Swimming for Love

I'd just graduated high school and was ready to head off to college, but there was a whole summer to get through before that. Most 19-year-olds might've been focused on hanging out with friends or spending their last summer before officially entering adulthood working at some fast-food place, but not me. I didn't really need the extra money from a summer job, and I didn't have any friends to speak of.

Most of my high school years had been spent hiding from the world, just trying to get by my classes and holding out hope that things would change when I went off to school on the other side of the country. I always knew I'd be going to college somewhere on the west coast, and it wasn't really surprising when I got accepted into Stanford in the middle of my senior year. The only thing to do after graduation was wait.

Well, wait and get ready for college girls.

I'd never really been good with girls through high school, but I planned on changing that as soon as I set foot on campus. A lot of the problem stemmed from self-esteem issues, but it didn't really help that my parents were incredibly strict. I'd always had an 8 PM curfew, though it didn't matter much since I never went anywhere, and they kept a close eye on who I talked to when I did have the occasional message from a classmate about a project or some other assignment.

But I knew leaving home meant I'd have more freedom.

Besides that, I'd never really been in shape and the glasses I wore felt like a barrier between me and any potential girlfriends. I was intent on changing that though, starting at the beginning of my senior year. I'd been working out for months in my room, and I planned to ditch the glasses for contacts as soon as I could after getting to California.

In the meantime, I planned to spend the last summer at home refining what had become a light six pack and getting out of the apartment any chance I got. And I decided the best way to accomplish both feats at once would be spending time at the pool in our complex.

I'd learned to swim at a young age, and it was probably the only thing I was really good at. I'd not really been to the pool in a couple of years though, so it was one of my priorities that summer.

The first couple of weeks flew by, and I found the water a lot more crowded than I'd hoped. Families enjoying their time in the sun made it almost impossible to get much room to swim and I was starting to think I'd never get a moment of peace. By the end of June, however, things had quieted down as people left for summer vacations and I finally got a few days basically to myself.

It was on one of those days when I met the woman who would change my life.

I'd been doing laps for about half an hour, enjoying the tranquility and peace of a summer evening, when I heard the gate to the pool open and close. Looking over, assuming I was going to see some parents bringing their kids down to cool off, I was surprised to see a beautiful woman I'd never seen there before walking to one of the lounge chairs.

My heart skipped a beat and my eyes went straight to what I assumed were at least D-cup breasts being barely contained by her top. As I took in the sight, I realized my groin was starting to strain in my swim trunks and I had to pull myself back together before things got too out of hand.

As she laid down in the sun I went back to making my laps, but I couldn't resist the occasional glance as I swam back and forth. I was hard as a brick and I knew there was no way I'd be able to get out of the pool without drawing more attention than I really wanted. I was finally starting to refocus on my workout when she sat up and started making her way into the water.

As if seeing me for the first time, she smiled and waved from the other side of the pool before diving in. It was only then that I noticed she had to be at least as old as my mother, though she was in much better shape. As she resurfaced, she looked over at me.

"Hey, I don't think I've seen you down here before," she said.

"I only started coming this summer, and I usually come a lot earlier in the day."

"That explains it. I work during the day, so this is the only chance I have to relax. I'm Amy," she smiled in the most wonderful way as she spoke.

"I'm Kyle." I could feel my face turning red as I realized the bulge in my trunks hadn't gotten any smaller.

I started to feel a little more at ease as we talked, discussing life in the apartment complex and about how I was going off to school that fall. She told me about how her husband had left her and how she was planning to move somewhere far away and start over as soon as she saved up enough money. It was the longest conversation I'd had with a woman other than my mother in my entire life.

The sun had started to go down when I decided to get out of the pool and check the time. My curfew had been lifted for the summer, but I still didn't want to stay out too late. It was only as I was climbing back in that I noticed her staring at me with a smile.

"Is that bulge always there?" she asked with a giggle.

I didn't know what to say, and I felt like I was going to melt away in embarrassment. Swimming over, she grabbed my hand before I could swim away.

"It's alright, I'm flattered that I could get that kind of response. My asshole of a husband stopped looking at me in that way years ago."

The air around us was tense as I looked for the right words. She seemed to be contemplating something for a moment. Before I knew what was happening, her lips were pressed against mine and her body was leaning into me. Her legs wrapped around my waist as we embraced and kissed, and I felt a high like I'd never been on.

Her tongue pressed into my mouth, and my mind raced with excitement. My dick was straining even harder against my shorts, especially as her hips ground against mine. I knew an orgasm was building, I'd masturbated enough to recognize the intense feeling, but I couldn't stop it. As her pussy pressed against me harder and harder I started exploding.

She knew what was happening, and she just pulled back from the kiss and smiled as it did. I'd never felt anything so intense. It was over in a matter of seconds, but we were far from done.

She grabbed my hand and led me out of the pool. The wet swim trunks made it impossible to tell what had just happened. We grabbed our towels and she led me out of the pool area and back to her apartment.

I didn't know what to expect, but the first place she led me was her shower. The warm water felt good, and it was only a matter of moments before my dick was hard once more. The shower didn't take long, and the next thing I knew I was laying in her bed.

Without a word, she stuck my penis in her mouth and started giving me the best blowjob I've had, even to this day. Her warm mouth moved all around my shaft, pulling away only occasionally to lick up and down.

Shifting her body around, she swung one of her legs over my head, planting her pussy right on my face as she sucked me. I had no idea what I was doing, but I started licking and sucking on her as she thrust her hips up and down. I must've been doing something right because she started moaning and pushing even harder.

It was only a matter of minutes and I was already starting to feel another orgasm building. I assume she was feeling just as good because she moaned even louder. I started cumming in her mouth and without warning she started cumming on me, her hot juices flowing out into my mouth and all over my face.

After what seemed like several minutes, I felt her body relax on top of me. She let out another soft moan as my now soft dick fell out of her mouth. She rolled off me, lying next to me for several minutes before getting up to clean off. We took another shower and she kissed me passionately again before I left to go home.

It was the best evening of my life to that point, but little did I know how much better it would get the next time I went swimming.