My name is Karla and I'm thirty years old and in my second marriage. My new husband David is purchasing a larger sailboat. We intend to do some cruising and he has a lot of free time and we would perhaps go on some lengthy trips.
I had never learned to swim and at my age found myself enrolled in swimming lessons. I'm fine with boats just never learned to swim. The idea is for me to learn at least enough to save myself and the fact I love water helps make it interesting for me.
I was going three times per week to the club where David had a membership that offered afternoon classes and it was sort of nice that most of the people there were ladies. They were almost all much older then me but I knew a lot of them from the various clubs so I was comfortable.
I had bought a couple of semi bikini two piece bathing suits. I modelled them in front of the mirror when I got home and didn't really care for what first hit my eyes. I have long black hair past my shoulders and of course I have the same below and just a little too much of it was poking out around the edges of that narrow strip style of bottom.
I decided to take care of that right away as my lessons started the next day. I went in the shower and let the water run on me as I soaped my tummy and pubic area until the jet black hair was laying down and almost looked like ringlets. I got a good lather with some soft lotion soap that would be easy on my skin.
I took the razor that I use under my arms, clicked a new blade in it and started around the outer edges. I trimmed from the outside in until it was smooth and there was only a strip left. I shaved between my legs all the way along and worked at getting it even. I was left with a trimmed strip that barely even covered the centre part of my private area.
I turned on the water and used the hand held to flush the bits of hair down the drain and then turned the warm spray on me and rinsed myself. I was a bit tender with slight razor burns. My skin is quite soft so I rubbed the area a bit with a skin lotion and it felt better and I rinsed and used my hand to comb it. The shaving and the touching and looking at myself down there in the mirror got to be a bit erotic.
I found myself going to the lotion soap and lathering the area again. I slid my finger between my legs opening the lips gently so I could rub inside my sensitive slit. The warm water sprayed over my body as I lay back and gently moved my finger until the wicked sexy sensation started. I used two fingers with one on each side of the sensitive little hard spot just touching it gently. When I inserted my middle finger between the soft folds I was again reminded how I was still small and tight there almost like when I was young.
I'm very responsive to touching but the best for me has always been what I did myself just like I was doing now. Many times I have done this in bed in the middle of the night and I have done it in the morning when I woke up after a dream. The dream was very often about something I could fantasize that I had never done.
My hips are starting to move and I pressed my fingers a little harder and then it started. It never takes me long before I'm tightening and squeezing my legs together and tossing from side to side. I could now lay back totally relaxed under the warm spray. The wonderful feeling just flowed though me.
I married my high school boyfriend Gary when I was twenty and spent four years in purgatory. I had got to where I never really cared for sex and actually believed at first it was overrated. Sex with him was usually on Saturday nights and didn't really last very long. He was my first lover and we sort of learned together. I had tried a few times to inject interest into our sex life because I felt there had to be more then what I was getting.
I found some books and Gary threw them out . He eventually got mean and at times would hit me. He also got so wrapped up in his religion that he was impossible to live with. I eventually got up the nerve to leave and moved to the west coast and filed for divorce.
My new husband David is much older then me and he was the director of operations and co owner of the company where I worked after I was on my own. We met at a company meeting and he sort of took me under his wing during a bad time and we got along instantly. Our age difference was not a problem.
One night he took me to his hotel room and had sex with me after a company seminar. It was nice and I liked it as he was slow and considerate towards me. He is not a big man but very gentle and caring. I dont know if he considers me some sort of trophy wife but one thing I do know is that I seem to turn heads where ever I go.
I'm not the country club type and the party scenes are almost all something I can do without. My one biggest extravagance that David gave me as a wedding gift is my Mercedes cabriolet convertible and I love it. I keep in shape by running at least a couple of miles each day or more.
I tend to spend a lot of time in our home on the ocean working on some of my art projects and oh yes, we have a rather large swimming pool so the idea of getting to use it for a little more then sitting in the shallow end is also a good idea.
Anyway, I started my lessons and during the first few sessions we worked mostly at getting used to the water.. We did things like putting our faces in and learning to hold our breath properly and then we worked on getting used to opening our eyes under water. We moved on to laying out in the water and learning to float.
I was having a bit of trouble. I was not afraid of the water but the idea or lifting my feet off the bottom was bothering me a bit.. The class was getting ahead of me but that was understandable when you consider some of them knew how to swim a little before they started.
The instructor spent a lot of time with me and gave me a lot of extra coaching. His name was Jason and he was a very athletic and in excellent shape. He was the recreation manager and coached a lot of the different sports at the club along with teaching the adult swimming classes.
He was a tall blonde guy sun tanned and in great shape as well as being very sweet and to say the least very sexy. He gave me a lot of extra special attention. but I really wanted to get ahead and learn so we scheduled some tutoring lessons that would be private for me and I'm not sure but I sort of think that David was paying a little on the side.
The biggest problem we had was to get water time. The pool at that club was so busy that almost every minute of the day it was booked for lessons, public swimming or some event. I knew that Jason lived somewhere past our place because I had met him a few times going to work so I mentioned to David about the idea of getting Jason to Tudor me in our own pool in our yard. We talked to Jason and he agreed and I know David probably made it very worth while for him to help me.
My swimming went well and I was learning to actually stay above the water.. I was having trouble in some areas but Jason was very good to me and we got along fine and I got to know him and we were very comfortable together. He seemed to like me and I found him on a few occasions looking at me and perhaps showing a bit of extra interest.
We had been working on how to do what they call the "dead mans" float and he had helped me by holding me up while I held my body rigid and lay out in the water. I felt his hands on my body and for the first time I got a funny feeling and noticed that he was holding me with my body against his in the waist deep water. I felt his skin against me and I sort of caught my breath.
During the next couple of weeks we had about four or five sessions in our pool and I was by then really looking forward to each lesson. I found myself checking my hair and things before he got here. I even bought a more risquΓ© bathing suit.
On many occasions now Jason was putting his hands on me to help me and in some cases I ended up in his arms if I went under. His hard body felt good against me and I was beginning to notice more and more how good he felt and I really enjoyed the time we had in the pool. I guess he must have too as his one hour lessons were dragging into an hour and a half and one day almost two hours.
We were scheduled for a late Friday afternoon session at our pool at a time that Dave was away to a meeting in the east and would not be home until Tuesday. I should really have called Jason and cancelled but I let it go and he came over. He was relaxed as he had a busy week. We got in the pool and he helped me with the breast stroke . He was teaching me the most primary swimming strokes as my main objective was to just learn to swim enough to save myself and get back to the boat if I fell in.
He was holding me up and had his hands under me and on me. We moved into shallow water and I noticed the front of his bathing suit and could see he was hard. It set me back just a bit but actually it also sort of excited me.