She took her 4-year-old to swimming lessons at the Recreo Club in Rio three days a week. There were a couple of other young mothers and several nannies there to attend to the kids. They chatted casually but all were focused on their charges, so it wasn't a regular social group. One thing they all shared was an admiration for the young lifeguard and instructor who was training the kids. He was a trim young black man with an easy manner and an engaging smile. She didn't really pay much attention to him, except when he was handling her child. One Monday she saw her kid struggling and the instructor was tending to someone else so she dove in and stroked submerged across a couple of lanes, breaking the surface next to her boy, her arms extended to support him. She felt contact with another hand and opened her eyes to see the instructor smiling reassuringly as he stabilized the child and made sure he was breathing ok. She smiled back, her dark curly hair springing up to frame her face, water running down her cheeks, over her full lips, and off her chin. She blinked her dark brown eyes to clear them. She was very pretty.
"Sorry." She said. "I thought you may not have noticed him."
"I notice everything," he assured her with a confident grin. His English was very good. "Trust me" he said. He was strong and very fit and she suddenly felt safe in his presence.
She blushed, partly embarrassed for being an overanxious mother, and also because she felt a strange tightening in her stomach. She turned and swam to the edge of the pool, feeling self-conscious as she climbed the ladder, knowing he was watching her. She adjusted her bikini to cover what she could of her ass and made sure her ample tits were contained in the top piece. She settled into a deck chair and looked up to see him staring at her. She put her sunglasses on and smiled, as if at random but he knew it was for him.
He approached her after the lesson to make small talk and get a better look. She tightened her overwrap, covering her stomach and hips but making no effort to conceal her breasts, which threatened to spill out of the bikini top. Her hair had fluffed out as it dried, and her skin glowed under the tanning oil. Damn, but she was pretty. She knew she looked good and that was reflected in his eyes. He was handsome too, and he knew it. She felt kind of vulnerable and clung to her little boy's hand as if it were a life preserver.
"See you tomorrow," he said.
"Wednesday" she replied, smiling.
He watched her as she walked away. She felt his eyes on her back and enjoyed it.
She showed up a little late on Wednesday. It was intentional, and she hoped that he had been waiting for her. She wore her best bikini, and like all Brazilian models, there wasn't much to it. It was no more revealing that the other, but this one pushed her breasts up a bit more and the colors complemented her skin tone. He was out on the deck doing warm-ups with the kids. He was wearing a white Speedo "banana hammock." The nannies clustered around the shallow end giggled and commented on the size of his banana. She wasn't into size, as long as it wasn't small, but she noted that he was quite well endowed. Of more interest was that the white sling shot made a nice contrast to his mahogany skin. She had never had a black lover and she was intrigued, just from an esthetic point of view. OK, he was hot, and black was definitely interesting, but she suppressed the thought.
When the lesson started, she got in the pool. She swam along with the kids, showing them how to float and helping with the dog paddles. It was all innocent and healthy and normal. Then at one point she was helping her child to float and he was on the other side of the boy, facing her, then he moved around to stand beside her as if to assist, and reached out under the water and placed his hand on her back to steady her, not caressing, but just making contact. She looked at him and didn't move or respond. Just stood there until he dropped it and moved away. Again, she felt a tightness in her stomach and an involuntary pulse in her groin. She stayed until the end of the exercise and then got out of the pool. She climbed the ladder slowly, letting the water run off the dual moons of her ass before rising onto the deck. She laid down on a recliner and watched him conduct the elementary swimming class. He frequently looked her way and she pretended to ignore him.
After the lesson she joined the other mothers and kids for the play time. They all frolicked and splashed in the pool, and he engaged with all the parents, but paid her particular attention. They chatted about the class and other features of the club; the yoga and dance classes, and the restaurant and bar. He asked if she could join him for a drink after, and she told him she would have to take a rain check, as her husband was away on business, and she had to take care of the child. He said "OK, maybe another time then." She smiled noncommittally, satisfied that she had conveyed three key pieces of information: she was married, her husband was out of town, and she would consider a social encounter.
She wore her regular bikini on Friday. It was still skimpy, and she still filled it out nicely, but it wasn't quite as flash as the other one. She figured she had already scored her points and he confirmed that when he strolled over to greet her. He was all cordial and professional, and she was studiously non-flirty, but there was a tension in the air and they both felt it. She dropped her wrap on a lounge chair, adjusted the scanty bits of her swim gear to make sure she was covered, and joined the kids in the pool. The session was largely a play day with lots of bobbing and splashing and launching of little bodies onto floating mats.
She was pushing her boy in an inflated rubber ring and got in a little too deep, bouncing on the bottom, bobbing, and treading water, trying to control the float with her son. He swam over to help, gripping her around the waist to stabilize her, then drawing her back toward the shallow end where she could touch the bottom. She steadied herself, arms wrapped around the float. He stood behind her, his hands still on her hips, and made subtle incidental contact with her butt. She didn't move, breathing deeply, and sensing the lump in his Speedo. She broke the trance and pushed the float ring toward the shallow end. She said "obrigado" and swam away with butterflies in her stomach.
After the lesson he invited the kids to ice cream, as it was the last class of the season. Again, he chatted with all the mothers and nannies, and again he paid special attention to her. He told her he got off early and asked if she could come back in a couple of hours to join him for a drink. He's making a play, she thought, and wondered if she should engage.
