I’ve been swimming for many years. It’s my favorite, if not my only, way to exercise. I’m no longer young or in good health. Swimming is very good exercise given my physical condition. I learned to swim young and still have very good form and technique. I go to an athletic club in my mid-western home town at least three times a week. Since I retired early a few years ago l go just after lunch to avoid the rush times before and after working hours.
It was early in the summer, a few months ago when I went to the club at my usual time. With school out, older kids can use the club without direct supervision. Consequentially, the pool was a little busier than usual, but I only had a short wait for a lane. I did my usual stretching and walked a couple of lengths to stretch my legs. Then I pulled on my goggles and started a slow easy swim.
After a lap or so, I noticed the girl one lane over. She was a determined, if not well-trained swimmer. She was wearing a conservative two-piece suit. The top was loose fitting and hung down to cover most of her midriff. It had spaghetti straps, which were adjusted too long. As a result, her top fell down as she swam, exposing her underdeveloped breasts. Her breasts were conical with aureole that puffed up significantly leading to small nipples that stuck out above them.
After looking at her under-water display each time we passed for several laps, I was feeling aroused. As a father of three daughters, I also felt someone should tell her of her “problem.” At the end of my lap, I took a break at the wall. To my surprise, the girl in the next lane also stopped and took a break.
After pulling her hair from her eyes, she turned to me and said, “You know, you have really good technique. I’ll bet your were a competitive swimmer as a kid.” I answered, “Yes, I was, but that was a long time ago. Thank you for noticing. I have something to tell you too, but it’s a little difficult. The top of your suit is a little too loose. As you swim, you’re breasts are exposed. I enjoyed watching you, but thought you might want to know.”
“Oh, I didn’t know. Well, at least you didn’t think I was a boy. Actually, it’s kind of nice to have someone look at them. All through high school, no one ever did, because they’re so small. It makes me kind of hot to know you were looking. I wish they were bigger; I sometimes wonder if they’ll ever grow?” “Oh, they’ll grow as you get older and become sexually active. By the way, my name’s Dave” I said.
“I’m Amy. You sound like a real expert. How’d you get to know so much about young girls’ breasts, and for that matter, swimming. Sounds like I should hire you as a coach. “
I thought, what a girl and what an idea. I’d love to coach her in a number of ways. I don’t know if I’m up to it, but it would be fun to try. I said, “If you’d really like to talk about it, meet me in the whirlpool in five minutes.” Her answer was, “Great. See you there.”
Chapter 2
After re-arranging my swim suit, I went to the whirlpool which was entered from both locker rooms. I really wondered if she’d show up, but in a couple of minutes she did. Bending over to get in the whirlpool, her breasts again fell out. She really didn’t seem to care.
“O.K.,start by telling me how you became an expert on swimming and breasts.” “Well Amy,” I said, “I’ve been around a few years. I swam in the state time trials when I was in college. I was never great, but I did have good coaching and could pass it on.”
“What about breasts? Where did you learn about them?” “Well, Amy, I raised three daughters and remember the growth process pretty well. My girls didn’t all start out as 38C’s.”
“I watched you swim. I know you could teach me a lot. I’d like to be able to swim competitively in college next year. Maybe you could help there. Now you said my breasts would get bigger as I got older. I’m already 18. How much older do I have to get before they grow?” By the way, I’d rather we talked about tits than breasts. That’s what everyone call them these days.”
“Amy, I also said your tits would grow with sexual activity. Are you willing to tell me how much experience you’ve had?” Amy snuggled over into my shoulder and talked into my ear. There was no one in the whirlpool, but it certainly felt more intimate.
”I wasn’t very popular in high school. I’m not very pretty and I have small tits. I did have a few dates, but they weren’t very good. A couple of guys groped me and I was aroused, but I really didn’t like them well enough to go ahead. A couple of girls hit on me too, but I really wasn’t interested.”
“Amy, who told you weren’t very pretty? You have nice light brown hair, beautiful eyes and nothing wrong with the rest of you. Your tits aren’t large, but they’re enough. The old guy joke that more than a mouthful is wasted is pretty much true. To look sexy and attract guys, you have to think of yourself as sexy. A little eye make-up and lip gloss would your best features too. Amy, may I ask if you masturbate?” “Yes, I started several years ago. I heard the other girls talking about it and listening made me hot, so I tried it. It doesn’t do much for me though. I never have the kind of orgasms the other girls talk about.”