled round his waist.
Rick stood up. "Thanks Emma, I'm really sorry about all that, I can manage now, I'll leave you in peace."
"It hardly seems fair Rick, you've seen me in all my glory and I've seen next to nothing of you," she put her hand on his chest, "why don't you get rid of the rest of that thing and we'll shower together. It'll save water after all?"
Rick hesitated, then Emma solved the dilemma for him by tugging his wetsuit down over his hips, her tits dangling down from her chest. As she did so his cock sprang up in her face. She dodged it and straightened up, then pushing her breasts together trapped his cock between them. Instinctively Rick pushed up, the head of his cock appearing momentarily out of the top of her cleavage. Rick stumbled out of the remains of his wetsuit and embraced Emma, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing. Rick cupped her buttocks pulling her to him and then lifted her up, pinning her against the wall, Emma's legs encircled his waist and her hand snaked down to his cock and guided it to her pussy. He slid in, buried to the hilt as the water cascaded down upon them.
Desperately Rick pumped in and out of her pussy, she held his head between her hands, their lips still locked. Rick could stand no more, and with a guttural roar he came hard inside her, semen spewing violently against her cervix, coating her insides. Emma threw her head back, a tortured scream coming from her mouth as her pussy muscles closed tight round him.
They stood locked together for a minute as their heart rates slowed, then Rick, still carrying Emma, sat back down on the bench in the shower cubicle, his cock still in her pussy. He looked at her then kissed her tenderly. She hugged him tight, her breasts squashing against his chest. Neither of them quite knew what to say, so suddenly had it all happened.
Emma broke the silence, "Does that mean I get a pay rise?" They both burst into laughter then Rick lifted Emma off him, his shrivelling cock falling out of her pussy, followed by what seemed like a gallon of diluted cum washing down her legs.
"We may need to look at your job description again." Laughing again, they washed themselves down and turned the shower off. Emma grabbed her towel and wrapped it round her. Rick picked his wetsuit up and braced himself for the dash through the cold corridor into the Men's changing room. "See you in 15," he called as he left.
Rick waited anxiously for Emma to emerge. Was she in there bitterly regretting what had happened, how would their working relationship change? Would she even want to work with him again? The door opened and she came out, her hands full with her bags. "Still want that drink?" She asked. Rick nodded, "Come on then, I'll see you there." They walked to their cars in silence then got in and drove off, arriving shortly at the pub, parking side by side in the empty car park. Both got out and as they walked towards the pub Emma took his hand, holding it until they reached the door.
