Sometimes a true story needs putting in to writing, however fantastically full of fantasy it seems, and this is one of those.
I am Kenny, although that is not my real name, I've changed that for obvious reasons, but Joyce is, or was her real name. She, sadly, passed away a few years ago, but she is real, and the love and romance we shared I felt she deserves her real name.
She was as beautiful as I say, and even writing our story makes me miss her all these years later.
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The year is 1977, and we are in England, and a young Emergency Services officer, named Kenny, visited his local public swimming baths for a quiet swim before he started his shift. Aged 20 yrs he was still keen in keeping fit, unlike his older colleagues, who teased him about his fitness regime, of swimming twice a week and being a competitive volleyball player, taking up another 3 evenings.
"You'll have no time for the pub, clubs or women with all this sport," they used to say.
They didn't know there was a ladies squad, as well as the mens, at the volleyball, and he always had female company for a night out or night in!
The staff, knowing him, let him use the pool for free and he got talking to them about their need for an additional instructor for the life saving classes. As he was qualified in that area, they asked, and he volunteered, to help them out every Tuesday evening, and if he wanted, and came in early, he could use the pool for a private swim, again, free.
Three nights later, on the Tuesday, he turned up at 6.30 ready for his swim, giving him an hour before his new class started.
He was surprised how busy the pool was, with half of it roped off for some other class, so he used the open area, and got into his "lane" swimming.
15 or so minutes later he realised that the class was 'an adults learning to swim' class, and signalled to the instructor standing pool side, and who knew Kenny, did he need "in pool" help especially with the nervous ones.
The help was accepted and Kenny swan in to the middle of a small group, started chatting, trying to give the confidence, especially to those who were clinging to the hand rails, as if their lives depended on it, which to some, it did.
The class age range was from around 20 yrs to some well into retirement age.
It was amazing to see so many late developers, but at the same time, very encouraging.
Seeing one mature lady, who was terrified, who wouldn't let go of the side rail bar, take her feet off the pool bottom, or even use a float-aid, he singled her out for extra help.
Being a competent swimmer he felt upset that someone much older than him, could be like this.
The lady, an attractive red head, reluctantly smiled and said "You are so lucky, I wish I could enjoy the water, not just swim, it spoils my holidays, seeing my friends and family doing it."
Kenny replied, "Well, I'm Kenny, and by the end of the lesson I'll have you floating across the pool, trust me."
"If you do there's an after lesson drink for you in the bar, and a kiss. By the way, I'm Joyce."
Joyce, as I said, was a red head, her hair was short and wavy, but nicely styled. And he later found out, she was 42 years old. Rather on the large side, but not in anyway fat, and with her voluptuous chest she was in proportion and facially very attractive with a lovely smile and twinkling eyes.
Passing her on the road Kenny wouldn't have glanced twice at this woman, who was more than twice his age, but seeing her in her swimsuit, thought, 'definite MILF material' or would have if the MILF expression had existed.
"I'll take you up on that," said Kenny, and jokingly added, "If I ever get you swimming you owe me a meal out." And felt a stiring in his loins, and realised he had a semi on.
"What are you doing, this lady could be your mum, stop flirting just because she's got big tits." He said to himself.
Joyce replied to his offer, "Done, but you'll never do it, I've tried for years, but good luck Tiger."
Kenny then tried for the next 15 minutes to get Joyce to walk into deeper water, whilst still holding the bar, with no success. She clung to the bar as if she'd fall from the top of Everest. He'd held her wrists, a hand and even slid an arm around her waist for extra bouyancy support, safety and confidence. With no or little success. This lady, bless her, was absolutely terrified, and he knew he had his work cut out.
All that it did was promote the "semi" to a full hard on, feeling Joyce's body, albeit in a swimsuit, pushed against him. Kenny tried to not brush against her anymore than necessary and hoped she hadn't felt it too.
He'd only known this older woman for less than 30 minutes and now had a raging hard cock. She was different than any other young woman he had had sexually, and whilst he'd always wanted an older woman, and perhaps this was his opportunity, and for some reason he wanted her. Why? He didn't know but he was willing to find out.
"Forget the meal, there's no chance of a beer or even a glass of milk, this woman will never swim." he thought to himself, standing up to his chest in the pool, but we'll keep trying.
Soon the lesson ended, and as everyone was leaving the pool, Kenny said to them all, but especially Joyce, "Well done, you were great, see you all next week."
"You certainly will," said Joyce, leaving the pool by the steps, brushing her breasts against his right arm, accidentally?
